It wasn't until the sun the next day was just barely rising did Jonathan wake up. The warm but intruding sunlight glared in from the window of the bedroom, nearly blinding him when he opened a sleep-filled eye.
It only took seconds for the raccoon to remember where he was-and how he got there.
Jonathan was suddenly more awake than ever, eyes now darting to and fro to look for the potential threats in the room. His eyes soon landed on the sleeping man sprawled out on a comfortable surface quite far from the ground. Evan's face was snugly pushed against the soft covers and a light snore could just barely be heard.
Even for such a harmless looking environment, Jonathan remembered with sharp clarity what had happened the previous night. He felt threatened, and a bit confused. They could have killed him-anyone else would've.
Deciding to put off the unimportant questions until he was safe on the streets (as weird as that sounded), Jonathan used most of the little energy he had into morphing into his less vulnerable human form. He felt the familiar spark of electricity go down his spine, signaling the start of his transformation.
A few seconds later and a short brunet with dazzling blue eyes stood in the place of the dirty raccoon.
Jonathan wasn't entirely sure why he couldn't have morphed earlier, but he chalked it up to him being weak and tired. It didn't matter anyway, as he could morph now and that was all that mattered to him.
During this whole process, Evan didn't stir. Not a twitch was seen from the sleeping man. Jonathan thanked his lucky stars at the turnout.
Now, to escape.
This was the tricky part of any of Jonathan's getaways; the ability to sneak away without being seen. He'd only been caught once, and that was an experience he'd never want to relive. So, as quietly as humanly (or not-humanly) possible, Jonathan stepped to the door of the bedroom and cautiously turned the doorknob. His blue eyes peeked out from the door and saw a long hallway connected to various other doors, presumably to the other guys' bedrooms. Jonathan realized that this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
That feeling was amplified when he heard a muffled curse from downstairs.
One of the guys was downstairs for one reason or another, to Jonathan though the reason didn't matter as long as he could get out the front door safely. He slipped out from Evan's room and walked to the stair's landing. They looked daunting as ever, especially since the raccoon knew that at any moment the guy downstairs could decide he wanted to return to his room and ruin Jonathan's plan. He sucked up his fear and told himself he could freak out later-as he'd done many times before- and steadily descended the stairs.
The guy was in the kitchen, banging around and whispering more cuss words to himself. Jonathan would've laughed had he not been trying to hide.
It was only when Jonathan was five feet from the door did the guy in the kitchen appear in the kitchen door way.
In a moment of sheer panic, Jonathan transformed back into his raccoon form with a swift flash. Luckily the guy seemed too distracted with his cereal to notice the flash. Unluckily though, he wasn't so oblivious as to not notice the raccoon standing in the middle of the hall close-so close-to the door.
The guy, who like the others smelled of an animal of some kind (a monkey?), started a bit at the sight of Jonathan. Some of his cereal milk spilled to the floor when the man jumped; making Jonathan inwardly giggle at the shocked expression.
Stop it, Jonathan reminded himself. This wasn't a good time for laughing. They were going to kill him if he didn't escape! The guy, sensing the raccoon's urgency, placed the cereal bowl on the nearby dining table and darted forward to grab at the animal.
They did so successfully, and held the raccoon to their chest with one hand as one would a small dog. Jonathan tried not to feel too degraded at the gesture.
"Aren't you Evan's pet?" The man said, as if expecting an answer from a raccoon. Jonathan would've snorted.
The voice was similar to that of the one that yelled in protest to Jonathan living here, Jonathan became tense at the idea of the very same man holding him. If anyone was sure to kill him, it'd be the ones that didn't want him here in the first place. Jonathan tried with all his might to struggle his way out of the man's grip, but to no avail.
A door was heard shutting from upstairs, announcing that someone else was soon to join them in the dining room. Jonathan looked longingly at the door, cursing his luck and regretting ever thanking his unlucky stars.
He wasn't going to get out. He was surely going to die at the hands of people that didn't even know he was a hybrid.
Jonathan could've cried.
The next face that was seen coming downstairs was the same man that handed the syringe to Evan and doused him with that painful liquid. To Jonathan, this man was his equivalent of his torturer, and so Jonathan's stress level climbed up to unimaginable heights when his blue eyes landed on the other man. The man looked vaguely confused as to what he walked in on.
"Marcel, why do you have Evan's raccoon?" Once again, Jonathan tried not to take it personally when he was considered someone else's property. On the bright side (or not-so bright side) he found out that the man's name was Marcel. Jonathan wondered why he'd ever care seeing as he was going to leave either way-through death or escape.
Marcel shrugged at the other man. "I found him downstairs near the door.", he explained. The other man hummed at this.
"That's weird, Evan's door should've been shut. How did the raccoon get out?" He questioned. Once again Marcel shrugged, he had no answer to the question.
"Might as well just return it to his room I guess." Marcel said. Jonathan's hope plummeted even further.
As was suggested, Marcel knocked on Evan's door loudly. A annoyed moan was heard beyond the door and it opened soon to reveal the sluggish face of the man that originally screwed over the raccoon.
Evan perked up immediately once he saw Jonathan, and spastically looked back at his own room as to reassure himself he wasn't seeing things. Jonathan was confused and a little scared at the movement.
"H-How...?" Evan trailed off.
"I don't know, but take your pet and make sure it doesn't just leave your room again."
Evan took Jonathan back into his hands and shut the door once Marcel left. He looked down at the raccoon in confusion. "Delirious, how the hell did you get out?"
Delirious? Who was Delirious? Jonathan wondered. Is that what they decided to call him? Delirious? This man was getting more and more weird as time passed, and he'd only met him a day ago!
Evan shook his head dismissively, and missed the raccoon's sigh of relief as he did so. Jonathan wouldn't get found out yet-at least that was a plus. Evan set the raccoon down on the comfortable bed and walked to the bathroom, thankfully shutting the door after him. The sound of water flowing was heard soon after.
In all this, Jonathan came to a conclusion. For whatever reason, they weren't going to kill him. He didn't know why, nor did he know why they drugged him earlier and tortured him soon after, but what he did know was that no torturer he'd ever met had acted this way before. They'd always want to hurt him and kill him straight away, and they certainly never gave him a name.
In no way did this mean that he trusted them-and certainly not that other guy from earlier this morning-but the pressure to escape lessoned greatly, and he found himself more reluctant to go back on the streets than before.
So with that in mind, Jonathan continued on with his plan.
