Heyho! I'm Jimmy, writer of this crappy story...am sposed to be tidying my room, but i'm here updating for people to read...yay! Enjoy!
Ashitaka laid San on the bed, and the assistants strapped her into four shackles, atthe wrists and ankles. She twitched and growled in her drug induced sleep, but she didn't awaken as rapidly as the last time.
Ashitaka reached up to push the mask off of her face completely, but a small growl erupted from San's prone figure before he could complete the motion. Ashitaka's father brought a bundle of material into the examination room where San was being held, and laid it out. Inside there were flints, stone daggers and a small metal dagger carved with the same patterns as the ones on San's face.
"How am I supposed to get her to talk? She's probably never said a word in her life!" Ashitaka sighed.
"I'll leave methods up to you Ashitaka," said his father grinning.
Ashitaka sighed and looked back at the girl on the bed, wondering how he was ever going to get her to talk to him.
San fought her way through layers of grey sleep and drugged senses. The first thing the struck her was sound. It was so loud. She knew she wasn't in the forest anymore. The forest had a peaceful, calming sound, except when the humans came. They were loud and ignorant, destroying everything in their path, not caring if it had a life of it's own to live. This place was full of human noises. The metal machines that went any where, their 'cars', their noisy contraptions that kept the air cool, and the machine next to her that beeped loudly every so often.
The next thing that hit her was the smell. It assaulted her senses, and made her screw her nose up against it. It was so artificial and wrong. The air was full of scents that made her grit her teeth.
She opened her eyes, but had to blink a few times before she could see anything clearly. The room San was in was poorly lit, and her eyes took a minute to adapt. When she could see, she noticed she was lying down, facing a tiled ceiling, and when she tried to sit up, she noticed her hands and feet were tied down. By instinct, she pulled against the shackles and arched her back against the bed. It was no use. They were fastened well.
San lay back down and frowned.
The door to the room opened, and two humans walked in. One was older than the other and his hair was turning grey. The younger one looked to San like he was the same age as her.
They started speaking to her, or about her, but she just frowned. The sounds they made meant nothing to her.
"San? Can you hear me? My name is Ashitaka," said the younger one. She looked away from him when she didn't understand, but he tried to capture her attention.
"Hello? Do you understand me?" asked the older one.
"It's useless," said Ashitaka. "She doesn't understand us, and so she's not interested. It's not going to be easy, if it is possible."
The girl in the bed began to growl, and make primitive, feral noises, combining them with motions of her hands, which weren't able to move far.
San looked up at Ashitaka rather pitifully and motioned her head towards her hands. Before he had a chance to think about his own actions, he'd undone one of the shackles on her wrist. Big mistake.
She lashed out at him, swinging her arm into his face. He stumbled backwards as she moved to hit him again. She snarled and used her free hand to beat at the restraint on the other one. She obviously didn't realise there was a catch on them, and continued to beat at the shackle. She growled something, and moved her lips to manipulate the noise. It sounded like she was saying "Moro", the name of her wolf mother, over and over as she beat at her restraint.
As she raised her hand to beat the restraint again, Ashitaka caught it and she looked at him wide eyed with fear.
She flung her head forwards and clamped her teeth down on his hand. Ashitaka bit down on his lip, whimpering against the pain. He tried to pull his hand away, but San bit down harder.
Ashitaka's father pulled out a bottle of sedative and a syringe. He plunged the needle into the foil lid of the bottle and pulled out the liquid. He walked surprisingly calmly to the other side of the bed, and pushed the needle into the main vein in San's arm.
She visibly flinched, but it had the desired effect. She released her teeth from Ashitaka's hand (which was bleeding fairly heavily) and swiped at the needle. Ashitaka's father pulled away in time, and she hit thin air.
She scratched feverishly at her arm for a couple of seconds, before her actions grew steadily more lethargic.
There was silence for a moment, before Ashitaka said "This is not going to be easy."