Amu had a been almost everything at work; she'd been the one to inject the victims, to establish their new beastly nature as wolves yet she'd also been the janitor who cleaned up every single mess and the one who feeds the captives.
Over time, captives or victims seemed to only be the word to describe the wreck they were in, hours of almost starvation, brutal transformations, and a lack of anything clean for them.
They were given injections that would sabotage their lives as Amu well knew despite the propaganda of the company that she worked for after all she knew better than anyone else the pain of living through beastly transformations and the difficulty of piecing a life together beyond all of that.
She however was never given an injection, never kept in a tight place, and forced to give up the last of her humanity.
Amu had never had any sense of humanity; she'd been cursed her whole life over to live with the pain of being considered a monster despite lacking the injections that transformed once humans into large beasts.
She was five when she couldn't keep her secret any longer.
Amu's only friend was bullying her, upsetting her, and Amu lost control; she'd felt that transformation take her over and suddenly her whole life changed.
She'd always been very careful about phasing and until that day her parents had never known what kind of anomaly that their daughter was though the first time Amu felt the beginning of the transformation and finally became a wolf even temporarily was when she was just a few weeks old.
Amu had been alone in her crib that night as her parents had long since headed to bed, and she'd found that phasing back then had hurt far too much; she'd never cried as much as she did that night.
Her little body had adjusted to that old pain and phasing stopped hurting her so much and became just a normal albeit strange part of her.
It was the last time that she'd felt normal as the idea of her being something generally not accepted would consume her.
Her parents called her cursed that day, and that was the last full day that Amu'd lived with them and the last time that she'd really seen them.
She was set up for adoption and shortly after was adopted by a fairly nice family until they heard the rumors about why Amu was so disliked.
It took one question for Amu to confirm the rumors and for them to decide that she wasn't worth spending time around as if she'd force them into her own fate.
At the very least, they had the decency then to not get rid of her as if she were some naughty pet of theirs.
It didn't take long for the lonely girl to discover curse words and so she began using them, fancying their negativity as if like her, they'd been thrown to the curb by society.
It only caused more people to grow irritable with her and less people to like her whether they believed those old rumors or not.
As time passed, she became one who had to walk herself to school or else she'd be forced to stay home alone.
She hated the loneliness of staying there more than she hated the vicious remarks the kids at school told her.
Some days though Amu lacked the energy or effort to walk to school and only wished for the relief of not having to deal with anything as harsh as life had become to her.
The pity in her adoptive family's heart only lasted as long as it took for her to graduate high school; they considered her then old enough to fend for herself.
Amu moved to a new town and got the minuscule job as a hospital's janitor as she could afford a college education to become a doctor nor did she have the grades to be accepted at a college or to get scholarships to afford it.
The job paid very little, and she nearly starved.
Amu had turned to hunting in an effort to finally have enough food to eat.
Her life changed yet again when she finally got hired at the business that she currently worked at that started up a couple years later; they paid her a lot more than her old janitor job did though the work was decidedly less pleasant than her old job.
Amu turned to alcohol, hoping for a means to forget the pain that she regularly inflicted on others; she wished that it would just kill her.
She'd watched many of the 'patients' or rather victims die from the injections those days.
Amu had been the experiment that they'd used to make the injections; they'd known right away that she was a wolf and therefore the perfect specimen to use to make many more wolves.
Her old boss's death had left his once secretary in charge who thrilled over her work and now eagerly increased the amount of humans being turned into wolves.
Amu saw the victims come stumbling in, shaking from head to toe, knowing that before too long they would feel the torturous pain of the injections and the heat that crawled up their veins and forced them into facing.
She, at the very least, tried not to appear sadistic or naively innocent as she watched them come in and wished that her job did not require inflicting pain on to these people and making them less human than they came in as.
They came in and stood in line as they were brutally forced into making this a habit.
Amu climbed out of her chair and paced infront of those in line as she scanned them for what the boss considered to be the most desirable characteristics of a soon to be wolf hybrid.
She gently pulled a man down into a chair.
Amu's hand began to tremble as she pierced his skin with the needle in her hand: the torturous fear eating way at her that never left her after all of these years of this work.
She wondered why she was able to harm others so much for her work yet never could she harm herself in that same way.
The needle fell onto the ground and laid innocently there as if it could cause no harm as Amu watched it twist on the ground.
Amu yanked him up before he could transform and shoved him into another room as if she truly didn't care despite the nervous thoughts that ate up her brain.
She sterilized the needle before she pulled a sporty looking woman done into the chair and repeated her earlier actions as her hand stopped trembling for once.
The woman screamed yet Amu did not pull the needle out as she held the woman down in the chair to keep her from violently twisting away.
Amu took care of the woman the same way that she'd done with the man before she grabbed a nerdy looking man and gave him an injection.
She quickly left the room and felt her nerves beg for release as they came back on stronger than before as if they'd been frazzled by the woman's screams from earlier.
A woman that she worked with spoke up once she saw Amu, "Ma'am, you should take medicine. You don't look so good."
Amu muttered, "Okay," as if she actually was going to listen to her.
Medicine wouldn't help a corpse at all.
Amu left to buy alcohol before she went home and promptly ignored the woman that worked there's warning to be careful; she'd spotted something dangerous in her eyes.
She grumbled to her, begging her to shut up and insisted that she'd kill them both if the woman kept on, telling her to be careful and just to live.
The wolf girl grumbled further that the woman was being paid to check out what Amu bought and not to worry unnecessarily over Amu's well being.
The woman listened, more so out of fear than anything else.
Amu arrived at her house and grabbed some knives that she'd bought years ago and began to slit her wrists and watched the blood ooze out of her system.
Every time she stabbed herself, she cried out in pain, but the demon, her wolf self, in side of her found pleasure in her pain.
She downed a full container of pills with a full bottle of rum as she clung to the floor when the world around her swayed and then went black.