I opened my eyes, unsurprised to see the white cynder block wall. The bars of the crate dug into my back. My gums and jaw were sore and my hands were in pain from yesterdays training. Lifting up my gown to check out my bandaged side I saw that the wound had reopened and blood was profusly seeping through the gauze. I put pressure to the wound with both hands sending my side in throbbing agony. It felt as if there was a heart beat in my side pumping out the warm, crimson liquid.

There was a beep as a card was swiped and a click when the door opened. A man in a his mid thirtys wearing one of the white lab coats casually strolled in. "Experiment 106," he said looking at the clip board in his hand, "Lookie here, seems like you…" he trailed off. "What did you do? We're gonna have to sew you up again! Great!" He walked up and kicked the crate. It shook back and forth and my side hit the metal bars. A scream escaped my lungs, if I got out of here I could kill him, I could kill all of them.

"You better hope you don't screw up the research today," he scolded me as if I was his daughter who had just gotten a failing grade. I listened as he shoes schreeched on the floor while he walked over to the cart on the far side of the white room. My crate was lifted of the ground. He grunted as he stressed his muscles to lift me and the crate onto the scratched black cart.

Swiping his card on the scanner there was a beep once again and a click as the door was open. He stood the door against the edge of the cart and then pushed both me and the cart out of the room.

I had memorized at least the whole building in the year I had been here. Exits, rooms hallways, floors, I just hadn't gotten a chance to put it all to use. I tried get out before but they tranquilized me before I could get through (literally get through) anyone else.

With my head between my knees and my hand still clutching my side I heard a beep and click. The room was cold and smelt of bleach and lysol. It was the clinic. I'd been in here many times getting stiched up and cleaned. "This one reopened it's wound. It needs to be stiched up fast. I need to get it to lab fast," the obnoxious white coat said. A blue gloved hand came through and opening between the bars. With a needle. The other slipped through to hold my side. The skin was sewd back together quickly and without a pause. The cold needle stung my skin and I was thankful when the final stich was done. With that the white coat bid the doctor adew and pushed me down to lab 8.

My back was stinging against the cool metal. Chains dug into my wrists and ankles. People surrounded me prodding me with blue gloved hands. I'd given into the fact that there is no privacy when your treated as a science project.

"Healing rate starting to improve…"

"… additional testing…"

"Remarkable transformation…"

Talk swirled around me and I tried to push it away knowing if I listened it make it seem more painful. Needle was put into a vain in my neck. I wached is the syringe went from clear to crimson. A women strutted over and took the sirynge back to a machine. For a few minutes they all talked and jotted down data. The machine beeper five times and the women exclaimed, "Quickly! You must see this is remarkable!" Every last person ran to the computer out of curiosity, the tails to their white lab coats flapping behind them. At once they were all engrossed, discussing the results.

Paying no attention to me was unusual. My room was monitered and someone was almost always on guard. But they didn't put servailence in the labs in case somebody managed to tap the system. They only had a small alert button on the other side of the room. And I was blocking it. This was my chance. I checked on them one more time and then fel t my teeth strech my gums and my claws protrude through my fingers.