Chapitre 19: 18. A New Day Has Come.
It was getting dark, and I was annoyed because the moon was bright, even though it wasn't quite a full moon; one day, it would be, and for some reason, this fact annoyed me to no end. I felt like my nerves were on edge all the time. Everything was making me twitch.
This strange feeling in my mind became stronger. It felt like it had been awakened, stretching itself. I almost got a mental picture of it. I was skinny as a skeleton, but my body seemed to work very well; I was surprisingly supple and could do more than I thought I could. I surprised myself quite a few times. I walked to the window. I had my own route that I walked, and I strengthened myself. Even though I did as much as possible, I recovered quickly, but it also increased my hunger.
It was like my body had come alive and was now working at super speed. My hearing was annoyingly good, making me irritable when I heard things. And my reflexes, let's just say there were no flies or bugs alive in that facility, although you could have sworn the nurses were deliberately bringing flies, spiders, or some bugs into the room.
I looked out the window and sighed when suddenly a voice in my head spoke.
"We have to get ready. This is going to be tricky at first."
This was different from my own internal dialogue. This was not my thoughts.
Prepare for what? What is going to be difficult? I wondered. Great, I thought. I've then gone entirely crazy, and now I have a voice in my head telling me to prepare and warning me it will be difficult.
A voice in my head said: "I warned you, get ready, don't fight it, just let it happen. It's easier that way. Just relax and let it happen. You can't help it, anyway."
I wondered what I should prepare for and not fight against. I asked if I had a transmitter in my skull and some doctor was having a hell of a time. If this is even the work of the fucking shrink. Trying to brainwash me again and get me to trust the voice in my head.
Then the pain hit. I collapsed to my knees and felt a huge cramp hit my other leg. It felt like my knee had dislocated. The pain pierced my back and my shoulders. The cramps were hitting everywhere, and I could hear my joints being dislocated and twisted into different positions by the force of the cramps. I was wondering how the fuck they were doing this to me.
A voice in my head reassured me. "You're doing great, that's it. Just relax, let it happen, let me come out. Relax, breathe, just let it happen, and let me come out; it's okay. It's going to be okay."
I couldn't fight it. I just tried to hold on as the pain hit me everywhere; my face hurt, and I kept my eyes closed. It felt like my mouth was suddenly full of teeth; I was down on all fours, and somehow, I got up on my toes and fingers, and my skin itched like it was full of something prickly. I kept my eyes closed, and somewhere, I realized I was changing shape. But into what kind of monster? And how, for what?
Eventually, the pain stopped, and I felt this other being in my head taking control of my body. I sort of went into the background. I got some sensations from my body, but I wasn't in control of myself.
Eventually, my eyes opened, and I saw I was looking at the world on almost the same level as my human body. I was some giant creature.
I watched as this other being walked in front of the mirror. I was a wolf. I was a giant wolf. I was tri-colored; the primary color was white, then red and black patches. On my right shoulder was a black and shiny patch. Otherwise, my colors were a bit pale. I was also fluffy—Longer-haired than average. Quite long, and this reminded me of one of my cats.
The other one had been with me for a long time before I was kidnapped, and this complete madness started. And somehow, the name would be very appropriate for a werewolf, but let's see what this wolf likes about it. I tried to see if my wolf's form was a girl or a boy.
A voice in my head said, quite amused, " I'm a girl, don't worry about it. This is quite an experience, coming out for the first time, considering I was just born into your mind."
I said, " Oh, you were born, or were you? Well, I know nothing about how werewolves are made, but fine, I'm a werewolf then."
I asked this in my other mind. "Do you have a name?"
"No," the wolf replied.
"Then may I make a suggestion? I'm Mimi. Now, your coloring reminds me of a creature very dear to me; she was a charming character. Would you like to be called Mimosa?"
"Mimosa," she said thoughtfully, "I like that."
"All right, nice to meet you, Mimosa. Your name was inspired by one of my cats. She was very vocal and just had long hair and was tri-colored."
I felt Mimosa rummaging through my memories of my cat, and she said, " Funny Case, it's an honor to be named after that creature. But now we better get ourselves in shape if we want to get out of here. It's a good thing I'm long-haired. I can stand the cold when we escape."
Mimosa was also skinny, greyhound skinny, and I could clearly see every rib under her fur.
Mimosa said: "We're not in the best shape, but we have to wait to get stronger, to get out of here."
Mimosa sniffed every square inch of the room and let me take the reins for a while. Walking as a wolf was strange at first, so when I had four legs and a tail, it was worth not overthinking about how to move them because I fell a couple of times while practicing.
Mimosa said: " Right now, you probably can't change form yet except for the full moon, but you'll practice as we get stronger. Then, you can change shape without the full moon, but you will constantly change at the full moon. But you have a pretty dominant and strong personality. Let's see what we become. "
I didn't see myself as dominant; no, I was always the one who obeyed and listened to orders, but then again, maybe all these experiences have changed me and my nature, and I'm not quite so submissive anymore.
We practiced all night long, sniffing and scanning the room. Mimosa was also exploring what she could do and was clearly escaping as well. She didn't like being here any longer than she had to, but we had to strengthen ourselves and wait for the next full moon to escape. At the same time, I was learning my new life and abilities.
My rage was palpable, but it was my rage; Mimosa said, " It's just your rage; I may develop my own rage someday, but not yet. This is still quite new to me; I am not a normal wolf. The werewolf rarely talks to the human. It's more of a feeling bond that the human uses to keep the wolf inside him in check. Not by talking, but we are a unique individual. Unique and well, the bloody chubby one didn't realize how unique we'd become."
Mimosa seemed a little irritated when she talked about satan's chubby one, and then I realized my wolf saw my memories and experiences. She knew what I had been through. The night was finally over, and changing into my own form hurt just as much. It happened against my will as the moon began to recede. Finally, exhausted, I crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Dr. Morrisey had watched all night as Omega had successfully changed shape and moved, even eating something that had been put through a hatch in the room. Omega had fiddled around in her wolf form all night, and still turned back into a human.
This wolf's form was impressive and large, and Dr Morrisey was more than pleased with the appearance of the subject; the very dog-like nature of the subject would serve as a perfect weapon, as no one would suspect that this fluffy, albeit huge, was a killer. At dawn, he went with the guards and fired three powerful tranquilizer darts at the target.
They then retreated for fifteen minutes to wait for the drug to take effect. It worked. The target hadn't even moved. They removed the darts, restrained the subject, and began taking many samples. They examined and scanned the subject, measuring many different aspects, and Dr. Morrisey waited for a time when he could examine the subject in the middle of the transformation. He retired to study the results, and the Omega was put back in the room, sedated and in a nutrient infusion.
Eventually, I woke up with a head full of cotton wool and found myself in another IV. I tore my arms off the restraints and ripped the cannula out. I knotted the tube, destroyed the bag, and went to wash it up. And quickly. The cannulas, the restraints, and the drips were something that completely blew my rage to the surface.
The room had a rudimentary shower, which was even better than nothing. I found myself covered in stitches again, but some of the wounds were clearly healing, so I plucked the stitches out of them.
Mimosa said in my head, " We have a pretty much faster healing rate now than humans, so you will heal faster, but it eats calories, so then you have to remember to eat."
I put on what clothes I could find and stayed in bed waiting for food, trying to save my strength. I was still a bit drugged, and the shower had felt pretty damn painful, but at least I managed to stay conscious.
Eventually, a hatch opened in the door, and a tray was pushed in. I took it greedily and ate it all. We were trying to get stronger, learn to work together, and control ourselves. And I found myself thinking to myself; it's not just me anymore; it's us; I and Mimosa were in this together, and that's what they say: cooperation is power.
Day by day, we got stronger. I saved my strength as much as I could. I ate and ate. I was trying to think of a good escape plan at the same time, and now I had the advantage of being able to move around, but we decided to escape during the next full moon in the form of Mimosa, so we got a long run away.
I was stunned with gas almost every day, and more than once, the result was stitches somewhere in my body. I also had my first lesson in silver when a guard shot me with a silver bullet. Goddamn, that hurt. The wound did not heal. It almost smoked. They left the bullet on my side for four days. Then they just removed the bullet. I was such a fucking excellent target to examine again.
And every time I woke up, the IVs, and the cannulas were all destroyed, I showered when I could and found that the drugs were having less and less effect on me. My rage at the drip bags and the cannulas was so huge that I trampled them. I shredded them, even though I could have tried to drink them and get nutrients from them, but no, that idea just didn't occur to me.
The other thing I noticed was that I was having nightmares and I might bounce up into a sitting position when I got myself pulled awake and find I was still a prisoner. I felt my eyes were yellow with rage. Mimosa also reacted to my nightmares, and she developed her own rage. We both fucked so fucking hard at the same time.
The silver weakened me considerably. At that point, I avoided it—no wonder the men on board were pale and tired. Silver lasted a long time. The following experiment was aconitum. Just as the wound from the silver had healed, the guard shot me with aconitum.
I threw up for 48 hours without being able to do anything. The scientists came to take blood samples and measure various values while I vomited and lay in bed in a fit of powerless rage. Just when I'm getting myself into some sort of shape, something always has to happen.
As I recovered, I thought, "Great, I seem to have kryptonite too, and a bad one at that. But it's an excellent lesson."
The full moon was only a few days away, and only a few days to escape. The time of year was the heart of winter, January. It was as low as -40 degrees Celsius at night and -20-30 degrees Celsius during the day. All I could see was a way out, a way of freedom.
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