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Chapter 4
A Rude Awakening
{*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^} *-Izzy-*-Izzy-*-Izzy-*-Izzy-*-Izzy-* {*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^} Five Years EarlierIt's just a hallucination.
All in your mind.
That's not you.
It's not...
It-
She groaned, reaching up, rubbing at her eyes, hoping against hope THIS time it will make some kind of a damn difference, that when she opens her eyes she will no longer see t-that thing.
The were- the monster- staring back wearing her face.
She squeezes her eyes closed, taking a loud, gulping breath, saying a silent prayer to any higher power that might care to listen.
Oh please...please just make this go away...make it stop...just go away...please...please...
She sniffled faintly, fearfully blinking her eyes open, downcast gaze catching on her hands lying limp in her lap. Her breath catches, just barely managing to fight back another sob at the repulsive sight that greets her.
God...it's gotten even worse.
Her nails are full on claws now; long, deadly sharp and vicious. Her fingers look elongated and grotesque. She keeps telling herself it's all in her mind, she's delusional, poisoned, on the cusp of death, but it's getting harder and harder to believe.
She WANTS to believe it.
Wants desperately to believe it.
It doesn't feel like it's in her mind, doesn't feel like a delusion. It feels real.
She holds her hand up in front of her face, stretching her fingers out, flexing...she can feel the claws elongate, feel them pulling out, stretching out of her skin. It's an unsettling, disturbing feeling.
Her skin is now a rich burnished gold dotted with deep rosette like spots. They trail from the back of her hands up her arms...arms that seem longer, stronger, more powerful. She doesn't just think it's her arms. Her clothes feel tighter, far tighter than usual, almost uncomfortably so. Her legs look longer as well, she can feel the muscles coiling and stretching with every move and the tops of her boots which have fit perfectly for weeks suddenly feel like they're cutting off her circulation.
It all feels real.
Too real...
Oh god...
She swallows, taking a deep breath, blinking back tears, gaze shifting from her vicious, elongated claw tipped hands up, landing on her reflection in the glass. Her features are sharper than usual but unmistakably hers. There is no getting around it.
That is her.
The monster she sees staring back is her. Those rosette like spots adorn her cheeks, trailing along her hairline and over the curve of her jaw. Her ears are faintly turned, coming to a slight point that peaks out from under her dark brown, golden tinged curls. She can see them twitch and flick when she catches a new sound. Her movements seem odd, animalistic, unnatural. Just like everything else about her.
But without doubt the absolute worst are her eyes.
There's no mistaking those damn eyes.
She hates those eyes.
Those bright, golden feline eyes stare back at her, near mockingly. They Glimmer softly, shimmering and flickering, glowing like embers in the dim light of her cell. She is a monster.
God...
Why couldn't she have just died?
She should hav-
W-wait...
She should have. By all rights she should have died...but she didn't.
Why didn't she die?
Why?
J-just forget the monster transformation for a minute. How the hell did she survive something that is totally and completely UN-survivable? How is that even possible?
I-it...it isn't.
It's not possible. It's just not. People don't survive were venom. A bite is a death sentence. Always. No exceptions...No one survives a Were bite.
What, is she some magical 'chosen' one? Pfft...Sure. Yeah no, she doesn't believe in that kind of childish, fanciful crap. She's good no question but that's not luck, that is freaking skill. She's not good because she's lucky.She's good because she has worked her freaking ass off to make herself good.
If you want something in life you work for it, fight for it, earn it. You don't set around waiting for someone to just hand it to you; you do everything you can to make it happen.
She's not still here because of luck...
So why is she still here?
And while we're on the subject where the hell IS here? Last thing she remember she was fighting for her life- and losing- in the middle of the forest and now this. She survived the unsurvivable and then woke up alone, concussed in a metal box somehow transforming into the very monster she had been fighting with not so much as a glimpse of a memory in between.
I mean that...that could kinda fall into the 'it's all in her head' thing...definitely feels delusional...b-but...but it's not. She knows it's not. She's known from the moment she saw her own blood on what are apparently her own damn claws. Whatever is happening is real. It's insane and terrifying and makes no sense whatsoever- but it IS real...it is happening...
How is it happening?
Okay...j...Alright put the brakes on the overdramatic pity party for a minute. She was bit by a Were and survived.
That is not possible.
It's not.
Everything she has ever read, heard or seen tells her it's not. It is one of the indisputable facts that is impressed upon Angelus youths from their earliest days. One of the first things they ever learn...constantly hammered into them not just during the entirety of their training but throughout the entirety of their lives.
A were bite is a death sentence.
A near immediate death sentence.
It just is...
So how is she still here? Is it just some kind of fluke? Like a one in a million type reaction? Something unique or rare in her that reacted with the venom; counteracted it somehow... Uh...yeah...no...t-that does not seem like a real possibility.
Okay yeah...alright she'll admit she's pretty damn impressive. She's strong and determined and one of the most skilled alumni ever to come out of academy. She pulls off amazing, one in a million things just as flawlessly as she does her signature leather jacket. Most of the time telling her something is impossible is just daring her to prove them wrong. She pulls off impossible all the freaking time.
But this?
This is not that.
This isn't her pulling off a kickass, daring escape armed with nothing but her natural flare, fashion sense and a smug smirk. She didn't think, fight, flirt or trick her way out of this. She was flat out down for the count.
She was bitten and lost consciousness, totally defenseless crumpled in the mud while being circled by a majorly pissed off wereleopard out for her blood and some bizarre were-magic dude. Unless she somehow kicked both their asses while freaking comatose she didn't get herself out of it.
Don't get her wrong; if anyone could pull it off it would be her but she'd kinda leaning towards that being pretty unlikely.
Wereleopard, were-magic (seriously now sure how that's even a thing), bitten and poisoned, alone, unconscious, unarmed and defenseless, in the middle of the woods, yards away from a knockdown drag out fight between her batch of new recruits and two other supervisors and no fewer than thirty vicious supernaturals who'd already signaled for reinforcements.
Uh...Y-yeah...even by Izzy-logic she should've been dead about five times over there.
At least.
No way she got herself out.
So who did?
Alright...think it through...In her last memory she was near certainly dead in the woods and the next she's waking up concussed, freezing in the metal box. There have to be many steps between those. She didn't just magically transport here. Well...okay...at least SHE didn't magically transport herself here. There was the were-magic and easily half a dozen other beings with transport abilities back at the fight so it's a possibility she was transported here directly from the fight. But however that came about it wasn't by accident.
Someone put her here.
Who...Why?
Logic dictates whoever put her here did so for a reason. She's gonna go with the reason being linked to the random wereleopard transformation and likely the preceding fight that seems to have kicked this all off.
I mean...they're connected...Yeah? They have to be.
It...It practically makes sense. This box is solid steel. The scratches on the walls...I-it's designed for this. Designed for weres. She's not in a freezer...she's in a box designed to hold a were. Meaning whoever put her in here knew she was going to be turning into a were...maybe even is the cause of her becoming a were.
She was bit by a were, survived said were-bite and is now becoming a were. T-that...that's not how it works. Not in real life in any case. I mean not outside of like human pop culture.
There Werewolf bite turns you into a werewolf. Most who 'believe' in the supernatural believe that...but then again they also think demons feed on souls, trolls live under bridges, pixies are cute, playful little bombshells and vampires don't have a reflection and sparkle in the sunlight.
There is very little they get right and the little they do is a mix of sheer coincidence and intentional supernatural disinformation/ romanticizing. It's underhanded and devious and categorically fictitious. A sneaky, scheming way of lulling humans into complacency.
In the real world you get bit by a werewolf you don't 'turn into a werewolf'- you die. The end. Painfully and excruciatingly. That is an undeniable fact.
So what the hell is going on with her?
And how did whoever put her in here know she was going to turn? Clearly they had this place ready. Obviously they've used it before. From the looks of it, a lot. The marks on the walls are different sizes, different widths. Some are deep, look old and overlapped...maybe even years old.
S-so...she's not the first that's turned...this isn't a one in a million occurrence. You don't have a set up for a one in a million occurrence 'just in case'. Whatever happened with her has happened before. Enough times that whomever's behind putting her here is ready for it.
So who is it that put her here?
The supernaturals? It has to be. They were calling for reinforcements- that was what the whole light show thing was about...they were calling for help. Backup arrived...she was down for the count. They took her.
Makes sense...
It's the only thing that makes sense.
But why? Is it some kind of punishment? An experiment? Some twisted, vile way of getting retaliation against their enemies? An especially sick, cruel vindictive means of torture. Turning Angelus into monsters just like them?
Gotta admit if that's the idea it's a hell of an idea...makes the whole death by were venom thing pale in comparison. They really outdid themselves on this one. She knew they were evil but this is a whole new level of cruelty.
Still, what do you expect from literal monsters?
But why h-
Oh...wait...if that's the case than the 'why her' question is pretty self-explanatory.
She is one of the best the academy has ever had to offer. Fought countless battles, pulled off missions most would deem impossible. Does it nearly on a regular bases.
Also lets be real: she is a Lightwood.
With the Family legacy just taking one of them out would likely give a supernatural bragging rights for life. Pulling off something like this? Not outright killing a Lightwood but actually turning a Lightwood INTO the very thing they've fought so hard against?
Yeah...why her- not a mystery.
So...that's one answer- it doesn't really help her but one answer is better than where she was so she'll just have to take what she can get.
So she has the 'why'...likely the who- or an ambiguous idea of who, close as she can get right now...
Kay two answers...
Now as to the how...
Uh...yeah...that's a fair bit trickier. Maybe they have a way to curtail the venom, edit it? It's possible the 'werewolf bite turning you' wasn't so much a disinformation type campaign as a way to romanticize their little experiments. Make them seem normal...inevitable.
Well...it is official. Apparently it CAN get worse than poisoned, locked in a freezer, awaiting death.
Peachy.
On the plus side at least she stopped wallowing in self-pity...that's a step in the right direction. She knows next to none of the details here; if it's an experiment, some unknown, rare (but not nearly as rare as it would seem) fluke reaction or one of the most evil punishments ever imagined but whatever the hell this is sitting around crying about it isn't gonna do a damn thing.
All crying does is just annoys you, zaps your energy and make your eyes puffy. It's a waste of time, energy and strength...it's a waste of oxygen- and whatever else is going on she's still stuck in a metal box, now with around eight hours of oxygen left.
I mean as point of fact it's actually only been around two hours since she woke up but between the crying, the panicking and the extra oxygen used by the larger, more powerful lungs weres possess- which explains the horrible squishing sick feeling- she needs to cut the time by at least a third just to err on the side of caution.
On the plus side she's running far warmer than normal so she's not worried about the hypothermia clock anymore...so at least she has one mark in the 'win' column (it's a pretty pitiful column but it's something). Admittedly compared to the other ways she may die here hypothermia was probably the most pleasant but one less possible death is still one less possible death...it's something.
Not much but it IS something. She needs to focus on the positives right now.
She closed her eyes, covering them with her hands. She sighs softly, fingers going to her temples, rubbing slow, meditative circles, taking a few deep, measured breaths, trying to center herself. She feels her muscles uncoil, some of the tension seeping out. She leans back, sinking down, settling on the floor, eyes closed, relaxing more back against the wall.
Okay back to the lists. The lists help...but just for a breather maybe focus on the positives first.
You're not likely to die from hypothermia.
The bite was not fatal. It should have been but it wasn't...even if that's the result of some sick experiment that IS a win.
She gives a faint sigh, feeling her shoulders relax a little more, a slight rippley shiver slipping through her. Letting her mind flow freely she continues her list.
In the two plus hours you've been in here no one has made a move to kill you...that's likely a good thing.
Your body may have changed but your mind, emotions and thought processes still seem intact.
You are alive. That is a pretty big check in the win column. Whatever else is going on you can't fix anything if you're dead...well unless you were a vampi-
Oh...wow...yeah no...One insane monster thing at a time.
Okay again...you're alive...you survived the venom...apart from locking you in a metal box no one's tried to kill you so far...you're not dying of hypothermia...
You still could die from suffocation. T-that's not a positive but if you're not gonna keel over from one of the other reasons or get taken for some other round of experiments it's probably the most likely way you're gonna die here. There are worse ways to go but that one really isn't high on her list so definitely have to keep that in mind.
Aaand...that is the extent of the list of positives...
Well...crap...
Okay so onto the rest of the list.
You are in an icy cold metal box. The cold suddenly makes sense. She's read that were's run a few degrees hotter than most and if that earlier was indicative of anything it's even worse when they're transforming. The cold could even be a type of almost compassionate gesture.
That's probably a far too optimistic take away but it's almost something that could eek into the positive column. Maybe...if she's REALLY desperate. W-which she kinda is.
Okay so whomever put her in here and turned her into a monster at least wanted her to have a base level of comfort during the hellish ordeal.
Th-umm...that's something...
Unless it's just more practical for whatever the next phase of their plan is. Or they're somehow trying to ingratiate themselves to her...like trying to trigger some weird Stockholm syndrome type thing. Or they just like the cold.
O-okay...yeah...not helpful, moving on.
Somehow you're being transformed into a monster. By someone who has a standard process for this type of situation. Who's been doing this for likely quite a while. Possibly years. You don't know where you are, why you're here, where 'here' is, who put you here or-well- basically just about anything else.
Uh...yeah...by all logic you're gonna die here...
However going by that same logic you really should have died about five other times back at the fight so logic clearly isn't playing a huge part here.
Kay...slightly less helpful. Maybe let's just put the 'you're gonna die' logic off to the side for a minute and try to fill in some of the other details.
You woke up here, in this box, with a concussion and what looks like a weeks old scar. Weres have pretty accelerated healing. If you have the spots and the hearing and the sight and those damn claws then it would track that you'd have the healing factor too.
If she remembers right the healing factor in weres is usually around ten times that of an Angelus (and about thirty times that of a human). The wound looks weeks old but if that's accelerated it's probably no more than a day or two.
Admittedly losing a full day or two is bad but it's better than losing weeks. If she's been here for days then that complicates matters...on the other hand that also means she hasn't been here here-in the box here- all that time.
So where was she between the fight in the woods and here in the box?
That is something she does not know...but really, really needs to.
She settles back more, breathing slow and methodic. She purposefully relaxes herself more, tuning out everything but the sounds of her own breath. Her own heartbeat.
It's a meditative technique Luke talked them through when they were learning self-discipline and introspection. A way to soothe your mind and help you determine the root of an issue you're having. It always seemed kind of cheesy and new agey to her but she couldn't deny it'd been quite useful over the years. Especially when working through tough, complicated situations like problems with her parents, missteps in the field, why she was so dismissive of the boys hitting on her or why things seemed so odd, tense and exciting when training with some of the other girls (Spoiler alert: those last two were kinda connected.).
It's even helped her a few times during recovering after a concussion. She usually tried to avoid pushing herself so quickly as it could make it even worse but...well...'worse' is kind of a relative term at the moment:
Her memories go from a should be fatal fight in the woods to waking up in a metal box likely the result of some twisted supernatural experiment.
She doesn't really see a way to make this 'worse'.
She settled a bit more against the wall, breath coming slow and even, focusing on her heartbeat, feeling the cadence slow and ease to a relaxed, even rhythm. In her mind she pictures a hallway...a long dark hallway lined with doors. At the end of the hallways she sees glimpses of the fight. They're faded and muted, little more than shadows...nothing more than a marker to let her know she's going too far back.
Slowly she begins down the hallway, gaze slipping along the darkened path, senses primed for any glimpse between here and the end. It's silent...echoingly silent. She continues down the hall, footsteps silent, no sound but her muted footfalls and the sounds of her own breathing and hea-
She pauses, head cocking to the side at the barest hint of a sound...it's low, muffled...nearly silent...but she catches it. A faint beeping- the rhythm is familiar...it's a heart monitor. But where is i-
T-there...it's coming from that door.
She slowly creeps closer, the sound intensifying. Now mixed in with the monitor she hears other sounds. Clinking of instruments, the whir of ventilators, movement and an inaudible murmuring.
A faint whiff of an all too familiar sent hits her, slowing her steps: disinfectant, soap, alcohol and that odd, indefinable 'hospital' smell. A Medical unit.
Okay...admittedly expected but promising.
She presses closer to the door, the sounds clearing becoming more distinct. The beeping seems to be speeding up, it's no longer the smooth normal cadence. It's fast, jumpy, erratic. She hears shuffling and the crinkle of the paper like examination sheets and medical scrubs. The muddled murmurs are clearing as well. She can make out two maybe three separate voices...one seems near familiar though she can't place it...that's odd...why would she recognize a voice?
An old enemy...o-or someone from the fight?
Maybe...doesn't really feel like it though. She shifts closer, trying to place it, to glean more. The bulk of it is still indecipherable but she can pick up fractured snippets.
Damnit...It's not working...use more...that's the highest we can...it's not working! It's not working she's still seizing- still breathing! It's not taking damnit!
Too slow...too damn slow... too late...temp is off the charts-
Just use th-
I can't!It's too late for that- too fast...-oo far gone. It's not gonna work- no use, she's too strong, she's gonna shake it. We have to move- don't have the time she's gon-
Izzy startles out of her thoughts by a jarring, clanging sound just outside the door. Someone's at the door. She's on her feet instantly, blinking her eyes open.
Woah wh-
She blinks again, surprised that her vision doesn't seem nearly as intense as it had been...it's still brighter than it was when she first came to but not the glaringly bright it was. Her head tilts curiously, looking down, eyes landing on her hands. She again startles. The changes t-they're receding.
The claws look shorter, more like normal nails, she can still feel them but it's not like it was. The spots on her arms are lighter, less distinct, her arms look more normal.. A-and her clothes don't feel as constrictive as they had gotten to. It's not back to normal but it's better.
H-how is i...the meditation? That m-
Her thoughts are again cut off by movement from outside. There's a sliding sound from the door and suddenly the window cover is ripped away, a brilliant beam of light shooting in hitting her directly in the eyes. She gives a pained, startled growling hiss, hands going up on instinct, covering her still overly sensitive eyes.
Damn that hurts! Ooh...it's like the concussion is coming back tenfold. That is j-
She freezes, a sound cutting through the cacophony of clamor that's become little more than white noise to her. Something coming through clear and distinct...and very close.
A laugh.
It sounds almost familiar but she c-
"Well, well this is unexpected."
Every ounce of calm she achieved during her meditative exercise evaporates at that voice. She feels her muscles tense and coil, the fire licking back up inside her veins. The changes stop receding just as fast as they'd begun. She feels the claws lengthen, fist clenching. The prickle washes back over her skin- it's not as intense as it was last time, it almost just feels like a shiver.
She knows the changes are back...right now that's not really her chief concern.
Darcy Reinier.
The worst recruit she has ever had the misfortune of working with. The girl was conniving, arrogant, deceitful, a total sensationalist and casually cruel. How a Reinier- much less Commandant Asa Reinier's only daughter- could be such a snake she had no idea. The Reinier's family name is as respected and exalted as the Lightwood's...possibly even more so.
Most children of legacies put every effort into upholding there family name, living up to it, even improving it. Not Darcy. The girl just assumed having the 'Reinier' surname gave her a free pass; that she would be fast tracked and that the rules simply didn't apply to her...a theory she tested every chance she got.
She spent a year and a half in academy trying the patience of every other recruit, mentor, and instructor in her orbit. After one-or more like five- too many marks against her she was finally drummed out of the academy. Truthfully after everything she pulled she should have been banished entirely but being from a prominent family, and as her father WAS the chief medical officer for ADONIS- not to mention a setting member of the Council- she was merely shuffled off to some clerical type position there in hopes she wouldn't cause any more damage to the family reputation and her father could keep an eye on her. Hopefully steer her in the right direction.
No one had high hopes of it working but if anything it got her out of their hair.
When she left they literally threw a party- Alec even attended...hell Alec helped plan it. Understandable; girl was always trying to make a move on him. To a pushy, outright creepy degree. Izzy'd even heard one of the girls try to get her to back off by telling her Alec was gay-she doesn't think Katana even believed that, just figured it was an easy out for Alec. It didn't work. Darcy just laughed, saying that's fine, she always liked a challenge.
Ugh...
But Alec was Alec- way too moral and respectful to just flat out tell the girl she's trash and makes his skin crawl. Izzy wasn't; she told her many times...loudly...and emphatically. The only black mark she ever got was because of this...well this and telling the snake if she didn't back the hell off and stop talking to her brother like that she'd fix it so she couldn't talk at all. That did not go over well- particularly since at the time Izzy was technically supposed to be working as a mentor for the first year.
Yeah...didn't fly...though as everyone was already all too acquainted with Darcy Izzy really only ended up getting little more than a slap on the wrist. Even Asa himself had taken her aside and apologized, assuring her the mark wouldn't really affect her prospects or standing going forward.
Even the girl's own freaking father sided with Izzy there- tells you all you need to know about the woman...well almost all.
Man poor Asa.
Having a daughter who's a disappointment and an embarrassment is one thing...but an outright traitor?Actively working against her own people?
Damn...This would crush him.
Izzy took a deep breath, a low, reverberating growl slipping out. She stood up to her full height, lowering her arm, raising her eyes, totally forgoing the sting of the light. She meets those cold, pale blue eyes head on, taking in the smug, arrogant little smirk and the faintly amused expression.
Another growl slips out, this one deeper, louder, her fists clench, claws extended yet again.
Darcy chuckles, brow quirking.
"Hey Golden Girl, long time no see." she tilted her head, raising her hand, pointing, smirk tugging up a bit more at the corner.
"That's a bit of a different look...new haircut?"
Izzy was across the box in a blink, face right against the glass, slamming her fists against the metal door so hard it left a dent. Darcy cackled, smirk turning into a full on grin, clucking her tongue.
"Temper, temper...and here I thought you were catty before."
Izzy growled, baring her teeth. Her claws extend, pressing her palms against the door, head shifting.
"You repulsive, miserable traitor-"
Darcy quirked her brow.
"Traitor?"
"What did you do to me you conniving little b-"
Darcy gave a scoffing laugh, holding her hands up.
"Hey don't put this on me. I'm not the one who screwed up; that's all you Golden Girl. This isn't my accident. I'm not involved, just a looky loo taking in the show...and yeah, enjoying it immensely." She laughed again, shaking her head.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen. After all your holier than thou, best of the best, can do no wrong Golden Girl crap, look at you now. The Perfect Angelus Poster Girl reduced to some vile, snarling animal...
Gotta admit it does fit. You were always so temperamental and savage. At least now the outside matches the inside."
Izzy growled again, slamming her fists against the door.
"What the hell did you do?!"
She sneered.
"You really think I did this to you?"
Izzy took a deep, growling breath, head tilting to the side, a sharp disbelieving scoff slipping out right back.
"Yeah no...I know you didn't actually do it. Whatever it was took some amount of brains- you couldn't even make it through Supernatural Physiology 101 without rampant cheating and trying to bribe the freaking instructor. You're a washout, a cheat, a snake and a complete embarrassment to Angelus everywhere."
Darcy chuckled, brow quirking.
"If it was another Angelus saying that I might actually be offended. I don't really put much stock in the opinions of uncivilized monsters though. Might be a good burn if it came from an actual person."
Izzy gave a low, deep, reverberating growl.
"And whose fault is that?"
Darcy smirked.
"Yours."
Izzy scoffed.
"Why, because I called you out about creeping on dudes you have no chance in hell with?"
"Ha...cute. No this isn't about Alec...hmm...though now that I think about it poor guy's probably a nervous wreck right now. Might have to reach out, get in touch, offer a shoulder to cry on...or whatever else he wants from me to help him through."
Izzy fought off a disgusted sneer.
"Yeah Chancellor Kaylyak gave him everything he'd ever want from you when he kicked your ass out and banned you from ever returning to the grounds."
She chuckled, shrugging.
"Again I don't put much stock in the opinions of an uncivilized beast. I'll check in, I'm sure he'll appreciate it...wish me luck."
"Go to hell."
Darcy laughed.
"Nah- again that's all you...you'll fit right in with the rest of the demons, monsters and abominations."
Izzy scoffed, head tilting.
"I wouldn't be going myself- pretty sure there's a whole special section for wretched bastards who betray their own people."
Darcy quirked her brow.
"Betray my people? How do you figure I did that?"
"Are you kidding me? This is a new low even for you. I mean I knew you were wretched. You're a totally worthless, piece of trash and an absolutely irredeemable excuse for a person but even with everything else I genuinely thought you were at least better than this.
You're working against your own people! Working for some Shifty, shady supernatural something or other-some research lab or counter agency.
You're turning your own people into experiments!
For god's sake you have an Angelus locked in a metal box, taunting them. It's sick, disgusting."
She smirked, head tilting, cold blue eyes slipping over Izzy.
"Really, I do? That's odd...I don't see an Angelus. Are they hiding somewhere behind the supernatural mongrel?"
Izzy growled, the sound picking up turning into a near roar. From somewhere deep inside she feels a heat building. Like a fire it grows and spreads, licking through her veins. It's like before but not. It's less like a painful fire now, more like the heady, smooth burn of whisky. It's sharp and deep...not altogether unpleasant.
It kind of tingles, zipping across her skin like electricity. She feels her strength build with the fire, the fury. She lets out another roar, this one so loud she feels the walls of her cell reverberate.
Darcy raises an unimpressed eyebrow, head tilting.
"Not much of a counter argument there..." Darcy chuckles again, leaning closer to the window- so close, just out of reach.
That fussy blonde head tilts, smug little smirk tugging at her thin, haughty lips. She lifts her hand, tapping at the glass partition before pausing, head tilting the other way, eyes widening in an exaggeratedly contrite expression.
"Oh right sorry...forgot when you go to the zoo you're not supposed to tap on the glass; Riles up the animals."
Izzy roared again, slamming her fists into the door over and over. The metal pushes out buckling some.
Mmm...She can get through...just a bit more.
She felt her blood boil, vision slipping red, muscles flexing and coiling. Her claws extend, hands opening, digging the sharp, vicious points into the metal, feeling the pull and stretch...it feels good...powerful. They rend through the metal, gouging through solid steel. She feels an exciting little shiver at the sensation...feels unstoppable. They rip through the metal, gouging nearly half an inch into the solid steel...barely holds up to them...
That sniveling, smarmy snake would be nothing but a stain on the floor if she got through.
It would be so easy...so very easy.
She slams into the door again, feeling the door shake and shiver, claws screeching through the metal.
On the other side Darcy gives a loud, patronizing sigh, a disdainful, mocking expression crossing her sharp, cold features.
"Ugh...I just cannot talk to a hysterical creature." Darcy clucked her tongue, hand moving from the glass off to the side.
There was an odd, mechanical hissing sound from the speaker in the wall. A bizarre, sickly bile yellow mist starts seeping out, beginning to fill the room. Izzy snarled, vision brightening, slamming against the door again.
"What the hell are you doing y-"
"Just a little something to help you relax. On the plus side you actually made it through the first transformation. Admittedly with a fair bit more anger than usual but it is you so that's to be expected. That's the biggest hurdle- fortunately you passed. I know being the perfect little Golden Girl you're used to being doted and fawned on...surrounded by hangers on. We'll fix that though. Don't worry when you wake up you'll be in with your own kind..."
"What do you m-" Izzy began but trails off, body feeling suddenly heavy.
W-wha...
Oh...man...what the hell is th...
Izzy tries to scramble back but it's no use. There's nowhere to run...nowhere to hide. No escape. None.
The cloud of gas fills the room, seeping down, enveloping her. She tries holding her breath, holds it until she feels her lungs ache, head starting to spin. She gasps, unable to help it, feeling a tightness, a sharp burn. Her limbs get heavy. She feels woozy and lethargic.
Her legs give out, she stumbles, slipping down the back wall of the cell. Her head seems unbearably heavy, lolling to the side, no longer capable of staying up. Her vision swims, swirls and fades to nothingness.
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Darcy- The Dark One
Reinier- Wise Warrior
Asa Healer or doctor.
ADONIS- the Councils chief department for defense and research
A-Angelic
D-Division
O-Of
N- Neutralization
I-In
S-Supernaturals
( Cheesy and a stretch I know but I couldn't resist lol...)
Hi and happy Valentine's day! Sorry for the wait had a lot of things getting in my way lately...thinking they'll even out now (hoping they do) Also this story I have to be kind of in just the right mindset and I had a bit of a setback as I'd started writing got over 3k words done and realized it was going in a totally wrong direction and ended up having to scrap it and start over so...yeah...
In any case I really do like how this one ended up, hope you guys do too!
So one more down (Finally). And I know this story hasn't had a whole lot of Xanic...we'll get a little Xanic interlude next promise...As usual here's the update list:
A Start Of Something New (Verse 7)
The Guy/Demon In The Mirror (Verse 4)
Nosey Neighbors (Verse 9)
Love Bug (Verse 2)
Picture Perfect (Verse 8)
You Can't Go Home Again (Verse 1)
A Study In Chaos (Verse 6)
Death Was Just The Beginning (Verse 3)
Next up is V7 A Stat of Something New...
Yay! My favorite verse. I'm hoping to get started on it pretty quick (I'm off Monday and Wednesday so I'm hoping I can get new chapters up both those days...it might be a bit ambitious but that's the goal.)
So what do you guys think so far?
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