The bindings slowly came off one by one, as I was currently in to much pain to move and had lost enough blood that if I tried to I would faint. I’d say they were probably right in seeing no use for those. I was lifted up off the table and placed din a wheel chair, as soon as my skin was no longer in contact with the table it instantly cooled and I could actually feel the skin knitting itself back together.
“I’ve heard silver hurts like hell for shifters, is that true?” the man who was pushing the wheel chair asked. Silver, that was what the table must be made out of, I thought bitterly. “You know that’s how we acquired that DNA that’s now mixed with yours. Caught her in a silver net, shot some silver bullets into her, then brought her to doc. Strapped her on the same silver table as you were on actually. Not really sure what doc did to her but there was a whole lot of screaming I can tell you that.” My eyes flicked back to him to see a smile on his face. They’re all sick bastards I thought as we reached my cell where I was to stay when D.A wasn’t playing mad scientist and I wasn’t being a lab rat for the next couple years.
The man, whose name I later found was Captain Aaron H. pushed me into the cell and laid me on my stomach on the steel bed.
“Oh look at that back! Already starting to heal, you’re a strong one you are! You’ll end u being Doc’s best creation I don’t doubt.” Aaron said as he cleaned out my back. Something then was placed around my neck, it felt like a metal collar. “That there is an inhibitor collar, it blocks off your shifter abilities all except healing.” And with that Aaron left me alone in my cell.
I could still hear the screams in the distance other than that there was silence, a first this is. The screams slowly got louder until it was like I was standing right beside the other victims. But it wasn’t just the screams I heard, I could hear the guard’s voices, I could hear D.A talking to another victim, I could hear the footsteps of those patrolling outside. I could even hear the heart beats and breathing rhythm of those guards who were asleep in the guard barracks. It too much noise, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Next came then smells now I won’t go into that one in too much detail, but there was a lot of urine, crap and sweat. I could smell everything, every person, every animal, every plant and every object had an unique smell to it. The eyes were next, there was one light bulb in the prison which was on the opposite side the room from my cell but I could see as well as I could on a nice sunny day maybe better; I could finally see what my surroundings were. Slowly I sat up testing the pain in my back I was in a cement room, or three walls had a foot of cement with a lot of silver underneath. I could smell the silver underneath, there was also a buzz of electricity in the walls. I was sure that if you pushed too hard against the walls you’d become toast rather quickly. The fourth all was silver prison bar and a few million volts. This is going to take some time to get out off, I thought.
That it is a voice almost purred in my head.
What the hell? What was that? I thought glancing around the cell looking for the source of the voice.
Right introductions, I’m Midnight your jaguar, I’m part of you now. Midnight said her voice sounded like a constant purr.
But what? I don’t understand. I thought to her.
Will every shifter has an animal spirit that resides inside than which gives them the ability to shift into that animal and it allows their natural abilities to be enhanced too. It depends on how strong the shifter is physically and emotionally as well as how strong their animal spirit is to determine how strong their bond will be. If they’re equally strong then the personality of the shifter doesn’t change, if the spirit is stronger then the shifter personality melds with the spirit’s, or if the shifter is stronger then they become more protective of what is theirs, they also become anti-social in order to protect their animal spirit, Midnight explained.
And what are we? I asked tentively.
We are of equal strengths, you will not change personality wise. Midnight reassured me. I hung my head in relief that I was still be myself. As my head hung it struck me that I still wore the inhibitor collar, I should be getting any shifter abilities except for healing.
Bah those men don’t know a thing what new shifter do they? Midnight commented on my thoughts.
What do you mean? I asked tentively.
Well you see, shifters healing ability not only heal the skin but also makes sure that you are at one hundred percent fitness, that means your shifters abilities as well, as long as you have your healing abilities. And young shifters are the fastest at healing.
Is there any way to slow down the healing ability?
Now why would you do that?
As soon as I healed they’re going to experiment on me again which will weaken me again, and if I want to escape then I’m going to need all the strength I have.
Of course, quiet logical but I’m afraid we have no control over the healing ability it’s like trying to tell your heart to stop beating, impossible.
Of course it is, well as long as I have this collar on no one can know that you’re here or that I can use any of my shifter abilities except healing. Unless we’re 100% sure we can escape no one can know, I’m going to need your help holding back growls or not showing my new strength or anything like that.
As you wish.
And so we stared planning our escape. I sat there in total silence, my eye were staring off in the distance. To anyone watching me they would just think I was daydreaming and have no intention of causing trouble, the truth however was anything but. Midnight and I were hatching a long term plan of escape and destruction.
