Hey there guys. :D This part was a little harder to write, since I had to think of something a little more spectacular than what has already happened. XD I also decided to give you some time to finally realize that you are in a fucked up place being…well…fucked up. XD So here's chapter 3 my friends. ^_^ Thanks for all the lovely reviews, and I'll be sure to reply, so tell me how I am doing, what you'd like to see, any mistakes, etc. I am open to anything and everything guys. ;P

Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick, or any of its characters, but I do own this plot, this story, and the OC I created here for you. SO DON'T STEAL IT.

THEME SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: "What Now?" By Rihanna; watch at Youtube here: /watch?v=vdid9kBnPEU

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LAST TIME: "And if she EVER escapes, it will be YOUR ass on the line, so be careful with MY merchandise, got it?," he threatened, glaring at Don. Don swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yes sir…," he whispered, quailing before Jamie. Jamie studied him for a minute, before nodding and whirling around and walking out the door. Once he was gone, Don let out a breath. Man was that man an ass…

THIS TIME:

You stirred from your curled position to sit up on the white bed. You pulled the thin sheet up with you, and you were a bit disoriented from the bright light all around you. Then with the pain of your sore body, the realization of what happened crashed down on top of you and you screwed your eyes shut. You were still stark naked, and you felt very uncomfortable. Your new wolf ears twitched, registering what sounded like heartbeats coming from behind the mirror-or more likely double sided glass. You stiffened and turned towards the mirror, taking in your reflection. You still looked the same-except for the color of your hair, the wolf ears, and the small bit of wolf tail you saw peeking out from under your sheet. You shivered as you reached up to lightly touch your new ears again. The sounds were a bit irritating actually; you could hear the soft whirring of the AC, the buzzing of the florescent lights, and the breaths and heartbeats of the assholes behind the glass. You were pretty shy, but once you got to know someone, you were rather outspoken. And when your temper was stroked, you could easily snap. These guys were pretty close to making you snap. You glanced once more at the mirror before turning your back completely on it, wrapping the sheet closer around your body and ignoring the assholes behind the mirror.

You surveyed the room again, and now that you were less focused on the pain, the details came to you sharper than before. Everything was a stark white, and there was literally nowhere to hide from the bright light. You yourself preferred to sleep in the pitch dark, but if you were tired enough, you could sleep in light such as this-provided you had a blanket or sheet to block out the light. Your sheet was less than adequate, but you really had no choice. You had always had a secret fear of being in an environment such as this- a classic psychiatric hospital from a horror film. Those kinds of places are worse than a prison from what you've read. Especially like back in the old days. You shivered. Those hospitals made the "patients" wear straightjackets, shot them up with drugs…and experimented on them, since no one cared about them either way. It was terrifying and very sad. And now you were in basically your worst nightmare…Well, not quite, but the second worst nightmare. You huddled back under your sheet, trying to hide from the prying eyes behind the glass and the bright lights.

You had no idea how long you sat huddled like that, but it seemed to be many hours. Finally, your ears twitched towards the door, as you heard several boot clad feet heading in your direction. When they stopped in front of your door, you knew they were coming for you again. You wouldn't go without a fight this time. You had no idea how you got here from your living room, but you knew you would go out fighting. You immediately crouched with your back to the wall, a snarl on your face. You glared with hatred at the men who came through the door.

The first man through the door was the same man who took your name the day before. Again, he had a clipboard in his hands, and he was furiously scribbling something down in it. With a glance at you, he started to mutter to himself as he scribbled away.

"Subject appears to have recovered from Phase 2 remarkably…," he muttered, scribbling away. You noticed 4 large muscular men barge into the room and start to surround you, like dog catchers would surround a frightened feral dog. You glared and snarled at them, feeling a bit unlike yourself in that you felt you had to try and defend yourself-violently if necessary. Suddenly, the men all moved at once, jumping at you. You screeched in anger as they grabbed at your arms and legs. You kicked, clawed, bit, and punched as hard as you could. You snarled in rage and then you felt a stinging pinprick at the junction of your neck and collarbone. Within seconds, your body slumped in their hands. You were still very much aware, but you couldn't get your body to respond to you. It felt as though you suddenly weighted a million tons. The young doctor from before walked up to your now limp form and tutted over your limp body, and you snarled at him again.

"We wouldn't want you to get away right? Besides, this next test requires…complete relaxation, and without a sedative, that is not…possible. At least we believe that it's supposed to be incredibly painful," he said, smirking viciously. You blanched. More pain? You suddenly felt very nauseous.

"Come on boys," he continued," We need to get her set up for Phase 3 right away. Boss's orders." The 4 men holding you nodded, and two lifted you up, each by an arm and dragged your limp upright figure out of the door. The other two split up-one walking ahead, and the other one bringing up the rear. You couldn't lift your head, so the whole way to wherever-the-hell-you-were-going was a boring ride of floor, floor, and…you guessed it: more floor. When you saw that you went through a doorway, you knew that you were there.

"Get her into the tube; we'll begin once she's all hooked up," said the voice of Don, the head asshole doctor. You felt yourself being dragged again, heard a door squeaking open, and then they were making you kneel on a cold metal floor. Since you couldn't really lift your head, you still only saw the floor, but you could hear the men moving around you; one man had to keep you upright, or you would have surely flopped over like a limp noodle. Then you felt the dozens of painful pricks of needles again, and then felt cold metal being secured over your wrists. The next thing you knew, you felt your arms being tugged painfully as they suspended you by your arms; most likely using metal chain and cuffs. You dangled lifelessly, and felt someone secure a breathing mask over your face; if felt like it was glued to your face, kinda like a snorkeling mask would if you went underwater. Then you heard the squeak of the door again, and then all was still. Until you heard a rapid whooshing sound-all too much like a bathtub filling for your comfort. When you felt the cold and wet of whatever it was that was filling up the tank, you started to panic. Ever since your near-death experience of drowning, you did not like feeling trapped in the water. You knew how to swim yes, and very well; but after that day and the strange experience that went with it, you've always had a healthy respect for the water. The water rose steadily, and once it got to your knees, you realized that it wasn't water at all-this substance felt more like jelly. Pretty soon, the whole tube was filled, and you didn't want to open your eyes, for fear of the jelly-like substance burning your eyes.

But you opened your eyes anyways, since you wanted to see what was going on. Your vision was slightly blurred, and the substance stung a bit, but it was nothing you couldn't handle. You watched silently as several doctors and assistants scurried around, pressing buttons and flipping switches. Through the murky jelly substance, you were able to make out what was being said.

"Is everything all set?," Don asked impatiently, as he crossed his arms and shifted his stance. The other doctors tittered from their stations that everything was a go. Don nodded, a gleeful smile upon his face.

"Begin Phase 3!," Don shouted, and once again, everyone was moving again in a flurry of movement. A few seconds later, you felt the burning pain come back full force, but it seemed a lot worse this time. You felt like dying, the burning was unbearable in its intensity. You couldn't even spasm or scream, as you longed to do. Instead, you screamed and cried in your mind, howling in pain. After what seemed to be an eternity, the pain came to a climax, and all you saw was white before the burning suddenly died into pure cold.

A bright light emitted from your tube, and everyone in the room had to shield their eyes from the intensity. The sound of cracking glass sounded in the room, and the tube burst open violently. When the light died, you were sitting on the cold metal floor, shaking. The chains that had held you suspended were now bits of twisted metal, and you were unrestrained. The needles in your body had been blown off, and the needle marks were slowly disappearing. Some were already healed, leaving only a smear of blood in their wake. You looked around wildly, and quickly pulled yourself to your feet shakily. All the men that had been stunned by the performance suddenly burst into action.

"Get her! Don't let her escape! FUCK!," yelled Don, as you quickly leapt up, neatly landing behind the men that had rushed you. Seeing a door to your right, you quickly ran towards the door, hardly even noticing how fast you were, and then you disappeared down the hallway. Don cursed again and hit the emergency button. Suddenly, the lights all turned an angry red and sirens sounded throughout the whole building.

You on the other hand, were running on nothing but instinct and adrenaline right now. Your first priority was to escape this piece of shit hellhole and find out where the fuck you were. You kept to the shadows, and you were amazed by how well you could see in the dark. You heard several boot steps coming your way, so you slipped into a side hall, and waited as they stormed past. Once you saw that the coast was clear, you dashed out.

'Ok, I need to listen…I need to use my instincts…,' you thought to yourself, as you jogged down the corridor. Suddenly, you just remembered your nakedness and blushed. You needed some clothes before you left, or people would look at you weird…and see your tail and ears. Huffing in annoyance, you tried to pick up the scent of fresh laundered clothes. Once you picked it up, you quickly followed it to a supply closet, and flung open the door. There were several shelves stacked with shirts, pants, coats, and hoodies. You quickly pulled on the pants and hoodie, throwing the hood over your head and effectively covering your ears. You were a little unsure about what to do with your tail, so you just let it stay inside the pants, going down one of the pant legs. Nodding in satisfaction, you quickly turned around and proceeded to jog as you searched for a way out. Suddenly, the scent of rain hit your nose, and you knew that that one scent would lead you out. You kept to the shadows as you maneuvered around the guards searching for you. Finally, you pushed open a door to be greeted by what looked like the outside of an old prison; grey stone walls, and tall fencing topped with barbed wire. Search lights lit the area, searching for you. You cursed. There was no other way. You would just have to make a mad dash for it and hope that you made it. You took a deep breath, crouched, and then sprang forward with an almost cat-like grace.

You heard gunshots being blasted at you, and you cringed at the intensity of the sound in your now sensitive ears. You felt them as the whizzed past you. Then you felt a new pain blossom in your leg, and you stumbled. You quickly righted yourself, hearing bullets as they whizzed by you some more. You quickly crouched down and leaped the barbed wire fence and bolted. You had absolutely no idea where the hell you were, but you could tell it was some sort of city. You didn't pay much attention to anything; instead you focused on losing your pursuers. You made many turns and did not stop until you felt that you had traveled for a few miles at least. Heaving in exhaustion and pain, you fell to your knees, and then fell to your side, trying to slow your breathing. Thunder rumbled in the distance and you were comforted by the sound. But you knew that you needed shelter and fast. Climbing back to your feet was a serious effort, and you could feel the blood pooling from your leg slow down, as your rapid healing kicked in. You only knew you healed fast now because the needle wounds had disappeared almost after they left your skin. You saw an old rusty and grimy looking building nearby, and you wrenched open the door before slipping inside. It was blissfully dark, and no one was around nor near the vicinity of the abandoned building. One whole wall of the hollow building was missing, but allowed for a beautiful view of the sky. Lightning flashed and more thunder rumbled in the distance. You sat down near the torn out wall, staring up into the sky.

Your now sharp eyes noticed many flying vehicles; all small and swift, moving at different intervals in the sky. Your jaw dropped. There was no way in hell that in the time you had been captured-which must've only been a few days-humans had been able to not only invent the flying car; but to perfect it. You felt cold fear snake through you. Where were you? Where in the HELL were you?! You felt tears start to fall own your face as the sky opened up. The realization that you were somewhere very different from home-or even EARTH-made you feel a sense of loss so keenly that you began to cry.

"What am I going to do now?," you whispered, feeling so lost and alone. You wrapped your arms around your legs and buried your head in your knees, as the thunder and lightning continued on, rain falling harshly to the ground. Your leg still burned from the gunshot wound, but the pain was just a dull thrum now. You just continued to cry until you could cry no more. You cried for the loss of home. You cried for the changes that were forced upon you. You cried for the pain that was inflicted upon you. But most of all, you cried because you felt so utterly and completely alone.

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I have to say…This chapter went in a completely different direction than I intended, but I am really starting to enjoy this story, and it's the first one in a really REALLY long time. Song for the ending scene is "Listen To The Rain" by Amy Lee. I hope you guys will review and tell me how I did on this. No, you didn't kill anyone on our way out. Will you kill in the future? Most likely. But I can't tell too much, can I? XD