Snippet #1753279

Fletcher stepped out of the black sedan his gaze traveling to the impressive building, it was certainly not what he had expected. The large man who had driven the car got out and roughly gripped Fletcher by the shoulder guiding him roughly towards the building. There was a short pause at the door as above them a camera swiveled to take in their image moments later there was a soft click and a long buzz as the door was unlocked briefly for them to enter. The guard shoved him forward into the white washed hall, he stumbled the two large duffle bags he carried swinging wildly at his sides. As Fletcher regained his balance he heard the resounding sound of a deadbolt sliding into place. The only thing he coiuld think was, Trapped.

He gasped for air as the guard turned to the reception to check which room the subject belonged in "32" cam the automated voice from behind the counter he sank down between his bags trying to stop the panic attack he could feel lingering in the edges of his consciousness. His breath came in ragged gasps as his mind began to wander away, he could feel his body beginning to tremble violently and could taste the blood in his mouth from his shifting teeth. The guard turned back to see the hollows of Fletcher's eyes become more pronounced their luminous gold beginning to swirl in with his normal violet creating a strange molten look.
"Sedation!!"The guard hollered slamming his hand down on a button by the reception desk window, deep within the building alarms began to sound as guards and doctors streamed from one of the rooms down the corridor "I NEED SEDATION NOW!!!" He bellowed seeing Fletcher's deteriorating state.
" It won't help, I can't be sedated... " he said his voice trembling with effort "which room is mine?" said Fletcher managing to hold himself together. The guard wasn't paying attention. Fletcher turned his half human half feline features on the guard and locked eye contact with him, "which room is mine?!" he said pronouncing each word slowly and evenly, there was authority in his voice now a tone that said he was not to be messed with.
The guard pointed down the hall, "last room on the left" there was fear and intimidation in his voice and posture. Without a backward glance Fletcher bolted down the hallway his bags in hand and was in his new room in 4 seconds flat.

Slamming the door shut, he dropped his bags moving into a clear corner of his room and curled himself into the tightest ball he could. He wished with all his heart for Andrina's calming touch for her love and support. His breath began to slow but the black spots in his vision only grew larger until his world fell to darkness.