The first thing I realized was that I was in a car. I was playing sleepy and trying to find out as much as I could about my surroundings. With a little movement, I discovered that I didn't have an IV line attached but the cannula was still in my neck. There were other victims or targets in the car. Suddenly, someone grabbed my eyelid and flashed a light in my eyes. " Hey, this one's awake." the man said. Another man said, " Leave it alone, it's not going anywhere." I started to gather my rage and I started to get ready.
Adam started to wake up, the last thing he remembered was having a silver netting with aconitum shot at him and then several tranquilizer darts. At least five hits, Adam thought. What had awakened him to such fury? Not his own rage but someone in this car was really pissed off. He could smell it. Clearly. Then he realized there were four of them here, he smelled Bran and Samuel but then this wasn't Mercy and it wasn't Samuel. It took Adam a moment to realize that the rage he smelled was Mimi's. Mimi was awake and was really pissed off. So furious that she'd probably maul anyone who got in her way. Soon, however, the truck stopped and the doors were opened they were carried one by one into the ship to some sort of hospital ward where they were lifted onto beds. While they were being lifted, their chains were tied together in front of them, and after the transfer they were reattached to the floor just so their hands could be on the bed, but the chains gave little else. Bran and Samuel were still unconscious when they were transferred to the bed. Bran came to one side of Adam and Samuel came to the window. On Adam's other side, the bed was still empty.
The men untied my stretcher and went to carry me. I pushed myself off and hit, the first man, which was the closest. Blood splattered. Several hands grabbed me and pushed me back onto the stretcher. I felt someone searching for my cannula. I dropped it on the floor. At least I had managed to tear it off. Someone had stuck an injection into my muscle and it stung. The men held on to me long enough for the medicine to take effect and I could do no more damage. They tied me to a stretcher and began to carry me on board.
Eventually, we came to some sort of hospital ward and I found I had roommates. Men. One of the men was awake. His dark eyes were looking at me from between long, thick lashes and his expression was one of fury, but also a little surprise. I fought with all the medicine I could get, even bit one of the men until blood spurted. The men lifted me onto the hospital bed and tied me up with metal shackles, they were tight. It would have been easier to get out of the restraints but I took it as a challenge. Once the men had tied me up, they left. "Did you know that you're only hurting yourself for no reason with all that racket?" The man said quietly. His voice was low, soothing, and dark. I said, "I'll fight you as long as I can and a little longer, you never know when you might win." I replied and concentrated on trying to get the shackles off. " You just have to get your wrists open, please don't bother they are too tight." The man said matter-of-factly. " You must be Mimi, right? Aren't you? Nick and Elias have told me a lot about you." The man said. "Then who are you?" I asked. The man smiled and said, "Adam Hauptmann Chicago's Alpha and one of your saviors, it didn't go quite as planned though." The man said. the man's eyes turned golden yellow and he added. "A werewolf like those two others." We had no time to discuss this further when the doctor entered the room.
This fucking familiar. He said "I am Dr Morrison and you are my targets. This ship will be stopping all over the world, and I will rent your bodies to any willing payer." He looked coldly at me. "You, you will be my masterpiece. When I have finished with you then I will have my fortune, because I can guarantee that you will be studied." I had no idea what the doctor was talking about and I didn't even want to find out. "Let's get started then." The man said and I could feel the ship already in motion. He came over to me and re-cannulated me, took an ampoule from his jacket pocket and drew some light blue substance into the syringe, looked at me, and drew some more. "I think this will keep you nice and calm." He said, pushing the syringe into the cannula and pressing the plunger. I could feel my head fogging up, the darkness threatening to take over. He moved over to Adam and cannulated him too and gave him another shot, only to see Adam's eyes roll back in his head, he groaned and lapsed into sleep. He also gave two other men a similar injection and eventually came to me. "Well, aren't you persistent? Fine then." He now had a pink substance and drew it into the syringe and stuck it into my cannula. I blacked out.
Adam woke up, groggy and sore as if he'd been in a fight. He was no longer in chains and he noticed that Bran and Samuel were eating at the table. Adam stood up and asked, " What is this all about?" Samuel said wearily. " We have some kind of remote-controlled implants or something that stuns instantly, as long as we behave we can stay awake and even eat, no drugs in our food. "Bran said " Now we have to watch and learn how and when we can escape. You were in some operation, they only brought you in half an hour ago. Mimi hasn't been seen the whole time we've been awake, that is," Bran glanced at the clock, " Three hours." Adam said "Mimi was furious in the car, the rage even tasted in the air. She's not going to behave."
Bran said, " We have to convince her to behave if we want to escape, it's bad to run away unconscious." Samuel cursed. "Damn if they'd let us be conscious if they're taking us somewhere, but I heard the men talking about how you always have to be unconscious when you're taken for a procedure. They use Aconitum and silver on top of the medicine and that drains our strength too." Bran added sourly " I can't get in touch with anyone, so are there witches on board or have I had enough silver stuffed into me that the Marrok power doesn't work."
Dr. Morrisey was pleased. Preliminary tests showed that the target omega was compatible with all three donors. He decided at that point that he would make a serum from all three combined, not just one. The serum was actually quite simple. The retrovirus would contain the werewolf genes and the reverse virus would release them throughout the body. First, the immune defenses of the target would have to be run down and before that could be done reliably, it would have to be studied. How to remove it. Because the subject had eight genes that reacted and mated in some way with the werewolf genes, he would create the world's first artificial werewolf. Dr. Morrisey had been hunting for these genes ever since his daughter was turned into a werewolf against her will.
He had tried to reverse the process but in the process killed his daughter. It wasn't actually his daughter anymore, she was a beast and it was a good thing she died. These eight genes would cause a cascade reaction that would transform every cell of the target. The change would be permanent and, according to computer theory, the target should survive it. Together with Dr. Kendrick, they would program this new werewolf to be the ultimate killer, which would drag the werewolves' reputation into the dirt and make people realize what a threat werewolves actually were. He would also allow everyone to study this object and perform medical experiments and procedures on it because Dr. Morrisey saw werewolves as animals. The best result would be if he could get the werewolf to make organs for humans, for example. There are many very rich and very sick people on earth who would pay a fortune for a new heart.
Adam took a shower and then joined the others for dinner. The food was unsalted but nutritious and Adam knew he needed all the calories he could get. The metabolism of a werewolf is almost double that of a human and calorie needs are accordingly. After two hours the door opened and they brought Mimi into the room in her bed, she was asleep. The two nurses adjusted the bed, while two nurses stood in the doorway with two visible pockets ready to push a button if any of the men moved. Eventually all the nurses left and there was a metallic clang as Mimi's shackles opened with some kind of remote control.
Adam took his first good look at Mimi. Her face was gaunt, her eyelids almost transparent, her skin was silky, her blonde hair was almost in a tangle over her shoulders, and there were clear dark circles around her eyes. Even when she slept, Mimi looked exhausted. Samuel came in and opened the blanket. Mimi was wearing nothing but a patient's gown and had thick bandages on her arms and legs. Samuel looked under the gown and noticed the lines of stitches, of which there were several. This girl had been dissected. Some of the wounds were older and no longer had stitches. Samuel gently felt all over the girl.
"She probably had bone marrow taken, tissue samples from at least her liver, pancreas, spleen, possibly her intestines, and even her heart. She is morbidly underweight, probably skeletally fragile and I don't see how this creature could have done such damage. "
"Her metabolism seems to be more accelerated than a normal human's, I don't know if that's why no medicine will last then" Adam mused.
" She's also hypothermic, so she should get some clothes on as soon as she wakes up and luckily there's a coffee machine so we can drink her, even hot coffee" Samuel continued.
Bran said, "You're in the doctor's mood again, let's wait for her to wake up and if we can calm her down a bit, so she doesn't fight with everyone all the time it might be healthier for her too."
I woke up to the sound of someone feeling me up. I was still because this was not one of the researchers. I listened as the men's voices discussed my condition and about what they needed to do for me. I worked silently and efficiently and was out of all cannulas and drip tubes in less than a minute. I had discovered that I was not tied down. "'This is your own funeral.'" I thought gloomily.
Adam said " She's awake and already unhooked all the tubes. You might as well open your eyes and come in here and get something to eat" Adam said in a louder voice. " Fine," I muttered and crawled up. Fucking stitches. For a moment I considered ripping them off but they were in such a spot that I had a hunch I might regret it afterwards. I sat on the edge of the bed for a while and then carefully stood up, not dizzy, excellent. Wearing nothing but my patient gown, I walked over to the table to sit down and looked at each man. Adam was awake and was an even more stunning revelation. He was impressive, strong, and very handsome. I thought that under other circumstances if a man looking like that spoke to me, I'd probably be red as a crab. Next to Adam was a blond surfer type, not quite a veterinarian Chris Brown look-alike but close. But I somehow got a distinct impression that the surfer outfit was just a disguise. The third guy was the tallest. He had bright green eyes, and he was more ordinary looking but for some reason, I wanted to make this guy smile. All the men exuded strength, instinct, confidence, and a sense of deception. Especially Adam.
I took one of the sandwiches and ate a bite of it, dry. Yikes. I put the sandwich back on the table. I wasn't hungry now and I felt somehow naked and bare under the scrutinizing eyes of the men. Samuel said, " You have to eat, really, go ahead." I said, " I'm not hungry." Adam looked at me for a while and said in his quiet, dangerous voice. "I can always feed you," I replied in what I hoped was a confident voice. "I'll wash up first and get dressed, then see if I get a taste." Samuel said " Those stitches in your stomach you won't go anywhere for a wash or you'll pass out from the pain when the water hits those. We will help you wash and wash your hair and then you will get dressed and then you will eat and eat well." I didn't feel like fighting, I said " Fine, let's go then." and I started walking towards the shower room, Adam said, " The shower's this way."
I sheepishly went to the right place and sat down on the toilet seat. Adam came and without further ado snatched the patient gown off my head. Samuel took the bandages off my legs and arms, there were big, wide, fucking sore bruises. I gasped in pain. " Sorry, I'm trying to be gentle, but they've badly bruised you," Samuel remarked. Finally, he got all the bandages off. Adam brushed my hair and started washing it. Bran and Samuel wet the towels and started to wipe me very gently. Bran's eyes were almost black and his expression was tight. Samuel said, " Excuse da, he doesn't really like women being treated like this."
The washing felt heavenly. I didn't even realize how much my hair had grown when Adam finally braided it. The braid reached my shoulder blades Samuel and Bran wrapped me in a towel, and Adam went through the cupboards to find me some clothes.
After putting on what felt like a hundred items of clothing, there were at least two of everything and because I was so thin even my trousers had to be tied with a loose string to keep them on, the men led me to dinner. Adam asked " Do you drink coffee?", "mmm mmh, "I said affirmatively and walked over to the table to see what I could eat. Samuel went to make some coffee and Adam pushed me to sit at the table. I had a glass of milk and one sandwich with a couple of slices of ham and a leaf of lettuce on top. I ate the sandwich slowly and drank my milk, which was non-fat but it went down well. "How do you take your coffee?" Samuel asked, " Cream and sugar?" He continued. I said, " Actually, aspartame-based sweetener and milk." Samuel came up to me and said clipped. "'Cream and sugar it is then and don't even think of continuing on that line of eating. Da, Adam look at that one eat almost a thousand calories and drink a juice or something with more calories in it than in that fucking water milk." Adam and Bran got to work as instructed and started cramming more sandwiches, some meat, probably some kind of creamed potatoes and an orange juice can in front of me.
Bran said, " Start eating." I said, "I can't get all that down, I'm not hungry." I sipped some orange juice and coffee that Samuel had brought. Samuel put the food in front of me in order. First, there was a huge steak that was dripping with fat. I looked at the steak and bravely took a fork and knife and cut a small piece and chewed long and hard before swallowing. Adam got fed up and came closer. He took the fork and knife and cut the steak into pieces. Then he started to feed. As I tried to get up from the table. Adam scooped me up in his arms and held me with one hand and fed me with the other. I finished the whole steak. Bran and Samuel had already chopped up the next meal. I don't know how many plates Adam force-fed me but eventually, he said. " Now you have a full stomach."
The cunning one had kept his hand on my stomach the whole time and knew when it was full. I thought at least I had coffee and orange juice because I felt like I had drunk at least a liter of both. We moved to the sofa to sit and I was allowed to sit by myself. Adam said, " Maybe next time you'd actually like to eat by yourself, not that I can feed you." I didn't say anything. Then I heard footsteps approaching and got ready for action. I quickly looked at the possible weapons and made a plan. Before I could even tense my muscles I was back in Adam's arms, who had captured my wrist effortlessly in one of his hands and his other hand held my body tightly in place. Bran said " It does you and us no good to attack everyone. They'll just stun you and keep you medicated all the time, is that what you want?" I replied in a low agitated voice. "Let me go, I'll take any escape I can get," Adam said soothingly in my ear. " Calm down, we're in the middle of the ocean. Even if you can escape from this room, how do you think you're going to get away? Maybe you're going to rob a lifeboat and row away. No, the escape has to be planned and thought out. What you need to do now is to be calm and get to know your surroundings. "
The door opened and a group of people entered. 6 guards with tranquilizer guns and web-throwers at the ready spread out on either side of the door and pointed their weapons at us. Three cleaners or kitchen staff came with carts and collected all the dirty dishes and changed the clean coffee pot. Then this doctor came. "'Oh, can you keep the wild beast under control?" He asked Adam, who was remarkably calm and almost looked like it wouldn't even take much force to hold me down. Bran and Samuel were similarly half-indifferent, almost bored.
"'Excellent, excellent, now you can get to know each other for a few days, the chef will come and talk to you somewhere in between." The doctor approached me and Adam. He looked directly at me. " You'll get a little treatment here one day like the rest of you. No point in even trying to escape. You won't get far." He came up beside me and took a syringe with a needle from his pocket. He removed the needle cover and jabbed it into my shoulder. "Just in case you decide to let go of your grip. " The man said. Samuel stood up and the man backed away a few steps. He took from his pocket some sort of device with green tape on it. He pressed the button and suddenly Samuel fell unconscious to the ground. "As you can see, you have now been fitted with anesthetic implants, I won't tell you where but I can tell you that you can't get them out and you can't even find them. I and several of my colleagues have controls for your implants. One false move and you are asleep." The man continued coldly. At the same time, three nurses lifted Samuel onto his bed and tied him down with metal handcuffs.
The medicine the doctor injected into me began to take effect and my head began to fall on Adam's shoulder.
The doctor watched for a while while the target omega was sufficiently sedated before he pressed the other two controls. The unconscious men were lifted onto their beds and strapped down as was the Target omega. One by one, the nurses took the men and woman out of the room for the procedure. They knew their lives were cheap if they ever spoke of this ship or these guys. Most of the men who had been in these transfers and captures had been shot, those who had been spared had fallen victim to the ruthless Dr. Kendrick's brainwashing, and there was usually no survivor.