I came to slowly, feeling like I'd been hit by a bus. My head throbbed painfully with every heart beat. Considering how rough the rest of me felt, I decided to be grateful that at least the constant thumping meant I was still alive.

I knew II really should open my eyes and work out where I was, and how serious a situation I had gotten myself into this time. But I was having trouble finding the motivation to do so.

Instead I opted for starting small, wiggling my toes and feeling the sting of pins and needles start up at the movement. Ok, so now I knew I'd been here a while.

I worked my way up. It didn't take me long to figure out that I was on some sort of chair, and that my feet were tied firmly to its legs.

My hands were tied, just as firmly, behind the back of the chair. My arms were jammed painfully against the sides of the back rest. I moved my hands and fingers around as much as the restraints would allow. Another wave of pins and needles assaulted me and I winced as I slowly loosened the stiffened joints. I reminded myself that it was a good sign, and that I'd be in a much better position to get free once I had full use of my numbed hands and feet.

Finally I slowly lifted my head from where it was slumped to my chest. My neck made a sickening cracking noise and the thumping in my head increased to the point where I felt like I might throw up.

I briefly considered giving up and letting myself fall back into unconsciousness, but I knew that I couldn't afford to do that. Even if I couldn't yet figure out why.

At last I opened my eyes, hoping for a clue as to where I was, and how I had gotten here.

The room was, thankfully, not very bright. It was lit by sunlight that was filtering in through the trees outside. I still had to take a few moments before my eyes managed to come into focus properly.

I moved my neck side to side gently, trying to ease the pain. Instead it sent a wave of pain through me that once again had me fighting to avoid throwing up. The pain did at least trigger a memory of being struck on the back of the head. That was one piece of the puzzle.

I turned my attention to the room around me. I was sitting in the middle of some sort of old building which was, judging by the trees, somewhere in the woods. Whatever its original purpose had been it had definitely seen better days.

I could see two windows, one to either side of me, and both had been broken. The doorway was in front of me, but the door itself lay on the floor off to the side.

The remainder of the contents of the room consisted of several more chairs, in various states degrees of brokenness, an old desk and a blackboard. A classroom perhaps? Why would there be a classroom in the woods?

I wished my rattled brain would hurry up and get in order.

Stanford. I was at Stanford…or at least I had been. Still didn't exactly answer why there would be an old abandoned classroom in the woods…

I was still trying to figure it out when the sounds of voices drifted in through the trees.

I went still, straining to hear the voices through the continued pounding in my head. Trying to work out if it was help on the way…or more pain.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" A female voice reached me first. It was followed by a low male voice that I couldn't hear properly. "Well, maybe it's not here anymore?" I realised I knew that voice, and I was about to call out when the male's voice reached me again, more clearly this time.

"There it is. See, I told you so." Oh no. I recognised that voice too. It was a voice I knew all too well, and it definitely should not be coming from out there.

"Ah crap…" I muttered to myself quietly, "Not again."

I looked down to check that I was definitely here and in one piece. Then I looked up, and watched myself walk into the room, with Emily close behind.

We were wrong. It was definitely not a werewolf.

He saw me looking at him in shock, and gave me a cold grin. "Sam, how nice of you to join us."

Emily's face moved from shock to confusion to fear before she spun around and tried to flee the cabin and the man standing next to her.

She barely made it five steps before the monster wearing my face caught her roughly by the arm.

"No!" She cried out and the fear in her voice sent a rush of adrenaline through me that finally cleared the confusion in my head. I started to fight the ropes that bound me to the chair.

"Let go of me!" Emily shouted, continuing to fight the monster who was dragging her back towards the doorway.

The monster just gave a cold laugh, suddenly sounding nothing like me, and yanked her arm towards him with enough force to pull her off feet. He tight grip on her arm was the only thing that kept her from going face first into the dirt.

She screamed in pain, feet scrabbling for purchase as he dragged her along.

I could feel the ropes cutting into my wrists as I fought to get free. I was going to rip him limb from limb. "Let her go you monster." I growled at him.

He practically tossed her towards the back corner of the room before spinning to face me, fury etched onto his face.

"Monster!" He screamed at me, "That's all you people think of me as! Monster or Freak!"

He spun to face Emily, who cowered deeper into the corner, cradling her arm as tears poured silently down her face. "It's your fault!"

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