Chapter Two: Escape

I awoke to the screaming and hollering of a young female voice. My head was pounding, and the screaming wasn't helping. I squinted as my eyes tried to adjust to the bright, fluorescent lighting. Those two men—they must have moved me into another cage. This new cage I was in was a little bigger than the last one; I at least had more room to move around.

The silver bars next to mine squeaked as they opened, and a young girl with red hair, probably 16 or so was shoved into the small quarters.

"Get your friggin' hands off me you piece of filth!" she yelled as she put her hands out and landed on her knees to break her fall. Her long red hair lightly caressed her cheeks as she tried to make sense of what was going on.

"Why am I here?" she yelled toward the man in the silk suit, her eyes filled with anger and fear.

"You are here to help us with an experiment," he said.

"What experiment?" she yelled.

"It's—," he said.

"About the change," I interrupted.

"Yes, about the change, we are trying to find out if we can force someone to change into their wild wolf half."

The girl's hands began to shake. "Let me out of here—" The girl said in a soft almost inaudible tone. "I said, Let me out of here!" she said in a louder tone, now almost yelling.

"Now-Now—we can't have you go running off and telling people what were doing here now can we?" The silk suited man said, tilting his head slightly.

The girl smiled. "You'll have to find out if I will tell or not, if you let me out," The girl's voice trailed off.

The man turned to her, and smiled back, "Not a chance."

The second man in the leather jacket was now in a tightly fitted t-shirt, which showed the bulk werewolves are known for. He had a small needle in his hand with a greenish pale color liquid in it.

I didn't hear him come in, where'd he come from?

"Now you will see what really happens when man creates the superior beast," the blonde man in the suit said.

There was a slight pause before anyone said anything.

"Boss, are you sure about this?" the other man asked.

"Just do it."

The man in the tight shirt t-shirt nodded, then grabbed the girls arm, and stuck the needle in. He pushed the plunger down, and the green liquid went down slowly through the barrel, then to the hub into the needle and then to the girl's arm. The insertion spot was raised from the fluid going in; it looked like a small wad of gum sticking under her skin.

Either she didn't like needles, or that stuff they were putting in her really burned because she screamed really loud. I think anyone in a quarter of a mile radius could hear her.

When the barrel of the syringe was empty, he pulled the needle out, and stepped back.

The man looked at his boss, who was still looking at the girl, and then he shifted his attention towards me. He walked a few steps to the right to stand in front of my holding cage.

"You stay away from me," I said in a stern voice. "I wanted nothing to do with you."

"Don't be so hostile Allan," The man in the silk suit said. "You've been here once before, don't you remember?"

I shook my head.

"Yes, we held you here while we did tests to find a way to force a werewolf to change; you were the first person, the one who we developed this drug from. It's all thanks to you," he said with a smile.

"Shut up," I said angrily. "I hate you."

"Hate is such a strong word boy," he said.

I growled at him.

"Take a break," he said his voice softer than before, almost kind. "I will come and see you later."

With that, he and his other pack member left the room.

"H-hey, are you ok? I'm going to get us out of here," I said to the wall of the cage, intended for the girl in the cage next to mine.

There was silence in the room except for the soft breathing of two bodies, wait—make that one…

My nerves were bouncing off a wall; I didn't know what to do. First, I had gotten myself captured, then drugged, and now, a girl was practically on her deathbed next to me. With the days of this months' full moon drawing near, I was at a loss.

I looked at the hinge of the cage, and it was just what I was hoping it would be. A hinge I could remove and pop off. I reached into my pocket. I had my house key, a penny, and a pencil from work. It was not the most efficient items to try to break out of an iron cage, but it would do.

I took the penny, and put it up to the crack between the bolt and the welded piece of metal that you would put the bolt through, and pushed. The bolt move up a little bit. Now, I could use the house key to put force upon the top right hand corner of the cages' door. It was a tight fit, but it worked. The door began to bend outwards. Seeing this, I put my back up against the back wall of the cage, and kicked the door with my feet. After a few kicks, the door fell to the floor with a satisfying crash. I hopped down from the cage. My knees were swollen, from kneeling, and it hurt to walk.

I walked over to the cage next to mine, and did the same thing; the door flew back against the cages behind me with a thunk. She was free. I just had to get past the two men out beyond the door. I reached into the cage and picked her up. I didn't know what it was, but there was a feeling I had for this girl, I just knew I couldn't let her die here.

There has to be another way out! I glanced around. Cages were all across the walls, but in the middle, there was one window just big enough to fit through.

I stumbled over to the window, nearly losing my balance. I put the girl down gently, resting her back against the cages; I slid the window open, and popped out the screen. It wasn't that far to the ground from where I was, maybe four feet high. I picked up the girl, and put her on the ground outside, her back sliding against the side of the building. Once I was outside, I took her in my arms again and ran towards the woods as fast as my tired legs would take me.