Second chapter! Whoop. Quite a bit shorter than the previous one. Sorry about that. Still just Dustfinger here. And I still don't own any of Torchwood. ): OC is still mine.

[No. Please, no!] The boy struggled with his restraints, ignoring the burning feeling as they rubbed against his wrists. Animal testing had never really been his thing – he'd picked up toiletries with the 'against animal testing' symbol- but he'd never really thought it about it in depth. Now, he knew exactly what the animals went through. Now it was happening to him.

He could see them. See them over there with their ridiculous white coats, their goggles and gloves. "You're all monsters!" His voice echoed around the room, higher pitched than what he was hoping for. None of them turned around. One had the cheek to laugh. "Let me go, goddamnit! Let me go!" He knew it was useless, no matter how much he hoped. They'd never let him go. They'd said to him 'he fit the bill perfectly'. What bill? What had he ever done to deserve this?! Like some ridiculous horror movie, they all turned around at the same time, one of them holding up a syringe. Squeezing the end lightly, the liquid inside spurted out.

[How stereotypical.] He could've almost laughed.

They approached slowly, almost cautiously. He gulped. This was a dream, surely? A horrid, disturbing dream. It had to be! This just didn't happen to people, did it? He closed his eyes tight, willing his conscience to wake up. To get him out of this godforsaken place. Nothing had changed when he opened his eyes. It was real.

One held his arm steady, applying pressure so the vein stood out more prominently. Their grip was vice like, causing his pain. And no matter how hard he struggled, they just would not let go. [This is the end. My god. This is the fucking end!] Blinking back tears, he writhed around on the operating table. Useless. Everything he did was useless.

"Monsters!"

One stood by his head, lay a hand gently on his forehead. "This won't hurt a bit. Just lay still and this will all be over soon. There's nothing to worry about." And then they broke the skin on his arm with the needle. The searing pain notified him that the substance was being injected into his bloodstream. His cries and screams filled the air. So horrifyingly helpless, even the white coat-clad men had to look away. [The pain. Christ, the pain! What have they done? What the hell have they done?! Shit! Screaming. Constant screaming in my head! When will it stop?!]

"What's happening?"

"Something's gone wrong."

The men were all in a dither, trying to set right what they had done. The boy was changing. Crunching bones. High-pitched screams. Fur began to sprout out of his blistered skin; jagged teeth forced their way out of his gums. Hands and feet mutated to paws, eyes turned an angry yellow. The sheer force of the change broke his restraints and the newly create monster rose to its four feet, growling, snarling and snapping his jaws. Time seemed to slow down as it shook it's shaggy fur, blood and spittle flying off in all directions. It slowly turned its head towards the one who had claimed it would all be okay. Snarling, it pounced.

That was Ivan's first kill.

*****

Jack had a vague feeling that something extremely bad was going to happen. And usually when he had these feelings, he was right. The creature was slowly advancing and showed no signs of giving up it's approach. Shame really. He took an experimental step back, just to see what his options were. Fight or flight? The rest of the team were way off. Gwen was shouting at Owen about something, Tosh was staring at the transmitter screen, confused, and Ianto was off in the SUV.

Looking around had been an amazingly stupid idea. It had given the monster - who after having come into the radius of Jack's torch's feeble light, showed himself to be the wolf-boy they were looking for – the impression he was backing away from it. So, it took the advantage of Jack's attention being elsewhere, and lunged at him.

The blow knocked him clean off his feet and onto his back, and almost instantly, the monster went for his neck, jaws snapping loudly, saliva dripping onto Jack's chest. He had to fight for breath in his surprised, winded state, fight to keep the monster from his neck, and fight to keep the darn thing off his chest. It wasn't exactly very light.

Shoot it! Shoot, damnit! Holding the beast away from his throat with one hand and a ridiculously large amount of effort, Jack scrabbled around next to him for his gun. All his fingers found was the grubby concrete and the grit that coated it. The wolf continued to snap for his neck, forcing it's weight onto Jack's wrist. He gasped in pain as he heard it snap. The gasp twisted to a shout of pain when his wrist gave way and the beast fell forward, it's teeth narrowly missing his neck and tearing into his shoulder. He continued to search for his gun, feeling more and more short of breath as he fought and panicked.

His team. Surely his team would've noticed by now that he had a creature trying to tear his throat out? He braved another look to the side, trying with all the might he had left to shout out to them. Nothing. The beast was too heavy on his chest. His lungs couldn't get the air. His head was swimming, his vision out of focus.

"Great…" He managed to rasp before the beast lunged again, it's teeth finding it's target. Jack's scream of pain dwindled to silence as everything went black.