The air escaped from me as I fell from the man's back like a sack of potatoes. Breathing heavily and rubbing my neck, I shakily sat up. I squinted and tried to understand where I was. Grass scratched against my bare legs and a bright light source beat down. It was like the sun, it was the sun, and it felt good on my skin. When was the last time I've been outside? Weeks? Months? It felt like forever. And this place... it looked like a military training ground... but more intense looking. That's probably due to the twelve-foot tall fence with barbed wire wrapped around the top encasing the area. There was no way to get out, and digging was out of the question. I wouldn't be surprised if it was an electric fence too. There were also many men, very large and extremely toned men. It was like they were on steroids or something. Yet, they were running around just like a military camp. They didn't even need the massive tires and climbing walls, they were muscular enough. Some wore shirts and I could still see their bulging pecks from a mile away.

That was new too. I could easily see their faces and design of the fence far away from me. I could see the twining of it, and I could see distant, brown hills around. No cities. No nothing. It was like I was in a desert, but the ground was speckled in bushes and green. Where am I?

I moved my legs to stand, but as soon as I did so, I was knocked down again by something hard on the soft spot between my collarbone and shoulder. My spine jolted and I gasped; my hand instinctively flew up to the area where I was hit. I fell to my stomach, about to curl up when a boot pressed down on my back. It wasn't heavy, but it kept me pinned in the dirt.

"Well lookie here, we got some fresh meat," said the man with the boot. I tried to wriggle my way out from underneath but he put more pressure on me to keep me still. There were murmurs behind me and I was guessing it was those damn white coats again. Once the weight was lifted off my back, I was tempted to swing around and attack. Yet, I was afraid I'd get the shock treatment again. Instead I kept still for a bit before turning around and looking up at the group of seven, steroid-jacked men. What are they going to do to me? They wouldn't... no. I started to scramble away, and a few were about to lunge at me, but the man in front held a hand up and spoke in a firm tone, "You know the drill boys."

His voice sounded familiar, like I knew him from somewhere. I shook my head and stood up, still holding my shoulder as I stared down the men. They were large, very large, at least six-foot tall each. The muscles on their arms were about the size of my head. Jesus, I thought. I knew I couldn't win against them in hand-to-hand combat... but they were big, bulky men. I bet they couldn't outrun me. I continued staring at them and I could tell a few of them were agitated.

"Oh come on already!" one shouted, jumping up and down, eager for a good chase... for me.

I mentally smirked as another man stated, "I can't stand still for long, Jacob! Make her move!"

Jacob? How come that sounds familiar?

"Okay that's it!" one of them grunted, pushing through the group. The man in front turned and swung his fist, but the too-eager-man dodged and lunged at me. Okay, time to run.

I spun around and kicked my feet back in an attempt to sprint. I tripped, nearly face-planted, but caught myself. I felt my white hospital gown snag from some sort of knife, or claw swiping at me. I concluded it had to be a knife, cuz this man can't have claws. As I pushed my legs to go faster, I had to glance back to see how close he was. I screamed.

He wasn't a man, he was some sort of werewolf thing. He had a snout, and his head was replaced by the head of a wolf. He was covered in fur, and guess what... he had claws. He grinned at my scream and growled, "I'm going to eat you, you little kitten." He then howled, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the others advancing on me. No, I have got to get out of here!

I focused all my energy in my legs, breathing heavily, and I felt myself run a bit faster. I noticed something ahead, a large tire, and I aimed to jump over it. As I got closer, I felt a searing pain rake across my back and through the fabric. My back stung as I struggled to keep up the pace. I felt my hair get snagged and I had to turn to dodge the tire before running into it. I continued to focus on my speed, and I noticed that everything around me was fuzzier than me on an average run. The man was still on my heels, so I focused even more so. Lines streaked past me and I didn't feel the hot breath of that man again. I glanced back, seeing oddly shaped figures.

Suddenly my body struck something and I somersaulted back a few feet. I tumbled in the grass and once I came to a complete stop the pain finally settled in. My mouth opened to scream, but only gasps escaped. My heart was beating in my brain, in my toes, everywhere. I grabbed my head and curled up on my side. Everything, everywhere, hurt. I knew I broke something, but it felt more like everything. The pounding pain muffled the voices above me, and I suspected a few of them to be those wolf men. I barely felt the pinch of my arm but didn't think much of it; I was too focused on making this pain go away.

The ground fell away from me and fur rubbed against me. Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on ignoring the pain. A furry hand pressed against my forehead and I heard a muffled voice say something like "concussion." The hand didn't seem harsh and rude, more like a soft gesture. I wriggled away from it; these freaks are trying to trick me. I heard more bits and pieces of conversation. The words "speed," "mutation," and "Jacob" slurred out... Wait, did I hear a name? Again, it sounded so familiar. When the word was spoken, whoever's grip on me tightened slightly, and I felt being pulled closer to that person's chest.

I finally opened my eyes, the world still hazy but visible enough so I could look at the man's (who's holding me) face. He looked straight ahead as he carried me back into the building. It seemed as if he was "morphing" back to his original self or something. I could faintly see fur retracting back to smooth skin. His chin seemed too perfect with the bits of fur on his neck, and I could make out a dark mark just under his left ear. Then the dark fog returned to my vision along with a headache with, I guess, from whatever they injected me with. I tried to decipher who this man was by his face, by that mark, before I was sucked into blackness, again. Just as a door opened and all feeling left my body, I realized who he was.

Jacob, my boyfriend before I was kidnapped.