The sharp smell of antiseptic. The cold table against my skin. All reminders of where I had come from. Something that I wanted to forget.
I struggled to open my eyes, to move, but to no avail. The cold, metal table rested against my stomach, showing that this was the position that I was laying in. My back ached, but not as much as it had earlier. Guess my healing power had taken care of the burns, but that didn't stop it from hurting. I stop struggling, knowing that it would only be a waste of time and energy. Instead, I listen to the faint voices I hadn't heard until now.
"Will she be alright?" a kind man's voice asked. The was a sound of something clicking and then the rolling of wheels. A few moments later, I felt a warm, gentle hand on my back. I would have flinched it I could have, bad experiences with people touching me flooding through my mind.
"She should be fine. Like Logan, she holds the power of self-healing. There is something strange through. Her mind is blocked. I can't get a good reading off of it. And what I have been able to get, it is like it's in a different language or something. I've never experienced something like this with a mutant before," came a slightly distressed woman's voice.
Another click and the rolling of wheels sounded. "I wouldn't stress about it, Jean. I will take a look though," the man's voice sounded again.
I didn't feel anything at first, wondering what in the world they were talking about. Then a slight pressure in my head, like something or someone was entering it. I was powerless to stop it, but I was still curious. Guess that just came the genes. The sensation didn't hurt, didn't bother me. I wait patiently, withdrawing into my own mind.
Whispers and voices filled my head. Something about not worrying, that I was safe. I snorted in my thoughts. Safe in a lab? Yeah right. Like that would ever happen. The pressure continued, searching for...something. My memories? Who I was?
I spoke to the voice in my native tongue. There was a sense of confusion and misunderstanding. I repeated myself, then realized that there was no point. I didn't want to speak in the human tongue. I wasn't ready for that. Maybe later when I actually trusted these people, whoever they were.
The pressure withdrew after a few more minutes, and a sigh followed shortly after.
"You're right, Jean. She is different. Her thoughts were repressed and locked away. Blocks surrounded many parts of her mind. Her language is not one that I am familiar with at all, though it sounds like a mixture of Russian, Latin, and, this is going to sound weird, but it also sounded like growls and whimpers. She knows much, that I am sure of. I guess that we will just have to wait and see," the man said.
"Thank you Professor," the woman, Jean, said. "I'll call if I have any more troubles."
There was another click and I allowed the warm darkness to fall over me once more.
Waking up again. A large racket. Things falling over. A cry of pain, and then gasping and coughing. Something shoving its way through the area before disappearing. Darkness taking over once more.
I give a heavy breath and shift on the table, my back no longer aching. I stay in peaceful mode, listening to the hum of machines and everything else. I didn't know how much time had passed and I didn't really care. Not really at least. I shift again to get comfortable before freezing.
Footsteps.
I don't move, pretending to still be asleep. A small sigh of disappointment and fingers trailing across my back, feeling the smooth skin that was now there. The scribbling of a pen against paper. Was someone taking notes? I hoped not. Memories started to slowly resurface and that made me want to start panicking, but I kept myself in check.
These people weren't like that. They weren't like the scientists that had poked and prodded me. That had been harsh and unkind...
My thoughts were broken off as I felt my arm being lifted. Something cold touched my skin, something cold and wet. I tense up, muscles rolling and coiling under my skin. I had a feeling on what was coming next. I was right. A cold, sharp needle started to slide into my arm. That's when I lost it.
My eyes shot open and a growl ripped up through my throat. A woman with long red hair stood above me, needle in hand. I leap back, away from her, and onto the floor. I was on all fours now, lips pulled up to show my teeth. Yeah, like that was going to scare the woman. Plain, flat boring human teeth.
The woman started to move slowly towards me, causing me to growl even louder, backing up as she came closer.
"It's ok, you're all right. Nobody is going to hurt you," she said. The voice was familiar, but I didn't worry about connecting it to a person at the moment. Instead, I just followed my instincts. I freeze when I heard more footsteps.
I had backed all the way into the farthest corner, the woman still coming closer. Two people stand behind her, but my eyesight was going red. I couldn't make out who they were. Something snaps and I give a yelp of pain. Everyone's eyes locked onto me. I was startled and scared and confused. Until I realized what was happening.
My auburn hair was streaked with white, which was getting wider at every second. Muscles reshaped themselves, forming into stronger, more powerful muscles. Teeth lengthening and sharpening. My growl becoming more vicious, more animal-like. My face started to expand and push outwards. White patches covered my skin. I was growing more powerful, senses sharpening. Legs lengthening and claws forming. I collapse to the ground, shaking and heaving as my form continues to change.
I heard a faint, "Get back!" I snarl loudly at the voice, standing up now that I had all four feet planted firmly on the ground. My hackles raised and I looked over to the side at a medicine cabinet. A pure white wolf looked back at me, icy blue eyes glowing with rage and fear. I smile inwardly. Finally!
I was back in my natural form at last.