Kirsten:
"Hey hon, why don't you come with us?" said one of the wolfy beings.
"Uh, how about a no."I snarled- something about these things made me want to kick their furry butts.
"Then, that's too bad, because your coming anyway." Growled the wolfy thing.
The next thing I knew I was stuffed in a sac and a hard fist came down on my head, knocking me out cold.
***
All I remember is bright lights, needles, searing pain in my back, and being stuffed into a cage. It seemed like weeks, maybe months that I was there. Not until I was stuffed into one of my crates, did I find out where I was.
"Your at the School," whispered a girl, well at least I think she was a girl. Something was wrong with her. Along her legs were scales. Her eyes were huge like, two times the size of a regular person, and her hair was, pink.
"What-what happened to you, what do you mean by, 'the School'?" I whispered in disbelief.
"This isn't a school. It's a horrible, horrible place. They test on innocent children, use them as human science experiments. They mix animal DNA with human DNA and attempt to make all kinds of things, try to give us "powers". Just look at me, they tried to give me the ability to breathe underwater. Instead I grew scales instead of gills I'm a mess! And for nothing!" she spat.
"They pay you?" I asked.
"As if!" she sqeaked, "No way, they usually just steal us away from out families, at birth. If your lucky, they'll create you from scratch. Or our parents are type of bastards that will sell us." She said with a look of disgust.
"Who's they?"
"The Whitecoats! The "scientists" that run this joint."
"Isn't this, illegal?"
"Sure as hell it is! But the rest of the country doesn't know 'bout it do they?"
"Why doesn't someone tell them?"
"When they test on you, they'll put a microchip in you, so they can track you even if you're released. If you even try they'll send the Erasers after you." She mumbled.
"What? I'm not sure I understand, what are Erasers?"
"They're the evil wolf-like men that brought you here,"
I shuddered and thought of their long, creepy canines.
"Oh, they always look like that?"
"No, regularly, they're gorgeous, like male models, well muscled and everything," she hugged herself and closed her eyes, as if picturing one, then her eyes snapped open. "But that's the scary part, you fall for their spell, then they start morphing. They can control when they want to morph too, creepy stuff."
"Are they genetically enhanced here? Do random men sign up?"
"As I said before they either steal you or make you from scratch. The Whitecoats start them off as embryos then they boost them with all kinds of weird hormones, speeding up the process. They're born in five weeks and in a month, they're fully grown, into, well, men. Gross, morphing, evil men."
I swallowed. "Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"
"If we're lucky. Say, are those, wings coming from your back?"
"Wha…" I turned around and was horrified. The pain in my back had ceased. They made me grow wings! Huge deep purple feathers ran down my back, all spread out to what looked like a thirteen foot wingspan! I moved my shoulders a bit, the wings moved too, flapping a little, lifting me up in my cage.
"I'm guessing I'm the first to notice," the girl almost smirked.
"Yeah,"
"Well don't stab me with them, I'll grow them too, well actually if you lick them , then stab me with them in my back, they'll grow, that's probably what the Whitecoats did to you."
"Great," I mumbled.
"What was your name again?" the girl asked.
"Kirsten," I hadn't told her my name.
"I'm Clara, but I go by Splitz, at least, that's what my friends used to call me, before the Whitecoats killed them, over experimentation, long story," said Splitz.
"Oh, I'm so sorry,"
"Yeah, me too,"
Right then two "scientists" came through the door and stopped by my cage.
"Oh, great, your awake," one of them smiled, but somehow, it wasn't comforting.