Scene 30
Normal POV
At the Facility…
The tall, brown fox sat on the wooden chair, staring at the wall. His hands were in his lap, he just had on his black army pants, and a long white t-shirt. His mind was elsewhere, just thinking.
"What is he doing?" asked one of Dr. Coopers assistant as he looked at the screen. The doctor looked at him with his grey eyes and replied, "Thinking."
"About what?" his assistant asked.
"About his life, what he has done." Replied Dr. Cooper.
The assistant nodded and left the doctor to look at Marshall. Cooper sat down in a leather, swivel chair, he drank some of his coffee and rested his feet on the control board.
Meanwhile, the brown fox looked at his hands. They were clean, but inside his mind they were bloody and hurt.
His hands were covered in blood, he had scratches on the knuckles and palm. His fur on his hand were yanked out, revealing some skin. He never saw his own skin before. He looked at it closer and saw that it was dark brown, like his fur.
He then looked at his arms, they were bloody and bandaged, like he was in a struggle. He then looked at his wrists, they were slit, and the cuts were deep. But he noticed something on his right wrist. Just under the cut, there was a tattoo of a camera.
He blinked and just like that, he was clean. But the images of his arms and hands were seared into his brain. He got up and looked around the room. It started spinning, and he felt dizzy. He held his head in pain as it felt as if someone took a mallet and hit him.
He stumbled to the restroom in his room and opened the door. He fell onto the concrete floor and now his stomach was hurting. He started to get chills up and down his back. His teeth began to chatter as he whimpered quietly.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed as he suddenly came down with crippling pain.
His muscles then cramped and his teeth started to come down with unbelievable pain. It then felt like his chest was getting cut open, he curled into fetal position and began crying…
1 hour later…
"Ah!"
He woke up with a loud gasp.
He breathed deeply and got up on his knees. He looked around him and saw he was in a pool of his vomit. His shirt was stained and pants had a certain odor to them. He stood up and went to the sink.
He washed his face with cold water and looked in the mirror.
"What the f-f-fuck!?" he said. He then covered his mouth, he has never cursed on purpose on before.
His reflection was terrifying.
His whiskers were longer and messed up, his ears were pointier, his fur was much darker, his eyes were bloodshot and his eye color had hints of red in it.
His muscles were larger and more toned; his teeth had sharp fangs in them. He looked at his hands and they had sharp claws in them.
"What the hell am I?" he asked himself.
He turned the sink on and splashed his face with cold water. He looked back at the mirror and he was normal again.
His ears were back to the roundish way they are, his teeth were normal, his muscles were smaller and his eyes were back to their regular hazel color.
He stumbled out the restroom and went to the wooden chair he was sitting at before.
"What the hell was that…" he asked himself. He closed his eyes and began to think.
"What did I get myself into? Why am I here? What did I do to get into this business? What did I deserve to do all his stuff? I never thought I would have to kill in my life! But now it's a living…" he thought.
"Daddy. What are you doing?" a little voice sounded. It sounded like a little girl.
He looked straight ahead in front of him and saw a silhouette of a little girl who appeared to be about 5 years old.
Marshall rubbed his eyes and looked at her. He soon noticed the walls of his room looked like a living room.
"Huh?" he said confused.
"Come on daddy, you said you were going to play with me!" said the little girl.
"What the hell?" said Dr. Cooper as he looked at the screen.
"Who is he talking to?" he asked.
"Who are you?" asked Marshall.
"Don't you recognize me? Im your daughter!" she said with a slight giggle.
"Come on honey, daddy Is tired." Said a voice, it was woman.
Another silhouette of a woman came into view. She took he hand of the little girl and they walked away. The little girl waved by as they disappeared like ghosts.
Whats going on!" yelled Marshall.
"Answer me!" he screamed. The walls of his room turned to normal as he got angrier.
His eyes turned red as he picked up the wooden chair and their it at the wall, shattering the chair into many pieces.
He charged he door and pounded on it.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING!?" he yelled.
"IS THAT SOME STUPID HOLOGRAM CRAP!" he screamed as he pounded on it but got no answer.
He went to the bathroom and got the lid off the back of the toilet. He carried it to the steel door in his room and shattered it against it.
"ANSWER ME!" he yelled.
BASH!
The door flew open and came in two men and Dr. Cooper.
"Hold him down!" he ordered.
The men then tackled Marshall and pinned him down.
"Let me go!" he yelled.
Dr. Cooper pulled out a syringe and said, "Shut up! You need to relax!"
He put the syringe in his neck and injected the fluid in it.
Marshall stopped moving and his eyes widened…
His hearing dropped to a small whistle like noise and everything became blurry.
The men got off him and left…