AN: I couldn't resist writing the sequel so soon. I love Beth's character, and Drake, and BLAH. I know ya'll understand ;)

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'Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.'

-Sweet Dreams, Marilyn Manson

Everything was white.

It always was. It was all she ever knew.

She groaned and sat up, popping the bones in her back and neck to resolve the stiffness. Painfully, she moved to the end of the cell, gripping the bars tightly and resting her head against the soothing cold steel. Beneath her ragged black tank top her ribs stuck out against the pale white skin. Stick thin legs appeared out of a pair of tattered jean shorts. They had taken her shoes away when she had arrived, making her feet dirty and splattered with what looked suspiciously like blood. A knotted mess of black hair twisted down to her mid-back, the ends straggled and torn. Her golden eyes, once so bright and full of life, were now dull and empty, wild and fearful. A door at the far end opened and she jumped, shifting her gaze from the blank walls and up to the man who was striding confidently down the aisle. Two muscular guards, heavyset guns held comfortably in their hands, flanked him. Their hard gazes glanced around, looking for anything out of order. As he got closer, she shrunk back into the corner of her cell, her heart pounding painfully against her rib cage. She never forgot a face and she knew this man. A shaky breath caught in her throat as he came to a halt in front of her cell, his cold blue eyes raking over her small frame.

'This one,' he ordered and without question one of the guards opened the cell door. She flinched as she grabbed the back of her neck, dragging her out into the corridor. Keeping a firm grip on her neck, she was kicked to her feet and then forced to walk on shaky legs. She was led at a brisk walking pace down countless corridors that all looked the same to her and she began to wonder if they were just making her walk about for the fun of it. Sometimes they came across people in long white coats and clipboards. They would look over her like she was a piece of dirt but cast their glances downwards and shuffle to the side whenever the man passed. She wondered what he had done to earn such authority in such an awful place. She wasn't sure how long she had been there, or how she had gotten to be there in the first place. She couldn't recall a time when she hadn't been frightened.

Soon enough she was pushed into a room, which looked suspiciously like a hospital lab. If that wasn't worrying enough, there was a dentist type chair in the middle of it. A man appeared in front of her, a mask covering his face. She backed up into one of the guards, staring fearfully at them all.

'Are you sure?' The masked man said suddenly. 'She doesn't seem strong enough and she's hardly old enough either.'

'It's just a test, Adrian,' the man smirked. 'Just a bit of fun.'

Adrian shrugged. 'If you say so.' He sighed, gesturing at the guards.

Suddenly her arms were grabbed and before she knew what was happening she was being pushed down into the chair. Everything was a blur from there. Her arms and legs were firmly strapped down with thick leather straps, another one round her neck. Needles were pushed into her skin, numerous wires connecting them to beeping machines and bags of liquid. The last thing she saw was the black haired man before her vision blurred and she fell into a dark dream world filled with round moons and a running wolf she couldn't quite catch up with.

Two weeks after the incident and Beth woke up to no one. She had been told to wait in the lab for the man to come back and she waited for two days before the idea of freedom even entered her mind. It didn't take her long to quietly look for the door leading to the outside world. Her senses had been strangely enhanced and even though she wasn't yet used to them, they easily directed the way. Once outside, in the open air, Beth had to close her eyes, finding it hard to breathe in the fresh air. She had been locked up for so long she had forgotten what it was like. The ground was dry and in need of water, the sun burning down, but it was the most beautiful thing the young girl had ever seen. She was free.

The wolf lay low to the ground, it's eyes keen and focused, and it's ears flat against its skull. Its body so tense its limbs shook, the power in its shoulders easily noticeable. Beyond it, through a clearing, stood a deer. It was peacefully grazing, probably getting ready to find a place to settle down for the night. The wolf's yellows eyes shone at the prize and it shuffled forwards. Its instincts knew. With a guttural snarl it lunged off tense back legs. The deer started forwards but it wasn't fast enough and the predator's teeth tore into its neck as it clung onto its fur with sharp claws. It slammed it's strong jaws together and something snapped, blood filling it's mouth and running down its throat. The deer released a screech before dropping onto its knees, giving one last halfhearted kick at the attacker. Frenzied, it tore out its jugular, reveling in the lifeless body beneath her. Panting heavily, it stood over its prize, tail wagging slightly.

The wolf was of course Beth. There were no proper wolves in the FAYZ, just scientifically modified ones. After the events at Thanksgiving she had stayed with Orc, laying low, for as long as possible. In fact it had seemed most people had forgotten she had ever existed. Drake had slowly drifted from her mind and she had just focused on living, ignoring the times Orc or Howard went away. Sometimes they came back with food, beer, most of the time they returned with battle scars. Sometimes Howard had tried to coax her out, he figured she would do some harm to the enemy, but Beth knew Drake was still out there and she flat out refused, even coming close to nearly biting Howard's hand off. Eventually though, something had changed. Beth had wandered outside, curiousness overcoming her, and she had been chased out of town on sight. It was then, as she panted heavily on the edge of the woods, that she had realized a freak like her didn't belong anywhere. She didn't have the respect Sam or Caine had over people, and she was no longer with Drake, so was no longer feared. She was nobody, just a freak.

Over time, hunting in the woods, she became more wolf than girl. Her senses were heightened even more and she found herself not caring about the events going on at Perdido Beach, or the power plant. It was a wonderful feeling.

She dragged the deer further up into the forest. She had found a cliff that overlooked almost all of Perdido Beach. Below the main overhang was a small indent in the rock and this was where she had set up her home. No one disturbed her or found her. No one even knew she was there. Or that was at least what she reckoned until she rounded the corner and froze on the spot. A girl, a little younger than Beth, was leant against the rock. She looked tired and her pulled up hair was wild, her clothes dirty and ripped. Beth tried to back away but the girl had already spotted her and now they seemed to be having an inner standoff. Neither one of them sure of what threat the other held. The girl didn't run, which surprised Beth, she just slowly got to her feet while remaining eye contact.

'P-Please don't hurt me.' She stammered in a quiet voice. 'I know you're not really a wolf. I know that you lived down there,' her voice dropped to a whisper, 'I know what you did for that boy-,' she trailed off and stared as Beth swiftly transformed into a small, skinny girl.

'How?' She barked and strode forward, a fierce glare on her face. She hated those memories, and she hated anyone who brought them up.

The girl backed up. 'In your dreams!' She blurted out. 'I can see them! Please, don't hurt me.'

Beth chewed on her lip thoughtfully. 'In my dreams?' She questioned.

'Yes, I don't mean to but I've been sleeping just over the ridge and I saw what you saw – when you dreamt.' She attempted a smile. 'I'm Orsay.'

Beth tilted her head to the side, one ear cocked. 'Beth.' She nodded and wrapped her tail round her waist. She returned to the deer carcass she had left a metre back and proceeded to drag it back to the cliff, ignoring Orsay's questioning glances. She dumped it just outside the little cave and slumped down beside it, her natural instinct causing her to guard the meat. The other girl sat down next to her and smiled, flicking her long brown hair over her shoulder.

'Do you know what happened to everyone else? Is it just us here? Wherever here is – I've only just come down from the rangers place, y'know.'

Beth shrugged and wondered if this girl ever shut up. 'There's others.' She replied quietly.

'Down near the beach? In that town?' Orsay nodded thoughtfully. 'I figured there must be, there were all sorts of strange noises coming from there a while back. How long have you been here? I know you used to live down there.'

'Not long.' Beth snapped and glared at her, silently daring her to mention Drake.

The girl got the message. 'Sorry.' She muttered. Silence descended and for a moment all that could be heard was the quiet chirp of the birds. 'You know,' Orsay started again and Beth sighed, 'are you going to eat that? 'Cos I can start a fire and cook it, if you like.' She smiled cheerfully.

'I don't cook it.' Beth said flatly.

Orsay's face fell. 'Oh. Could I just have a bit then?'

'Just have it all.' The older girl grumbled and shifted away, utterly annoyed.

Orsay seemed delighted with this idea and got to work with her fire right away. Beth ignored her and climbed up the side of the rock, heaving herself up onto the flat surface at the top. She tucked her legs underneath her and peered over the edge, resting her pointed chin on her knuckles. She liked watching Perdidio Beach, she liked knowing what was going on and even though no one longer wanted to go back there, she felt closer to it that way. The sweet scent of cooked meat lazily drifted through the air and Beth's ears automatically pricked up. She leant over the other side of the ledge and scowled at the sight of the girl. Who did she think she was? Coming here, eating her meat, looking into her dreams. But she didn't have the heart to send Orsay away, she doubted the girl would go anyway, which would mean chasing her off and Beth refused to do that. She wasn't going be like Drake no matter how many people expected it of her.

'Hey!' Orsay shouted, spotting her. She waved a stick in the air, deer meat roasting on the end. 'Are you sure you don't want any?'

Beth frowned as she chewed on the dry meat. She had never met anyone who hadn't feared her before and this girl was so relaxed around her, even making jokes. Albeit Beth hardly understood them, she appreciated Orsay's patience when explaining when was the appropriate time to laugh. After a couple of long minutes of contemplating Beth allowed her into her small cave and they lay side by side as the sun disappeared into the earth.

'Beth?' Orsay whispered. The raven-haired girl grunted in response. 'Don't go back to him – don't do the things you did before. You're not like that, I know you're not. Night.'

Beth blinked, her body tensing. She curled her legs closer to her chest and sighed, chewing thoughtfully on her lip.