Becoming Were

Chapter 26

*Watch for the changes in point of view*

-Allison's POV-

When I wake up I feel the instant sensation of a coldness surrounding me. I am strapped to a metal table. Panic starts to set in when I struggle against the restraints at my ankles, legs, and wrists. My skin burns where I fight. Glancing to my sides I see Carson and Charlie each on their own long metal table. Their eyes are still closed, unlike mine. I yell for help, wondering where exactly it is we are. My voice is a mere hoarse whisper.

After a while I start to remember what happened. Emily. The traitor! She shot us with some kind of sleeping dart. I smell only a strong disinfectant and a slight blood tinge coming from what I hope isn't me or one of the boys.

"Carson!" I call. He doesn't stir. I cough, clearing my throat. "Charlie?"

I glance around at my surroundings, we are in a large room. The room is chilly like a freezer left open. There are tubes of multicoloured substances in vials on side counters. I shiver uncontrollably, there is a wire going into my wrist, my blood flowing through the tube to a machine with a clear liquid bubbling. What are they drugging us with? 

"Morning, sleepy head." A sarcastic voice fills the cold air.  "Thought you'd run away and ruin my plans?" Emily giggles, a noise that causes me to grind my teeth. "I don't think so."

"What the hell do you want from us?" I ask, glancing to see if either of my boys are awake yet. Carson remains motionless but I catch Charlie's eyelids twitch, like he's trying to keep his eyes still. Good, we need more time to think of an escape plan and the more Emily doesn't know the better.

Emily flips her short hair over her shoulder, examining her nails as if I had asked the weather forecast for the day. "From you?" She waves her hand dismissively. "Not too much. I hate to break it to you though, but in order for my people to be successful we can't have your kind around."

"Our kind?" I ask. I need to buy myself more time. Oh Dylan, I hope you're OK and coming to get us.

Emily wrinkles her nose in disgust, "Yes, your kind." She walks over to my bed. "May I sit?" She pushes my hip slightly and sits at my side. She leans over me and I hold my breath. Once she has almost reached whatever it is she's trying to grab, I whip my head up, biting her arm and chomping down as hard as I can. 

She screams, whacking my head to the side. My vision is blurry but I can make out the heavy trail of blood flowing from her arm. If looks could kill I would be long gone. I smirk.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There was a bit of betrayal on your arm." I say, spitting out the blood in my mouth. It trails down my cheek, my arms still restraint down by my sides.

"I was going to make your death quick, since we are besties after all." Emily says. She walks around me this time, putting a needle up to the wire in my wrist. "The Rymell doesn't seem to be working fast enough. All good, though. I will just add some more." 

I don't know if it is the word alone or the sudden wave of coldness that hits me that causes me to shiver. The last time I was infected with Rymell, I almost died, had Doc not had a cure on hand. Emily put so much into my body, I can feel the sting of the cold moving up my arm to spread across my chest. 

Emily glances at the watch on her wrist. She clasps her hands together, her mood swing coming full force. "Almost time!" She giggles, "Dylan and the others should be here soon!"

"You're crazy. Absolutely crazy." I say.

"We're all a bit crazy at some level, aren't we?" She says simply, then begins to walk out through a metal door.