There was blood in the air. Sin could taste it.
She opened up one eye, then the other, quietly flicking her tongue in and out, in and out. It smelled fresh, even through the thick doors of her cell. The girl lazily straightened herself out, stretching every limb before standing up. This was one of the few pleasures her captors allowed, at least: even prisoners should be given the luxury of a somewhat-comfortable sleep. She rolled her head around her neck, breaking any kinks that may have formed as she slept.
Even in the dim light of her cell, Sin could see the scales on her arms and hands; the mark of the freak, the outcast. There was no way that she could go back to the others looking like that. Even if she managed to escape somehow, if they put a bounty on her head, the others would definitely take the money over her, especially for a test subject. They'd do anything for a quick buck... she thought to herself as her tongue darted out again and again.
"Code 4, Code 4, Code 4. Subject Ursine has escaped prison block-4, and is heading towards other cell blocks. Non lethal rounds onl-" Quickly the announcer was cut off by the sound of metal bending, breaking, and screams of other scientists. In the background, right before the intercom cut out, the huge, blood curdling cry of an angry bear rang through the intercom. In the very next moment, the lights to Sin's cell shut off completely, leaving her in complete darkness.
Fantastic... she smirked to herself as she tastes something else in the air now--not just blood, but some sort of musk... Definitely nothing she's ever smelled before.
And then the thump thump thump of something huge heading toward her cell, followed by the sound of metal being torn apart. With a yelp, Sin leapt back toward the furthest corner of the room, waiting for whatever was roaming the halls to pass and hopefully not see her--
The scraping sound grew louder and louder until a roar shook the cell. Sin closed her eyes and covered her ears, not wanting to see what this thing could do. A grating sound pierced into her skull for a brief second and then the thumping moved onward, deeper into the facility.
She opened her eyes and tasted the air once again. There was still the scent of blood, but somehow more overpowering than before. Sin could make out in the darkness something... off about the door to her cell. Whatever had run by only moments before left huge gashes in the metal. Carefully, ever-so-cautiously, the girl squeezed her head through the hole, taking care not to cut herself on the jagged edges. A quick flick of the tongue in one direction, another flick in the other--there was no one coming. The scent of blood still lingered on, though, and she wondered whether something would come for her.
With a bit of struggle, Sin managed to squeeze through the opening with minimal injuries. A few scratches on her scaly hands, but nothing too drastic otherwise. She cracked her neck to one side, then the other, before sprinting down the hallway away from the musky smell of whatever inadvertently freed her from her prison. As much as she wanted to thank whoever it was that allowed her to escape, she thought it would be better to leave the facility before she could be recaptured.
She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Just like the good days... she thought to herself. She could almost hear the crowds around her, screaming for the guards to capture her and take her away to get what she deserved--rather fitting that she remembered this freedom as she attempted to escape from a prison... no, something worse than that. Here, she was no prisoner: Sin was condemned.
A door at the end of the hall. Sin sighed in relief until she stepped in something wet. She flicked her tongue once more and the scent of blood overpowered her once again. She felt dizzy--No, I have to keep going! I'm so close! Despite the bodies around her and the pools of blood at her feet, Sin stumbled toward the door and pushed it open.
The light blinded her at first--she didn't remember the outside looking this bright. As soon as she regained her composure, Sin ran off into the forest as fast as her legs could carry her. Her chest was burning, her heart was ready to burst from her body, but as long as she could keep running away from that musk, she would be free, and that's all that mattered in this moment.
After running for a while, Sin came across a clearing where two people stood over a mauled corpse on the ground. One of them, a male, was covered in blood; Sin could taste something feral about him with a few flicks of her tongue. The other, however, was quiet. Unsure of what to do, the girl slunk into a bush and watched them, hoping that they did not see her...