Minor swearing in this chapter
Rex's ears flicked up as he heard his name. He raised his head, his eyes widening "Doc?" He managed to choke out before another blast of pain hit him, sending him to the ground. Rex was now resisting; he couldn't change with Holiday there! The pain increased, forcing Rex to close his eyes. He could feel his bones breaking and his muscles stretching and moving, causing him to scream, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the feeling of his mind slipping away; the sensation was similar to the feeling of dirt or rocks giving way beneath your feet. It was like he could feel his consciousness shift before falling away completely, leaving him as nothing but an animal.
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Six had heard stories about transformations but he had never actually witnessed one. Even with emotional training the thought of how much pain Rex must have been going through to scream like that was almost heart wrenching. Six pried his eyes away from Rex, focusing instead on Holiday, who had somehow managed to look concerned and livid at the same time.
"We need to leave," he said. Holiday turned to him, now looking more livid than concerned.
"We need to help him," she snapped moving closer to Rex, or what was left of him.
Six grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "The best thing we can do now is leave."
"Six!" The angry rant she was about to go on was prevented by a soft growl. Holiday looked back at Rex but Six did not, opting instead to run, dragging Holiday with him.
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For a moment Holiday was too shock to move, instead she allowed Six to drag her while she stared. This was completely impossible! People don't turn into cats! It just doesn't happen! But despite all of this, she couldn't deny what she had seen and it didn't change the fact that she was being chased through the Petting Zoo by a giant black tiger that had been a teenage boy not five minutes ago. Holiday was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by something sharp catching her arm, activating her fight or flight response, and causing her to start actually moving her feet. Luckily, Dr. Holiday had left the door open saving them precious seconds that saved their lives.
The sound of something big thumping against the door made Holiday realize exactly how close they had been to dying. When she said that she would get to the bottom of this even if it killed her, this was not what she meant.
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Six leaned against the wall, allowing himself to sink slowly to the floor. This was all his fault; he should have been paying closer attention! He should have noticed that the doctor was following them! He looked up at Dr. Holiday who had done the exact same thing as him, except she had her head buried in her hands; her lab coat was smeared with blood. Six moved closer to her grabbing her arm just below the injury, inspecting it.
"He scratched you," Six stated. He looked back at Holiday.
Her head was resting against the wall and her eyes where closed "Just tell me what's going on here."
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"If you had told me all this a week- no! just an hour ago I would have said that you were crazy! But now…" Holiday looked down at her injured arm. The scratch turned out to be four three inch long gashes in the middle of her upper arm, "Am I going to… turn?" she asked, her eyes wandering over to the petting zoo windows.
Six sighed softly. "No, you're still human," he said.
"What about you?" she asked.
Six raised an eyebrow "What makes you believe I'm not human?" He asked.
Dr. Holiday crossed her arms, "Are you human or not?"
Six leaned on the railing between the lab and the petting zoo windows "Some things aren't that simple," he replied.
Holiday turned to her desk gathering a few things. "Open your mouth," the doctor instructed.
Six only looked at her, "Excuse me?" He said.
"I need a DNA sample, those are easiest to get from cheek cells, now open your mouth" Holiday had almost died today and she'd be damned if she didn't get answers now.
"If you thin- om!" Six's sentence was interrupted by a Q-tip being shoved in his mouth. Dr. Holiday dropped the Q-tip into a machine in the corner. The thing began purring happily, slowly decoding Six's DNA. It would have results in ten hours, until then she could only guess at what Six meant by complicated.
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Rex now realized how stupid he had been to think that he could meet Six in the clearing he had changed in. The feline was unable to move an inch, let alone traverse the Petting Zoo. Rex lay on his side, limp as a rag doll. The sound of footsteps drew closer, making Rex both hopeful and fearful. If it was Six, then he would be taken back to his room so he could continue the façade of normalcy. If it was a solider then he would have to make a lot of good excuses. After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps reached him, "Well, if this wasn't the last thing I expected." Rex's ears twitched at the familiar voice, this was far worse than a solider. Rex was suddenly hefted into the air by the scruff of his neck. His golden eyes met with one indigo one, the other covered by purple hair, her dark purple lips curled in a smirk.
"Black Knight," he hissed
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Can someone draw werecat!Rex? I would but I can't draw people.
