I will be updating this story much slower as it is not my main priority
I get up and see the trail of blood that was made from me being dragged by the other wīndigöm. I follow it back to camp where I see Joe packing up with a strange man. The spot me and start screaming bloody murder, I chase after them but am quickly brought to realization that I am a monster. I back off and feel the wind blow across my skin. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I turn around and head back to camp.
Once I arrive back a t camp I am greeted by 25 men in armor waiting for me. They shoot me with some type of sedative drug that knocks me out. I come to, by the feeling of my body being dragged across the forst floor. I see men all around me watching my every move
"this little bastard tried to compromise the entire pick in operation. Because of that we will have to bring him to foundation to have him checked out." The man wearing all black with purplish blue eyes said while giving me a death glare. I hear him mutter " this one is different"
I wake up in some sort of cargo hold, we are flying very high as I can sense the presence of the familiar pressure. It was about 2 days science they took me from Joe. I have missed him ever since. The cold damp cargo hold was confining so I walk over to the wall and start scratching. Soon after footsteps can be heard running down to my confinement zone.
"Stop, or we will use force" one of the soldiers yells to me. I notice they are wearing the uniforms of the Belionix Archipeliago Army. I walk over to where I was stifling and lay down. The cold metal door is heard slammed closed. I stroll over to it and lodge a large crate infront of it. 5 minutes later I have scratched a little hole into the side of the fuselage, the man is trying his hardest to open the door but receives no luck.