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Dr. Carl Abrams

"I only want to help you..."

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a character in “Shifter's Rising”, as played by Royalburden

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Fullname(Nickname): Dr. Carl Abrams
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Age: 34
Rank: Scientist, a genetics specialist
Species: Wolverine

Strengths and Weaknesses: Spending much of his time in the lab he doesn't often get out in his animal form and doesn't make a huge habit of it. His animal form, though small is a ferocious hunter and has been known to be able to take down deer. He really doesn't do this much though and would much readily call a guard for issues regarding a full on fight.
Personality: Calculative, he's loyal to his duties and will do what it takes to fulfill them. He's very deceptive and often takes on the appearance of being kind and supportive.
History: He's graduated top of his class in genetics and has took on several degrees that support is massive bound of knowledge. I would go deeper into his history but I don't think its very important.

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So begins...

Dr. Carl Abrams's Story

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Dr. Abrams scratched his chin gazing through the one sided mirror at the patient restrained in the next room. "Well....officially....the procedure was a success....she survived it anyways. Whether it works or not remains to be seen...." He murmured to his assistant whom was putting several small vials of suspicious looking fluids in order based on color and organizing each needle in a parallel line, a habit of his which irritated the doctor very much.

"Dammit what did I tell you! Those injections have an order to them which is VERY important to the task at hand, quit fooling with it!" Abrams snapped at the assistant who started, causing several of the vials to tip over, clinking lightly. "Give me that!"

Carl took the tray and pushed the door open, entering the operating theatre. He placed the tray onto the stand next to the table their patient was laying on. She was young, in her early twenties her dirty blond hair fell in waves about her face at the moment, she looked worse for the wear, the operations have taken a toll on her she had dark circles around her eyes. Carl checked her vitals to make sure she was within acceptable parameters. They'd been all over the charts lately as her body struggled with the new form.

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Aramay twitched restlessly in her sleep. She persistently had nightmares of being chased. She couldn't seem to wake up from them. It was clear that while unconscious, it didn't exempt her completely from feeling what she was going through. Just as she looked like she was about to scream she woke up with an intense ringing in her ears. Her eyes squinted hard at the bright lights which made her tear up. She wasn't in her bed. When she attempted to move she was met with resistance. Noticing this, it didn't take her long to pull out of her groggy stupor. Her heart races to force herself wide awake; letting out a yelp of shock.

She started to fight against the restraints. Everything felt strange, she was quickly met with pain from tensing her muscles which she didn't expect to feel sore until now. Her back arches, her body wanting to curl up from the pain. It was as if her body could barely fit inside of its own skin. Just in the small amount of time that she had been awake and she was already sweating profusely. She started to look around for her father. Where was he? The only people she saw in the room was a man in a white lab coat and what she assumed was his assistant. Her hand clenched into a fist, her arm tensed and pulled as if to hit him but the restraint holds strong.

"Daaaaaad!" She calls out, half choking. Where the hell did he go? Her yelling made her head hurt like no other yet the more it sunk in that she was trapped the more desperate she became. Her heart felt as though it would burst through her chest, her breathing was more like gasps, she felt like she was about to make herself pass out. Then something hit her, hard. Her yelling was instantly halted and her eyes widen. The feeling of something beginning to give stopped all previous feelings she had, save for fear. As if on the very edge of a cliff. Her head lowers, staring at the sheets in front of her with her mouth slightly a gape; breathing small shallow breaths. Something felt very wrong. She sat completley frozen for fear of something that she could not comprehend might happen. The calm before the storm.

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"Here she comes. Have the guards come into the observatory just in case. I'm not going to be the one to underestimate anything here. This is our first run. Go!" Dr. Carl said as she started to stir, her exclamations of pain and shock and distress a sharp enough warning for him. He put an arm on her forearm for some human contact to help calm her as was natural for a doctor to do and he took up one of the vials. A strong painkiller. Just as he punctured through her skin with the needle she had gone quiet and he knew it was only a matter of time. He took up a recording device and clicked the button for record and spoke into it. " She's awakened at 11:00 PM Three days after initiating the operation. This is far too soon...we're not ready for this yet....I thought we where going to have the opportunity to trigger this at will with the application of some adrenaline to shock her system into the change, but it would seem the shock of her waking up is doing the trick on it's own."

Sweat beaded Carl's forehead. "Aramay, can you hear me? My name is Doctor Carl Abrams, I'm here to help you. Everything is going to be alright I promise, just take a deep breath and keep your eyes on me, alright? I will walk you through this."

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Unflinching, her eyes darted to the warmth of a hand on her arm and the pinch of a needle. It was the only indication that she took notice aside from the uneasy breath in. She could feel the liquid painkiller rush up her arm and flood her entire system as soon as it hit her heart. It put itself to work to block the pain receptors just as they began to fire one after the other in a growing cascade effect. The pain was replaced by pressure, making it possible for her to still tell how much pain her body was experiencing from the sensation of 'being pushed'. And with each passing second it was growing worse. Through her panic she struggled to focus on what the doctor was saying. It was difficult to hold onto the words as they slipped her mind just as quickly as they entered.

She heard her name forcing her to look up; her dilating eyes meeting Abrams'. It was clear that she was having great difficulty. 'Help. Help?' She thought, he did something. Not just the injection. Her heart pounded against her chest and her lungs felt like they were pushing against her ribs; robbing her of her breathe. "Let. Me. Ou-ah, haaaahh...Hahhhhh!" She couldn't breath, her gaze breaks from his as she tries to take another breath. "Hhhhahhhh!" Her body flushes red, her skin pulsed from blood rushing to it. Aramay tried to clutch at her chest but her hand couldn't reach. She could swear she was having a heart attack. Her ribs began to grind and expand. The pressure was unreal as her chest pushed against the fabric of her gown. It didn't take long before it started to spread through to her spine, her stomach, her muscles sporadically twitched and tensed of their own volition. It crept up her neck and into her head before it had a chance to reach her limbs; throbbing painfully despite the pain killer.

Her body clearly wasn't handling it well and neither was she. The hand that clamped onto the bed rail squeezed so hard that her knuckles turned white, her nails digging into her palm. Her mouth gaped open and by the way she felt her chest heave she knew she was making noises but she couldn't hear herself or anything else around her. Drool escaped her grimacing lips. At the same time she noticed a metallic taste in her mouth. For a second she thought she had bit her tongue. The blood was seeping from her gums. She felt herself spit to clear her mouth of the horrid taste. *ptoo* There was more than just blood that hit the bed and her legs. They were her teeth. "I'm bleeding, Iahh 'leeding!" They were trying to kill her. There was just no way. No explanation for all of this. A nerve agent of some kind. She was convinced, until she felt something taking their place.

The pressure in her face increased, not that it let up on any other part of her. Her chest was barreling out making it surprisingly easier to breath while looking more, animalistic. What felt like someone sawing inside of her head were her jaws reluctantly pushing out to make room for the new, sharper, and more numerous teeth. Her skin became discolored as a faint bridled pattern spread from her torso to her neck, face and limbs. In her struggling she caught a glance at her hand which still desperately tried to reach for her chest. Her fingers were puffy and thickened; blood trickling out from underneath her nails, with sharp curving claws poking out and extending from underneath. The same was happening to her splayed toes turning the sheets red underneath. Her feet spasmed, extending, the balls of her feet growing further from her heels, kicking against the restraints that also tied them to the bed.

A rush of new stimuli assaults her senses just as her hearing fades back in. The noises she produced, were unsettling, not something that you would ever expect to come from a human. It made her ears twitch and her body to jerk painfully in reaction to her own wailing. Her hand rips through the restraint; reaching and grasping at air to pull herself free. The sounds, the smells, her wide eyes blinked, her vision however started to blur. Her yells fell to a whimper just before her entire body crumples, falling back into the bed. Her BP plummets along with her heart rate. With them the changes slowed. Despite all that happened, she was less than half way to, whatever she was going to be. Her breathes turned slow and ragged, her body grew numb, her skin, clammy and cold as her body turned pale. Her eyes were still open; blankly staring off into the distance. For a few nerve-wracking minutes she looked as though her body had given out on her. No one could fake dying or trick the machines into reading them as having heart failure.

Just when everyone was convinced that she couldn't be resuscitated. Her heard leaps back to life and the pale female gasps, taking in a deep breath. Just before she rears up and bites down on anyone close enough to her mouth, an arm, a shoulder, a neck. Her jaws still stretching, forcing the wound to wedge open between her teeth. It didn't matter what it was, her vice grip from her freed hand dug its claws in and her renewed strength wasn't going to let up until something threatened to break. She strained so hard against the restraints, that the second one around her other wrist snapped before digging into whoever she had a hold of.

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Dr. Carl Abrams watched in awe as he watched his creation at work beginning to effect her from within. "Let. Me. Ou-ah, haaaahh...Hahhhhh! Hhhhahhhh!" He couldn't deny the pride he felt in this no matter how morally wrong it was. No scientist had ever had this privilege before. He turned towards the one way mirror. "Bring in some guards!" He shouted. Immediately five men in uniforms came in. Four of them had suppressive equipment on their belts, taze rods and tranquilizers, the fifth had a lethal weapon on his belt, a hand gun He stood right in front of the one way mirror, a slightly unsure look on his face. Dr. Carl frowned at the man with the gun.

"Why are you here?" He asked

"Chief's orders, if she runs I'm to use lethal force." The man said bluntly, he looked past the doctor at what was going on on the table. The Doctor clenched his jaw and hissed at him pointing threatningly "You will not use that gun on her!"

"Whatever the Chief says goes, Doctor.....and to be honest it'd be doing her a kindness." The man said looking at him. The doctor clenched his teeth and went back to her side.

"I'm bleeding, Iahh 'leeding!" "Here it comes Aramay...just hang in there." He murmured concernedly. He gave her yet another dose of the pain killers, about hitting the limit for her size. It was all he could do to keep the pain from killing her, and that's when she crashed.

"Fuck! Get me the crash cart!" He yelled at his assistant who immediately brought it in. He applied the gel to the paddles "Charging! Stand back." He put one paddle above the heart and one just to the side and applied the charge. Her torso was lifted and dropped with the current. He repeated the process several times."FUCK!"

Carl cast aside the paddles and began manual CPR. It was strange with her anatomy so deformed he nearly second guessed his methods though he'd been trained countless times. After a few minutes Carl let up and the room fell silent. Carl's assistant tried her pulse hoping for a faint echo of a beat. It was then that she took her breath of life and snapped down on his arm. His screams peirced the air like a dying man and he struggled against her. The room jumped to life. "ARAMAY! Let him go!!! Carl snatched a syringe from the tray and plunged the needle into a throbbing vein at her neck as she yanked free of one of the restraints. "Aramay......Let him go!"

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Although the life in her eyes had returned she showed no signs of comprehending. The beastly girl working entirely on instinct did nothing to react to his words. A feral growl burbling from her throat with any indication that someone was drawing near. Her teeth ground against bone while her gums pressed against the assistant's arm, which, somehow eased her discomfort. Like a puppy with a teething ring. "ARAMAY! Let him go!!!" Her jaws loosen their grip, only to clamp down further up on his arm. Her head jerked with the biting strength of a pit bull there was no sign of her letting go. Aramay's eyes go wide feeling something sharp stick into her neck. She doesn't let go right away. "Aramay......Let him go!" It takes a few seconds before they hear a choking sound coming from her. Slowly her mouth opens letting him go free. She leans forward, sputtering and coughing up blood from the wound she inflicted and from the cuts in her mouth she inflicted on herself. What he had given her before she crashed was finally taking hold.

"Gnnuh. Gnnnuhhh, uhhh...gnnnggnnuh." It was clear that her body was overtaxed. Her irregular breathes were mixed with exhausted, low whines. Her limbs were limp, just moving them took an increasing amount of effort before dropping back down on the bed. It was hard enough to keep her head upright. Through half lidded eyes she gazed over everyone in the room. They were all, staring at her for some reason. There were, more people than she remembered. Her body felt a mix of aching, hot and cold. It reminded her of the time that she was getting the flu. She started to shift towards the foot of the bed, then failed. She attempts to push herself up, until an extreme feeling of vertigo causes her to slowly tilt her head back, her eyes rolling back. Her arms try to reach out to stop her from moving yet there was nothing for her to grasp. The rest of her body follows suit; slumping back until the bed catches her with a hard thud. Her muscles and arms continued to twitch of their own accord.

Upon closer inspection, she still looked to be awake. Her dilated eyes rolled around disoriented, only having enough strength to move her head somewhat. She panted through her mouth. Still struggling to breath properly. She wills her hands to move. They only jerk and twitch, the signals not fulling reaching her limbs. She couldn't take anymore punishment. Not with her body so battered from the inside out. Aramay begins to mumble sluggishly. With how malformed her mouth and vocal cords were it was impossible to decipher what she was saying. It was hard to tell if she was awake and simply affected by what he had injected her with or if she was going through shock. Her heart still pumped irregularly at times, but her BP at least was proving to be more stable.

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Two men took to the wounded assistant who seemed to be struggling more than he should have been from a mere bite. He couldn't control his own form and his skin distorted and sagged, his eyes bulging. Blood spilled from his wound landing with a light Ptth ptt. They took him out of the room, wailing and sobbing halfway between his toad form and his human one. Carl attended directly to Aramay. He supported her head and neck, turning her so she could drain her throat and mouth of the blood and saliva and breath clearer. He put a tin next to her for the fluids to drain into. "Easy......Easy....."

He guided her down back to a laying position and unlatched the rest of her restraints so he could turn her to her side so she wouldn't choke. "Here we go.... I want to run some tests when we get her stable. Prep the scanners. I want X-ray, MRI, CT, you name it get it set up. Now. I got things set in here. And I want blood tests on my assistant as well. I want to know if her condition can spread or if its the instability that's making things go haywire."

Nearly everyone in the room left then rushing off to get things done. The one man stayed for a moment deciding to get a first hand look at her. The guy ordered to kill her if she'd run out of the base in her manic state.

"Well look at that, doctor you did it. Turned an innocent girl into a freak. You proud of yourself?" He asked looking over her.

"I have been following orders, just as you are. You where the one ordered to kill her." Dr. Carl said looking at him, not leaving his spot by her head. "Those orders aren't for her sake, you know. They're for his. If she runs, kill her so no one traces it back to him. You're as much guilty as you believe me to be, sir."

"Yeah well In the end I didn't create her. I got a clean conscience, Doctor." The man said with a smirk then he turned and left the room. to leave the Doctor with his thoughts.

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One by one everyone left the room till all but two and herself were there. With each breath her panic subsided. Both from being able to draw in air properly now that her body wasn't constantly fighting for more from the changes but also from the sedatives. It was as though her entire body was forced through the most rigorous training of her life. Moving, looking, breathing, it all hurt. It was nothing compared to earlier, if that could be called a relief. 'They were going to shoot me...' Her mind clears just enough to start thinking again. The second though made her tear up. 'They're, shifters.' The assistant who was involuntarily changing proved it. 'I, did that?' Placing all of her effort into moving her arm, she slowly shifts it to her chest. A freakish hand to go with a freakish body. Tears begin to roll down her darkened cheeks. The slightest rasping could be heard, filled with anguish at the sight of herself. At the knowledge that she may not survive and may not see her father again.

Her dad, did they get him too? It was impossible to tell. Impossible to ask with her strained vocal chords. If this was an experiment, were they certain that she would be able to change back? This fueled the stream of tears running down her face. It was the only energy she had left to do. As much as she hated the doctor, she was completely baffled with how much concern he had for her. He was caring for her much like a father would to a very sick child. Her eyes followed the Doctor, he was the one closest to her and not the only one in the room next to her after all.

It would have been perfect. If she still could move more than just an inch at a time. She could surprise one guard. Except now Abrams was alone. He wouldn't be able to handle her, he wasn't trained like the guard. He didn't have a gun. He did have those sedatives. But without the restraints, if he couldn't catch her he couldn't sedate her. All of it wishful thinking at this point. Her body shuddered in an attempt to keep her awake. She couldn't fall asleep! It couldn't be allowed, not if she could help it. She kept shaking herself awake out of fear of not knowing what was going to happen next, between small fits of sleep lasting from a few seconds to several minutes at a time. Any sudden movements or sounds would have the same effect be it from her subconsciously trying to stretch her aching muscles or sounds of medical equipment.

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Abrams stroked Aramay's hair gently, comfortingly. "You should rest Aramay we don't need you awake for most of these tests.....but you'll need your rest if you want to survive through changing back."

And at that he waited, giving her that chance at least to have the slightest ghost of a rest. He put her back onto her back once he was sure she wouldn't choke and fastened her back into the remaining restraints more to keep her in a decent position for the tests. He rolled her from room to room taking pictures of her skeleton, measuring her from head to toe, taking blood for every test in the phlebotomist's book. They gave her an MRI a CTscan anything they could do, they even took a sample of her saliva to see if it had any abnormal properties, and then they took her home. Her new home that is.

Her new home was a cell with a cot, a table with a chair, and a toilet. Everything she would need. There was no privacy as the wall facing the hall had a giant window made of bulletproof shatterproof glass and a steel door. The doctors in charge of her care transferred her from the mobile table to the bed and put the thin sheet and rough wool blanket over her. Right next to her also in a cell was the doctor's assistant. His body had calmed itself but he was still out of conscious control of his change. His arms had sickly green patches across them and every once in a while his throat would expand grotesquely. They had bound the wounds on his arm however and he was well enough to pace his cell impatiently. After Abrams made sure Aramay was alright he left her cell and it locked automatically behind him.

"Doc! Doctor! Hey....hey! Look let me out alright? I'm fine. S-see? On my feet and fine. I'm not contagious, I don't have what the girl has." The assistant called out to Abrams, his voice muffled by the reinforced glass. Abrams looked at his assistant apologetically and continued walking. "No no no! Wait Doctor Abrams!!! You can't leave me here! You don't have the right to lock me up like this!!!"

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As much as she wanted to take his advice she still fought her sleep until there was nothing left she could do but fade back into a dreamless sleep. Not a peep came from her during the entire plethora of tests. Her muscles still occasionally twitched from being overtaxed. It was the first time in years she had slept so deeply and for so long. She wasn't going to admit it, not even to herself. Only once did she open her eyes and it was when they transferred her to the cot. No response came from her. A subconscious reaction that lasted only a few seconds before she drifted off again. It wasn't until many hours later that she would open her eyes again. 'Survive the change back.' Those words lingered in her mind as she awoke.

It took her a while just to have the energy and willpower to sit up. She wheezed and coughed, hissing from her body still protesting. She looked at her hand again. It looked more normal than before. Her fingers still looked a bit puffy and the claws still hadn't fully receded. And there was the strange pigment of her skin. It reminded her of something she'd seen on a wild horse, or a dog. One thing of note was that there was not one lick of fur on her body. From the looks of things she already slept through half of the process. Still, it didn't stop her from feeling ill. Occasionally she would feel a 'slip' inside of herself somewhere as if things were slowly sliding back into place. Good, so far it wasn't looking permanent. So far. She wanted to feel anger, fear, disgust. It took everything out of her. The exhaustion took on a mental level. Her body still felt pain but everything else was replaced by numbness.

Her mouth was dry and still had the lingering metallic taste. It was making her nauseous. She spotted the sink; wishing it was closer. A reluctant step onto the cold floor made her wince. Her feet were just slightly too long to walk on properly. Walking in tip toe fashion wasn't much better either. She wouldn't have to walk a marathon, it was only a few steps away. "Oof!" She nearly smacks into the sink. Turning on the water she cranes her neck to fill her mouth with water. The first few times she spat into the sink. The inside of her mouth had just as much blood as it did saliva. Swallowing any of it would make her sick for certain. It didn't taste the best but it did the job. And in some way it helped ease some of her aching.

Just when she turns off the faucet and tries to take a step back to the bed her legs buckle. She hits the floor fairly hard. The cool hard surface actually helped her cool down further. The sedatives still must be in her system, as she rolled to her side she felt her strength leaving her again. She remembered hearing the assistant yelling while she was half asleep but it was too late for her to attempt to speak with him. That is if her vocal chords were capable of working. She was close enough to snag a bed cover and pull it over herself before passing out yet again. It would be nearly impossible to rouse her until her body completely reverted back to normal and recovered enough to keep stable.

Her eyes would slowly open. For a few seconds she was certain that she was back outside with the sun shining on her face. She uses an arm to block the light from her face. Her hand, it was, normal. Save for blood that crusted around the edges of her nails. She snaps up to a sitting position. Normal, everything looked normal. Except for that sensation. She couldn't put a finger on it. It was the same feeling she had the last time she woke up. That feel of not quite fitting inside of her own skin, that something was trying to burst its way out of her. She started to shiver, she had more of her wits about her again, her emotions. And she only felt somewhat sore. How long was she out for? "Uhhh. Hello." She was almost too afraid to speak. The words nearly squeaking in her throat. "Heyyyy." She calls again. Waiting, a few more seconds. "Can someone please let me out?" It was worth asking...

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Abrams' assistant had troubles sleeping himself he was far too irritated with the fact that he was even in there. He was put on this job, given lots of money to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told to this girl and the moment he is bit by her he's thrown into the cage beside her. He looked down at his arm. The bandages needed changing again, already. Ever since being bit it'd been bleeding profusely trying to drain whatever contagion had entered him causing his body to go haywire. That had been the worst feeling he'd ever felt in his life. For any shapeshifter transforming was supposed to be a natural thing, like stretching...but it felt as if his body was fighting against itself and man did it hurt. Every bone, every muscle had screamed at him. He frowned and rubbed a hand across the bandages.

He finally managed to get a few hours sleep, broken only by the movements coming from the cell next door. Then eventually a voice. "Uhhh. Hello." The nerve she had of speaking out to him, interrupting his sleep. It was her fault he was in there. He rolled over and attempted to ignore her. "Heyyyy." "Can someone please let me out?"

"No one's letting you out, kid. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you're the Chief's property now." he said with his gruff, exhausted voice. "Might as well save your breath..."

Suddenly he hated what he'd done to this girl. They where the reason she was in there calling for help, as much as he wanted to hate the kid for biting him and landing him in this position...she was as helpless as he was.

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Aramay gasped not quite expecting a response so soon. The same person who was screaming earlier, the assistant. Her heart skipped a beat hearing the hateful tone. He spoke as though she knew exactly what she was doing. Her face reddens with anger. "I didn't do anything wrong!" She screams at the wall. Just as quickly as she leaped up she nearly doubled over as a sharp jolt, jostled her entire nervous system. Her hand clutches at her chest, curling up and wedging herself against the bed and the wall that it was pushed up against. 'Breathe, breath. Just breath.' She chanted the words in her head. For a few tense moments the room went silent.

She buries her head against the side of the bed when her heart finally slowed its pace. 'Breath. Don't think about it. Breath.' She couldn't stop shaking but her body was cooling down. Did that just happen? She couldn't even get upset? "I. Just want to go home." She squeaks out. Her words becoming more tear soaked, "I won't say anything I swear. I don't want to be here." Her cries were restrained, too scared to see how short the fuse really was. Her heart ached, this time it was for missing her family, her home. She didn't have a home to go to in years. For the first time in years she felt like she had one over this place. She wanted to curl up as small as possible.

The reason her and her family were so amendment about moving around. About giving up their home and living like nomads learning to survive off the land was to avoid having to deal with shifters. She wasn't really bothered by them but her father somehow knew to look ahead. He said that they were going to cause trouble. If they were to start something that the only way for them to stay out of harms way was to get rid of the house and use the money flee now so they didn't risk getting caught or suffer the trauma of having to leave without warning. Actually, for him it was being unprepared he hated the most. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be run out of her own home. They ran themselves out in the end. And in the end it didn't matter. No matter how much planning, packing and preparing. She lost her mom because of it, years of constantly being told not to trust anyone. She somehow ended up in a place like this. This was too much.

"Let me out." She repeated. "Let. Me out." She clenches her teeth, speaking a bit louder. She wanted to scream so badly. Fear held her back. If it really was that easy to start it all over again she wouldn't dare cross that line. A question bubbles up to the surface. "Why?" Why was she here, why were they doing this, why did they pick her?

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"What makes you think this has anything to do with what you've done or what you haven't done? Like this is some kind of devine punishment. You where just perfect for the procedure, your genes where ideal and we could do it so we did. It was the Chief's idea and we where all payed large sums of money to do it. We're trying to make you into something greater, Aramay....something brilliant." The assistant sat up in his cot, the corners of his mouth seemed to droop and sag his neck disappearing into his shoulders giving him a distorted look. His skin bubbled and turned an ugly shade of olive green. It was disgusting, he couldn't even fully settle into his frog form. He could feel his tongue swelling and lengthening. He choked and gagged a bit and opened his mouth, letting his tongue loll out. He felt his body settle again and he slurped his abnormal tongue back into his wide gaping mouth. His throat expanded with his breathing and he blinked large glassy eyes. "I am no help to you now kid...." His voice was distorted and had a slimy tone to it, he smacked his lips and crouched on the cot like a giant toad. "I'm stuck here just like you thanks to that bite...."

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'I didn't say that, that's not what I meant!' She hoisted herself up with her back pressed against the wall. Her muscles twinged from the pressure before settling. "Ideal." Aramay choked out. It was a luck of the draw. If they could find someone else they would have done the same thing to them. She dried her wet, irritated eyes on her sleeve and took a deep breathe. She squinted and looked around the room. Her eyes still felt dilated because she could barely see anything without squinting. She pulled some of her hair forward to shade her eyes the best she could. The strands were clumped together from sweat and whatever else that was making it grimy. She slowly makes her way back to the sink. Splashes of red droplets both dry and wet lined the sink still. "We're trying to make you into something greater, Aramay....something brilliant."

She started to wash her hair in the sink. There was no soap but at this point it didn't really matter. The cool water helped sooth her throbbing skin. "What happened to being created equal? Looking alike wasn't enough, you had to see if you could make us equal?" So that's what they were doing. They already took over authority in all of the major cities. What would be the logical next step. "No wonder my dad hated authority." She said more to herself than to the assistant. Saying it made her want to tear up again. Dark water dripped from her hair down the sink and into the drain. She idly watched it swirl and gurgle. Her hair was now soaked; beads of water dripped down her chest, shoulders and back which made her gasp. It was a small but needed comfort. She felt an unnatural heat roiling inside of her.

"I'm stuck here just like you thanks to that bite...." Her eyes widen slightly. "I don't, remember doing that." That she was completely honest about. After she said it, she kind of wished that she didn't. She could have pretended that she knew, just to rub it in for taking the job. That thought didn't last long. Something made her feel squeamish, the way the assistant started to sound. As if he had too much water or mucus stuck in his throat. If he was a shifter too, what was he? She couldn't remember enough of what happened. It was for the better, just trying to think about it made her-she just couldn't allow herself to think about it. From the time that she woke up to the time that she started to understand what was happening around her when she passed out again. Her mind couldn't allow itself to think about any of it. It was better if she blacked the whole thing out altogether.

She needed to speak with the doctor. She would have to force down the trauma and get more answers. Nothing was going to happen if she just sat back and waited along with the assistant.

"Brilliant or not...you almost killed me. I can't be blamed for trying to survive.....how many other people do you think will be able to survive if you keep doing this?" That is assuming that she was a success and didn't die herself. "I need to speak with him. The doctor." She wasn't sure how she was going to get out but she was willing to try every option available to her.

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The Assistant didn't speak after that, he was unable to do anything other then make soft wet croaking noise that first sounded as though his trachea had been damaged and flooded with fluids then transformed into an exotic almost melodic chirping croak. He gradually shrank in size as well his joints twisting, his clothes dangling loose on his fleshy form.

The door to the hall opened with the buzz and clatter of a key-card lock. Doctor Adams walked through the hall to stand just outside of Aramay's cell. He smiled in at her kindly. "How are you feeling, Aramay? Looks like you managed to go back to your human form on your own. You seemed to have settled faster than George here.....he's gone into his animal form almost completely..." The Assistant glared at him with one large eye. His clothes practically falling off his bloated frog-shaped body. He was about a quarter of his natural size now and getting smaller every second.

"I want to take you into a training room see if you can transform again on your own accord. You need to learn how to do this at will, and once you can do that I feel it'll happen with alot less pain. I've developed a concoction that should help smooth out the kinks in the gene therapy I've given you for the first run, but our biggest problem at the moment is that your heart is too weak to withstand the change, we're going to have you train your physical form with a battery of exorcises and strengthen your heart. That's our plan for the moment. I'll need you to come to the door so I can put these on you and we can take a walk to the training room." He pulled a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of his lab coat. As he did so about six guards walked into the hall armed with tranquilizer guns. They stood three on either side of her door, hands on their weapons. Dr. Adams opened the slot in the door and waited for her to put her hands through so he could put on the cuffs.

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She covered her ears to try and block out the disgusting noises that he was making. She wasn't going to get anymore answers out of him. She stood hunched over the sink and took several more handfuls of water to wash away the noises that were being etched inside of her ear drums not caring if she risked a cold. Only when the noises change did she turn the faucet off again. Chirping, she could only guess that he was a sort of amphibian, or frog. He did seem to act a lot like a slimy toad she would catch for dinner by the creek. "How are you feeling, Aramay? Looks like you managed to go back to your human form on your own. You seemed to have settled faster than George here.....he's gone into his animal form almost completely..." With her still hunched over the sink and her back faced to the doctor, she slowly peered over her shoulder. Water dripped from her hair which still managed to maintain its waviness while drenched. "I feel like, I'm going to burst out of my own skin."

Her hands tightened on the sink. He wanted her to do it again. He was going to have her live through the whole thing all over again. The more he spoke the more her head began to shake forcing water to drip onto the ground. Her body inched its way to the nearest corner, shaking. She wouldn't even wait for him to finish, she already made up her mind. "No." Her hand clutched at her shirt near her chest. 'Breath, just breath. Don't stop breathing.' "I'm not like you. I was perfectly fine before all-this...my heart's fine." That's right, she wasn't someone who spent most of her time in front of the TV. She never stayed in one place long enough to get a job. If they needed to eat they had to hunt for it. Perfectly healthy with no history of heart problems. She wasn't made to do what they were forcing her to through.

She stared at the cuffs and slid down further into the corner like a child with her knees to her chest. They were going to have to get her themselves. There was no way that she would be able to fight them. It would only start the whole thing all over again and it only took one time for her to know. "If I do this, you would let me go?" It was a loaded question. No matter how he answered it she still wasn't going to go willingly no matter how soothing or reassuring the answer might be. They would have to drag her out. Any struggle she was going to put up would be meager at best and do whatever she could to keep away from triggering another mishap. Too many guards, they all had guns. She didn't bother to check what type. The doctor didn't see a defiant person in that room. He saw someone frozen with fear. She wouldn't listen, simply because she couldn't. She simply hid her face and waited for them to collect her. She'd be damned if she ever put those things on her willingly.

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The Doctor sighed and put the cuffs into his pocket once more. He unlocked the door and signaled for two of the guards to enter with him. The three of them entered and the guards grabbed her from under her upper arms and lifted her to her feet. "You're going to make this even harder on yourself Aramay."

The guards practically dragged her on out of the room and down the hall going past George's cell. George watched expressionlessly continuing his croak/chirping his pale throat pulsing with each croak. His foreleg was still bandaged and stained with blood. A doctor entered his cell in order to change the bandages and clean his wounds. "Aramay I promise you we don't want to keep you any longer than we have to all we want to do is see if we can successfully turn you into a shapeshifter. If we can manage that you can leave and be free, all we need to do is make you stable and able to shift from your canine form to your human form at ease. The more you struggle and refuse the longer this will take."

The group went through to the end of the hall, pausing to unlock the doors with Dr. Adam's key card. They finally got to the training room. Two of the guards entered first, then the two escorting Aramay. The training room looked like a therapy gym. One side of the room was lined in mirrors and decorated with Olypticals and tredmills as well as weights and mats to do stretches and crunches on. On the other side of the room there was a single mirror set against the wall and two eyelets buried deep into the concrete with heavy iron chains and a leather straps linked to each one...to restrain her.

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Aramay kept her head tucked down and kept quiet after they entered the room. Her head only moving when they half dragged her out to see George for what he really was and where she hurt him. 'Wait. I did that?' She honestly didn't know that much about shifters. If he's locked in as well...they really weren't sure what was happening, or going to happen. The closer they got to the end of the hall the more difficult it was for her to keep herself calm. He spoke to her as though she just had to put on a new set of clothes. She looked at it as having her skin ripped off. She fought back the tears. She was already sick of crying, she wasn't going to in front of them. She just kept her head down till they entered a different room.

The shaking girl dared to look up slightly. It looked like a perfectly normal training room. It took a lot to chew on his words. "Canine? I'm not some dog." To her, upon second inspection, what stood out were the mirrors, and the straps. "T'his like a sick joke?" The guards would feel her tense up in reluctance. Then a harsh pull as she tries to bolt until her pounding heart makes her freeze up just to catch her breath. If they weren't dragging her before they certainly were now. "You said you had a shot that would make it easier right? Do you have it with you? I don't like needles but-" She started to rush her words anxiously. Soon as she felt the straps around her ankles she wanted to do anything to stall; hunch down, curl up her feet, but she didn't kick. The more they did the more she shivered and took deep breaths, doing everything she could to stay calm. "What if it doesn't work? Doesn't it take time for it to work? I mean, I might-please don't make me do this. I can't go through it again." She was too frightened to stand.

She let her wet hair fall over her face, still tucking her head down. Occasionally she couldn't help but glance at the mirror. 'Normal.' Normal, but ragged and a bit sickly. They were quick to want to have her do it again but she wasn't going to have any part of it. "I can't." She was surprising herself how well she was doing if feeling ill from the stress. They were expecting her to watch herself in a mirror on top of it all. She shook her head again. "I don't care what you say. I. Just, can't." Taking a sleeve she wipes her eyes and keeps them closed. They were pushing her too quickly. Not that she would if they took their time.

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"Some dog?" A few of the guards shifted, their eyes narrowed at this comment. A lot of them WHERE dogs, German shepards to be exact. Police dogs. They kept their hold on her especially firm once she tried to bolt from their grasp, one of them let slip a low growl.

"Just keep still. Will ya." He growled into her ear. They led her to the restraints and another two guards secured them. They then let her go. The Doctor stepped forward. He seemed a bit different today, his hands trembled slightly as he checked the bindings and pulled brought forward a box with three injections in it

"These three shots are going to adjust the compound we introduced into your body on the first go. The one that altered your DNA and allowed the more base nature to come forth, your animal side. This should calm the adverse ripple like reactions that happen when your body goes through transition. The first one will help distribute the solution the second will do the hard work. We need you to transform once we get these into your system so that the genes that are dormant will be effected as well. This third one is separate. It's an add on to the compound that will...hopefully allow your human form to enhance itself well enough to support both sets of genes." He explained it all plainly in hopes she would be able to understand it. It was all far more complicated than this. Complex formulas swam through his mind as he explained it to her making him loose focus for a moment. He had been up all night working on this, trying to make this work for her. In all honesty he had never gone home the night before he had locked himself in the lab and worked on these solutions creating theorems and checking and double checking formulas. "The injections will hurt as they bond to your genes. It will hurt a lot as it will be bonding to every cell in your body... but once that is over, the change should go smoother and with a lot less pain." With that he pulled out the first injection and without much of a warning stabbed the needle right into the muscle of the thigh. He did the same with the red solution, the first one didn't hurt so much it was like getting the flu shot but the second would have hit hard and spread like a virus through every vein and every cell of tissue, muscle, and bone. Before she could move too violently he injected the third one into her shoulder with the help of one of the guards who gave her something of a headlock to keep her from jerking about.

"Stand back!" The doctor warned the guard as he did so, collecting all three empty needles. The guards all drew their tranquilizer guns unsure of what to expect. "Steady...."

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Aramay brought her shoulders up and hunched down hearing a growl, she looked away just as quickly as she looked up at them. The guards weren't just people either. She was so preoccupied she didn't take the time to think that, all of them were shifters. Made sense that the guards reacted to that when she thought about it again. They must cover just about everything in the animal kingdom. She looked down at her hands. Nothing was restraining them, only her feet. The doc himself was checking the restraints. It started to make sense with guards watching her every move. It didn't matter if she tried to undo them or not. She wouldn't get through the first restraint without getting knocked. She watched him, trembling almost as much as she was. He looked like he wasn't doing well either.

As he explained the three vials she contemplated grabbing him and holding him hostage while threatening to use the vials on him if they didn't let her go. No, it wouldn't work. The stress would be too much. She listened to him to the best of her abilities. Surprisingly, she was sort of able to understand the layman's terms he gave to her. He looked fatigued with the way he started to stare off into space like that. She had to break the silence. "So, you think that...everyone has an animal in them, that you can just, unlock?" Her hopes of the question stalling him fell dead when the first needle jabbed into her. He was quick, she didn't have time to react to it. She only just started to move when the second one buried into her thigh as well making her yelp in surprise. It was like having a knife stuck through her leg. Her entire body began to recoil from the pain only to be held in place. A guard had grabbed her from behind to keep her still, her hand was already squeezing her thigh as the icy cold liquid began to spread up and down her leg.

By then she barely felt the one in her arm. Next thing she knew she was free again; laying on her back with her eyes wide and dazed. "-the hell was that for?" She couldn't go anywhere, why was he so quick to try and catch her off guard like that? He was so much colder compared to yesterday. In a matter of seconds she was grabbing at her leg again but it was already spreading up her waist and to her chest. Abrams could see exactly how quickly the concoctions he came up with, spread through her system by the way she started to wince and curl like a slug touching salt. It felt like frostbite was stabbing through her insides followed by a flush of heat. She panted and gritted her teeth. How the hell was this supposed to help? She instantly began to sweat as her arms covered her head and face. Through the pain she still tried to keep calm but her heart was already racing from it.

Tears were streaming down her face without her knowing till she pulled her hands away to feel the air hit her skin. She grabs at the chains only to let go again. It hurt too much to grip anything, it hurt to lay on the floor, her skin felt a few layers thinner as if the injections were trying to force it out of her. What lasted for several minutes felt like ages. She thought she was going to change right then and there with the random shifting of her insides between painful waves. The next thing she knew she was laying on her stomach, her arms curled in underneath her with the chains twisted from her struggling. She soaked in a puddle of her own sweat. She still felt feverish, her pulse could be felt through every part of her, though the pain was beginning to subside. Nothing happened. "...are we done?" She rasps. There was a mix of the slightest relief and extreme concern. He said there was one more step after that, they couldn't just be introduced to her system...she looked at all the guards, they actually looked nervous. There was so much fussing over her.

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The doctor had to look away once the injections began to work their way through her system. He lowered his tired eyes put the syringe needles back into their case meticulously, snapping the lid close. This was all a bit more than he'd bargained for.

"Doctor you're the smartest shifter in the world. Every university in the world seems to have put their heads together and agreed on this...." Abrams could see the Chief leaning on his desk, arms crossed, looking down his prominent nose at him as he sat in the chair....unsure why he was there. You wrote those theories on evolution, the book explaining how shifters came to be. That's a pretty interesting read." The doctor had shrugged, chuckling lightheartedly.

I felt the world needed to know where all of us came from. We are still human after all....just with a little something else, I wanted to make the world see that. The Chief seemed to have discarded those words completely.

It's thanks to you that the Counsel has the power it does today. The former governments shook hands on our existance and gave us legal power over our kind. I'm hoping to take it to the next step Doctor. It's unfair that these poor humans are forced to live in their limited bodies I want to give them the equal opportunity to step up to us. To rise up in the evolutionary ladder so they needn't feel threatened about our presence. I want you to develop an artificially made shapeshifter. If you can do that....just imagine how this world would be, Doctor. Shapeshifters would step out of the shadows and we could all stretch our wings. True equality and freedom."

"...are we done?" Adams sighed and blinked slowly, his gaze coming back into focus. He looked sadly at Aramay

"Unfortunately not. Now you need to transform one more time so that the solutions can coat the entirety of your cells. I hope you can trigger it on your own, if not I will have to shock your system with Adrenalin and trigger an emotional response...you won't like that...." He said. He picked up a clip board and rustled through the pages, looking at Aramay's file.

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Aramay squinted and blinked. Her her head dropped, accidentally hitting the floor more roughly than she anticipated. She tries to pull her feet in only to be stopped by the chains. Abrams explanation rang in her ears. All she could do was sob. "I don't knowwwww." Every part of her was already on edge, she was closer than she was willing to admit. Her skin felt hot and looked red almost as though she was sunburned from the blood rushing to it. Her heartbeat pounding it her ears. It was taking everything she had NOT to go through with it. She was too scared to let out what the doctor was trying to pull out of her the entire time.

Her nose started to bleed as she forced herself to sit back up. Laying down was making her head pound something awful. She didn't bother to wipe it away, allowing crimson droplets to fall to the floor. Tears blurred her from seeing properly without having to blink persistently. By now having her hand pressed to her chest or gripping at her shirt was becoming a habit. They were all waiting around for her and the pressure was coming from all sides for results. That's what this was about. No matter how much she cried or begged he didn't do anything but stand there, give orders and wait. He was going to have to wait a bit longer.

Her head lowers for a few quiet moments. Until her hands dart, still shaking for the restraints. Her fingers felt numb and tingly as if she had been sitting on them for a long time making it hard for her to undo all the work that the guards and the doctor had done to keep her their. If she got shot they won't have anything to show for it. If they tranquilized her she couldn't do what they asked them to. If she manages to loosen the bonds enough before the stress, and the guards got to her, she would assuredly ensure that she gave them a run for forcing her into this. Of course, doing this was already making her adrenalin kick in naturally but as long as she didn't let it go on for too long...

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"Aramay!" The doctor growled, at the same moment that two of the guards rushed forward, pushing her onto her back and pulling her arms up away from the restraints. She'd managed to undo one of them before they got to her but they weren't having that. "Aramay would you like to see another of these men hurt because you are unwilling to cooperate?! You saw clearly what happened to George when you bit him. We put these restraints here for more than just to keep you from running off. These men risk themselves keeping you here, and now you've given us no choice. Give her a dose of adrenaline, and make sure she's secure."

The doctors and guards swarmed her and as one guard fumbled to put the restraint back on her she would have felt the sting of a small needle in the side of her neck and the instantaneous effects of the adrenalin. The guard on her arms still couldn't let go of her as the guard working on her restraint wasn't finished yet. Putting in the adrenalin in her then would likely have been a fatal mistake.

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"Nahhh!" Aramay screamed in protest from being grabbed and pushed. It took a second for her to get her air back from having it knocked out of her. The shots put her on edge yet at the same time she was easily dazed. It didn't stop her legs from kicking and pulling away when they tried to restrain her again. Her entire body stiffened up feeling a hard jab in her neck. The guards would notice her tense hard in her grasp as if she had been tazed. Her eyes filled with confusion and shock met with theirs. She went silent as everything went numb and tingly. Within seconds her shirt tightened around her chest as the changes spread through her. It was happening too fast for her acting more like a seizure.

When her spine stretched, her back could do nothing but arch violently while emitting sickly popping noises. The leg that was still restrained pushed and pulled so hard against the strap that it dug in, rupturing delicate veins underneath and bruising her. Her free leg kicked without warning. If it didn't hit a guard it would rake against the floor till bloody scrapes made her pants stick to her skin. She started to choke; coughing from over-salivating and the blood that seeped from her gums. Her arm jerked free from one guard with an incredible amount of strength. Not to get free. So she could turn herself over just enough to spit out the teeth that nearly went down her throat. She constantly gasped for air, wheezing and sputtering to try and keep up with her body's demands. The guard who still had her other arm would feel his own arm being seized and gripped. Both hands clung to him before he felt her head press to his sleeve. He could feel her growing claws begin to press against him as they grew and the wetness of blood seeping through the fabric but didn't feel teeth. Instead he would see her pressing the side of her head into his arm like a scared child holding on for dear life. Her lips pulled tight revealing new canines emerging from her gums.

For all that happened up till this point, things were going rather smoothly. She didn't crash or break free anymore than she already had. As involuntary as her actions were she was hurting herself more than anyone else. It wasn't as much putting up a fight, more like keeping her from hurting herself. Better yet for the doctor, what took her a grueling amount of time the first go now happened in half time time, and it wasn't stopping. Aramay was in too much of a state of shock to do anything but endure it. Her features indeed grew to fit more of a canine than she previously could achieve without incident. But just when she felt like she could catch her breath a second wave hit her catching everyone by surprise.

Her fits intensified when they heard an unusual sickly noise. The faint coloration that covered her wasn't on her skin. It was a few layers underneath they would come to find when small, bleeding tears in her skin formed revealing fresh, deeply colored brindle skin underneath. She cries out, pushing away the guard she was holding onto, her legs somehow found themselves underneath her just as she bucked hard against the ground, ripping herself out of their grasp. Her skin tore underneath the restraint allowing her to slip free. She couldn't walk or run, having the same orientation as a fresh calf tripping over itself. She had no orientation over where she was going. Just as quickly as she pulled free from the guards she slammed her body into the mirror that was meant for her to look into. Glass went flying and an animalistic wail filled the room.

Pain, that's what she should have felt. It was impossible to tell what she felt. The sights, sounds, the smell of blood filled her nostrils. Her instincts were strong enough to force her away from the broken glass, her body shaking to dislodge the glass embedded in her skin once she was on ground clear of shards. Her body didn't stop changing when she continued to writhe and kick as though she was caught in an invisible snare. The clothes they had her wear had a hard time fitting her; too tight in some places. Too loose in others. That didn't stop her from taking off against with no sign of stopping till she hit another wall with full force. The sound of her head hitting it could be heard by everyone. The impact was so strong that she bounced off and slid back a couple feet.

Aramay was still for a few seconds before she started to move, struggling just to get up on just her hands and knees. The strong canine features she developed still weren't enough to identify what species she was, though she looked more animal than human. She looked at the doctor letting out a weak whine before collapsing onto her side. She was still alive and breathing. Her wide, dilated eyes stared ahead.

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The doctor's eyes widened as he saw he error they had made. "DAMMIT WAIT UNTIL YOU RESTRAINED HER!" He shouted. But it was too late. It would seem the change hit her strong and hard this time with no warning she began to writhe and change beneith the guards that where holding her down. Her kick hit one guard square in the chest taking him completely by surprise he skidded across the floor and was knocked out against a tredmill on the other side. Her strength was incredible already, far beyond what they had expected.

"Steady!" The doctor commanded to the remaining four guards who had their tranquilizer guns trained on her in a mere second. The other guard yelped, terrified out of his mind as the girl held onto him. He thought he had become a hostage and could feel her claws piercing through the fabric of his uniform. He'd been knocked down onto his knees and struggled to yank his arm free of her, not wanting to become out of control like the Assisatant had been. He'd seen those wounds. He growled and barked snapping his jaws, fighting to get his feet under him, sending his shoes flying as he himself shifted into his animal form. One of the other guards attempted to separate them as her skin began to tear and fall apart before their eyes like a badly irrirtated sunburn. The guard she was holding on to was let go of and he skidded back, growling fiercely as he changed back into his human form, snatching the tranq gun like a life line. "WAIT! Don't shoot her I want to see this through."

"Doc she took one of us out already what are you waiting for? For her to sink her teeth into our throat?! She has no control over her animal form!" The guard assisting the dog shifter guard said, panicking under the chaos.

"And in order for her to do that she must be alert enough to learn! Now restrain her! NO TRANQUILIZERS!" Just as the Doctor finished she slammed herself into the glass of the mirror and the guards attempted to do as he'd said, making efforts to surround her and get closer, and that's when she bolted. "STOP HER!"

She ran smack into the wall and the guards ran to her. Four men grabbed a hold of her and pinned her down, making sure she laid down. Doctor Abrams approached her and knelt so he was level to her face. "Be still Aramay. You're incredibly strong, very fast...but you know what, you managed not to injure my men too badly this time. No blood. I know you have some control of yourself in there and if you got rid of your panic you could easily overcome each of these men and simply waltz out of here. I'm not saying it's a wise idea to do so but I think you have the ability. It's already taking four men just to keep you from running amok. Four strong shape shifter men. Outside of these walls we have four generals. Shapeshifters trained to use both their animal and human forms for combat. If you leave this place without authorization they will begin to hunt you down and I will no longer be able to assure they won't put you down. All we want to do is see that you can live like the rest of us, to transform at will and control yourself in both forms. I'm going to have them let you go and all I want you to do is be still. No restraints. No tranquilizers."