Rozelin sat staring into space; His thoughts were consumed by the fact that he was still not fully human. If anything out of the ordinary stood out, she analyzed every little detail about her life. It was not uncommon to be allergic to silver; People were always offended by little things like that, but only now it affected him even more.
His mind wandered over another small detail that stood out. He was always on good terms with animals, more with dogs than others; She was one of the many reasons why she wanted to be a veterinarian. If an owner brings in a 'violent' or muzzle dog for their safety, rozelin seemed to have this magical touch that would calm the animal and obey him, keeping him on his best behavior. From now on, he would pull out the muzzle and hug them. He guessed that they were simply not used to a gentle touch, or that they were a very anxious and aggressive dog.
His parents - his adoptive parents - always joked that he had a talent. Oh, how right they really were! If being a werewolf was truly a gift. Rose's brows furrowed. did they know She thought. He nodded; Of course, if she didn't know herself, they didn't know she was a werewolf, how could anyone else know?
After adding two and two, her eyes widened in shock. She realized that the wolves in the forest must be werewolves, but she imagined that the werewolves were the kind that stood on their hind legs soaring above anyone who came across them. Did they know there was one?
He lowered his head, wondering how this thing had lasted so long without knowing it was an animal. She didn't understand what it meant to be a wolf woman, but from the basics she'd learned from TV shows, she knew it wasn't a good thing.
"You had so much fun."
Rozelin looked to her left to see Alex watching her intently as she sat on the floor by the bars. His confused expression made her laugh,
"Your face has been streaking with vinegar for the past hour."
"I just found out I'm a werewolf." Rozelin turned to Alex, who continued to stare, "Besides, stop being a reptile! It's not normal behavior to stare at someone for an hour!"
Alex put her hand on her chest, mocking his comment, "But you've been the funniest thing since I've been here."
"Okay." Roselin pinched her thumb and finger close together, leaving very little space between them, suggesting a small amount.
Frank looked at his rosé from the hunched position on the other side of the wall. Looking at her, she realized that she was holding her stomach. This time, instead of approaching him, he interrogated him from where he was sitting,
"What is the problem?"
Frank noticed that she was looking where his hand was reaching; He undid the top of his overalls, revealing his stomach. Rozelin held her breath at what she saw. Dried blood covered his ribs and abdomen, with a seam running from the middle of his chest to his protruding hipbone. Not only was he covered in bruises, he was also skinny from malnutrition.
Looking at her face again, she saw that her brown eyes were sunken with hollow cheekbones that needed to be filled. Roselin turned her head and clenched her teeth; When he saw her and the situation they were in, anger rose in her. He looked from her into the dark corner where Gabriel was hiding, into the cell Alex occupied. These men were the same age as him; they had lives before that, probably families still looking for them.
He didn't care if he was punished or not. He will never despair of trying to escape; After looking at Frank, it motivated him even more to get himself and the rest of the 'Prisoners Club' out of hell.
"He'll get better soon. Don't worry."
Rozelin looked at Frank's sweaty face again. Not a good sign that he is recovering; It was a sign that he could get more infections. Worry lines forming on his head,
"What did they do?"
"Robert asked for a rib and pulled out another organ. I'm not sure what happened, but I passed out."
"Another organ?!" Alex asked casually, as if this were a weekly event.
Rozelin opened her mouth to ask him bubbling questions, but Frank stopped her.
"Yes. I don't know what they continue to do with them."
Rozelin looked between the couple, confused,
"What do you mean by 'they? How many organs did they take? How do you live now!? How did you wake up when Robert opened you up?! Who is Robert?!"
Rozelin couldn't help herself, she opened her mouth to the point where she was out of breath after the question.
"Breathe, roselle." Alex reached through the bars and squeezed her shoulder gently.
Calming down, she took a deep breath and answered Frank's worried gaze.
"I'm recovering fast. We'll be fine quickly. This isn't the first time he's lifted something from me. The only reason I fainted is because of the pain," he spat out the last sentence, "Robert is the guy who did experiments on us. Unfortunately, you'll meet him soon. Lab coat, grubby-looking, wearing glasses walking around He calls himself a scientist."
As both Frank and Alex sneer at the last statement, Rozel's new information
He looked at her with wide eyes. "How are you alive. Quick recovery aside, if an important organ is removed, your body gradually stops working depending on what was taken." Frank turned to her and grinned, "Forget it, it'll grow back," he chuckled and hissed bitterly, "You'll see. One of the labs has jars of these. And I'm the only werewolf they've studied." Rozelin was still stunned by what she had heard, but her ears pricked up at that moment, "Why just you?" Frank involuntarily snorted at her, then lowered his eyes apologetically with a shy smile. At the same time, Gabriel suddenly emerged from the shadows again. In the blink of an eye, she was leaning against the bars, smiling, showing her pearlescent teeth. It had a pair of teeth. Rosalina's pupils dilated. From the number of faces she pulls out of all the surprises she'll be seriously wrinkled by the end of the evening! "Oh, don't compare me to you animals," said Gabriel contemptuously. Frank snarled at him and Alex gave a catlike hiss from his side as he stared at Gabriel's sharp teeth. "Better than a leech," replied Frank. "Article!" Alex shouted from the sidelines like a jock. Gabriel just looked at the two of them. Rozelin nodded, pouting, her face now skeptical. Gabriel was a pale, strangely beautiful man. He hid in the dark parts of his cell, avoiding daylight. He was insulted just for being a leech. Sure, why didn't he add two with two? If there are werewolves and shapeshifters, then there must be vampires too. She rolled her eyes at herself and the world she was apparently now separated from. "Gabriel.." His voice came out in a whisper; couldn't help him. Was she supposed to be afraid of him now? Was it technically his food? "Yes?" His eyes widened again. Gabriel heard it from there! Wait, they were all some kind of entity. This means that they all have excellent hearing. "I don't have all day to watch your civil war with yourself," said Gabriel calmly, with some impatience. "What else are you going to do? Go out to dinner? See a movie? Counting the tiles on the ceiling..." Finn spoke again, but fell silent after Gabriel sent him daggers. "Gabriel... quite ironic. Your name is angel Gabriel, but you're a vampire..." Rozelin had to seriously learn when not to talk about such things; He watched a spark of pain rush across his features, but a grin quickly replaced it. "Is it known as the devil's spawn?" He finished his sentence. Rozelin bit her tongue as the two men beside her giggled. Gabriel sighed, "It's crossed my mind once or twice over the centuries." "Wait, wait. Centuries? How old are you?" Pushing aside her fears about the vampire man, Rozelin stood up and made her way to the bars on which he was leaning. "You know it's pretty rude to ask someone how old they are. Especially to a vampire, but since you're just a cub I'll let you go. Just this once." Even though his voice was threatening, his gaze softened towards her. Now that he was only a step away from her, he could see her features more clearly; although his eyes were the bluest color in the ocean, there were red spots radiating from his pupils. Suddenly, a smokescreen slowly invaded his mind as he gazed at her deep blue orbs. Gabriel smiled warmly at her as she unconsciously leaned towards him. "Rozelin" A pull on his arm pulled him away from this compelling presence and freed him from his stupor. His mind was instantly cleared; Looking to the side, Frank saw that he was now looking at Gabriel, his eyes shooting daggers at him. But Gabriel ignored the other werewolf; She just continued to stare at her rosette. "What just happened?" she asked with a look of surprise on her face. The tension in the room was palpable now. Gabriel ignored her question as a predatory grin formed on his face; The light shining in his teeth sent a shiver down his spine. "He tried to use mind control on you," Frank spat. "I tried," said Gabriel, rolling his eyes openly, "It's called coercion. Now stop giving away my secrets." "You gave your own secret!" Alex intervened. "I wanted to see if you were involuntary." "You know what they say about curiosity," said Alex. "Good thing I'm not a cat." Gabriel finally looked away from his rosé to look at the shapeshifter before him. Although he was confused by more things to worry about, he only noticed how Gabriel was unaffected by the silver bars. "If you're centenarian, doesn't that make you stronger? Can't you escape your cell? Or have I misunderstood all the TV shows I've watched on vampires?" His question interrupted the conversation, which he clearly did not listen to. Gabriel gave him a cold stare, his jaw now locked on her questioning. "Do you really think I'd still be here if I could get past the bars? They put an all-vampire drug in the air ducts. I'm always kept in a weak state; they release it every 30 minutes. It used to be every hour, but on one of my escapes, I dosed after ripping off a few heads of the hunter.
They've increased my angst." Gabriel's lips twitched in delight. Rozelin's little hope of rescuing the vampire she dreamed of flew out the window after her story. Sighing, Alex sat back in his original position next to her, and after a while he realized how tired he felt. Despite being away from Carter, the effects of the morning's beatings and wolfsbane still lingered. He felt his eyes close as he leaned his head against the wall. Although his mind was overloaded with all the new information, it didn't take long for him to fall into a dreamless sleep. After what felt like minutes but took hours, a loud bang and certain movements shook his body as he woke him up; His eyes widened as his heart leapt out of his chest. It took a while before he realized that the sound was coming from the cell door and that he was being dragged by two men in black military suits. His jaw clenched as he watched Frank struggle against the men before disappearing as he walked up the stairs. A wave of anger swept across her chest. Unbeknownst to Roseli, her nails grew like claws at her sides, warming her body. A thought crossed his mind that had exhausted him: They had to flee.
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As the night wore on, Rosalina's thoughts continued to drift to the franc, who still hadn't returned. He already had a rib and an organ was removed; What else could they do to him in a day? But he would not know; all this was brand new to him; All that was kidnapped and tortured was never taught in school. While his thoughts were complaining about his condition, his body was complaining about something completely different. Rozelin couldn't help fidgeting uncomfortably in her sitting position. He felt like his bladder was about to burst; he delayed all day, but now he came to him with a high vengeance; The worst part was that they had no visitors all day. Except for the guards who took Frank. He crossed his legs and searched his surroundings in hopes of finding a solution; He was running, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't pee himself! Rozelin leaned against the wall as she stood up, her legs crossed again, and her eyes tightly closed as she began to take deep, calming breaths. That was the last thing he had to worry about right now. Stupid bodily needs. "What's the matter? Stop making that face. It's not pretty... Seriously, are you in pain?" Alex watched her from her position behind bars. "If I keep holding this pee inside, I'm going to die!" Rosalie averted her eyes. He can also be comfortable with her; They would share the same space for a while. Alex's eyebrows rose, then relaxed as his eyes wrinkled with delight. "Normally there's a set schedule for toilet needs. Showers are twice a week; we'll actually leave here without torture or experimentation. And the toilet twice a day." "When's the next break!?" Alax shrugged and tried to decipher the time through the darkened window. "Soon? We should have delivered our food by now. It's pretty late." Roselin grit her teeth. "If you have to go, go, preferably to the corner next to Alex," Gabriel said from the cell door where he was sitting. "I can't pee in the corner like a dog!" "We tend to use a bucket in there anyway, so it doesn't make a difference. It's none of my business," Gabriel said with dull enthusiasm. Her head fell forward as she tried to think of what to do. "Looks like. There's a new hunter. Now that might be good for you, rozelin," Gabriel spoke again. Rozelin opened her eyes desperately to get the attention of this new hunter. But when he opened it, no one was there. Oh, vampire hearing. His senses were much better than his. After waiting impatiently for a few moments, a young man with short golden hair, who looked the same age as them, walked towards the cells. He carried two metal bowls and slid the first bowl from Alex's cell. Rozelin wobbled to the cell door wobbly. This new hunter was now standing before him. His eyebrows shot up in shock as he looked down from 1.80 m tall; an expression of pity shone on his face at his condition, he put his hand on the back of his head, feeling self-conscious; It seemed to save him from that fleeting moment as a mask of contempt rolled back into his features. "Back off." He barked. Rozelin took a few steps back as her trainers slid the bowl through the bars. He suddenly turned around and sped away. "Wait! Please! Sir!" yelled after Rozel. She stopped and stood erect, her back still turned to him. "I'm new here and I have to go to the bathroom." He pleaded from the cell he was in, leaning against the bars, almost in distress. She turned around, her eyes wide with shock, but she returned to her cell, her face calm once again. "Hands," he said sternly. He lowered his eyes to the ground and held his hands in front of him; he hissed at the contact of the chains tangling around his wrists. The man then lowered it down and looked at him expectantly, "Don't you want to go to the toilet?" She returned to him. Rozelin shut her mouth and nodded before approaching the bars; He reached out and wrapped the chains tightly around her ankles. Once connected
Then, the young hunter opened the door of the cell and grabbed her by the arm before pushing her forward. Unlike Carter, his push wasn't that hard, and he found himself walking normally.
Rozelin started to make her way up the stairs, but was later picked up by a hooded tugboat. Looking back, he saw the hunter pointing at a bucket in the corner, a serious expression on his face.
"Please. I can't go there," Rozel pleaded, her face hard as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Please, I can't get ahead of them or you.." He walked slowly towards her; He tensed at the sudden proximity, "I have to go to number two," he whispered, then looked away as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
She looked at him after clearing her throat.
"Look, I'm not comfortable telling you this either, but come on, you don't want to do that while people-watching." He looked at her pleadingly with his big blue eyes and felt a small victory when he saw her. her demeanor changes and her shoulders relax with a sigh.
"Lets." She wrapped her chains around her wrists and tugged lightly for her to follow.
Turning her head, she smiled mischievously at the men staying in the cells. Although he was really in a hurry to go to the bathroom, he didn't need number two. She was taking this chance to get out of the basement and explore the rest of the building. And to check for possible escape routes.
After ascending the upper floor and descending a series of corridors, nothing in particular stood out as she peered intently from the windows to the doors and bare corridors. After another turn, there was a door in front of them marked women's restrooms. He took a step but backed away; The hunter looking to his left was glaring at him.
"You've got three minutes. Just a little more, I'm going through that door whether you're done or not."
"You really don't want to go in there, do you?"
"three minutes"
Rozelin sprang through the door and went to the nearest cell. His thoughts were calculations as his body thanked him for relieving himself. He was in a public restroom; they were definitely in some kind of institution or campus. Locked metal doors and pin pads on the sides indicated the latter.
He left the cabin and went to the sink to wash his hands; As he did so, his teal eyes met in the mirror's reflection and he gasped at what he saw. His hair was covered in blood, possibly from the wound to his left from the baseball bat or multiple beatings. Parts of his face were swollen with bruises; mascara was dripping from her eyes, which didn't go so well with the maroon bruise under her left eye.
She slapped her face quickly, taking some time to enjoy the coolness of the water on her warm skin. Drying her hands, she looked quickly at the restrooms; His heart began to pound loudly as anticipation scratched his throat. She didn't know how long she had left, but time was of the essence, she. It was the first time he'd ever been alone since he'd arrived, and he wasn't about to waste a second.
Rozelin squinted her eyes, then looked up at the ceiling. Gabriel had always been weak from the medicine they had given the ventilation system. His face lit up after his eyes saw an air duct near the far end chamber. Light and quick on her feet, she made her way to the bathroom and climbed onto the couch. Fortunately, she was taller than average for a woman; he raised his hands and smiled when he noticed that the screws were loose; He pulled her towards him and he relaxed with a small explosion.
Rozelin inserted the rectangular rod into the vent, then pulled herself up to take a closer look at the ceiling. The air blew in his face as he searched the dark passage.
BANG BANG BANG!
"I'm coming in!"
Rozelin tensed and fell to the ground; He ran halfway to one of the sinks and splashed water on his face as the door opened. She calmed her slightly flushed expression and looked towards the golden-haired hunter. He tilted his head and asked:
"If you stay there, can I straighten my hair?"
She looked at him in disbelief, "Wait a minute. I'm not your babysitter."
"It looks like me," he muttered to himself.
The hunter was now standing behind her, watching her intensely as her chin tickled as she struggled to put her hair in a messy bun. She noticed that Rose looked much better now, apart from the bruises and bumps; The panda eyes and dried blood were now gone.
They stood there in an uncomfortable silence, the rosé continued to stare at her reflection, but her gaze remained indifferent. Biting her lip, she began to believe that this novice hunter was not like the others.
She decided to test her knowledge, she. In the documentaries he watched about kidnappings, they always discussed how humanizing yourself against your kidnapper helps your chances of survival. Or in her case, to make her short stay a little more enjoyable.
"What is your name?" ' asked Rozelin, meeting her eyes in the reflection of the mirror.
His lips twitched and he crossed his arms over his chest. She ignored him.
"Mine is rosé. My friends used to think my real hair color was like yours. But they're wrong. It's natural."
"Why are we talking about your hair?" She replied with a confused expression.
"Oh, he's talking." bow eyes
She glowed with joy, "Well, you looked like you really cared about my hair. Even my ex didn't show that much attention." "Hurry up." "What is your name?" Before taking a deep breath, the Hunter said, "If you stop talking and do your hair quietly. I'll give it to you." "How will I know you will do it?" After more silence filled the room, she turned to Rozel. Freeing her hair, she brought her hands towards him, pointing to her little finger; He frowned, confused. "Well, promise me you'll give me your name." she groaned. "Pink finger promise!" "Good!" She snapped, bringing her little finger to hers as they made a quick promise. Rozelin smiled at him and made him look away with a small blush on his cheeks. Rozelin continued to do her hair as she evaluated the man in the mirror; With her curvaceous body, hazel eyes, and full lips, she was handsome if she always stopped frowning. After being caught watching her, she looked at her reflection again. When her hair was gone, she turned to the hunter andteleported to him. "Alright?" She kept her lips sealed as she stared at him. "You know a pink promise is true, right? You can't take it back." The man in front of Rozel gave a smile. He watched in silence. "My name is Chase." "Well, nice to meet you, Chase." She rolled her eyes and gently took him by the arm to return him to his cell. When Rozelin returned to her cell, Frank was lying on the floor, facing away from her. As soon as he sat on the ground, the lights went out. I guess that means it's bedtime? Rozelin did not tell the others what she found in the toilets. She didn't want to get anyone in trouble, especially if it wasn't going to do any good. When she found out for sure that the air ducts were a possible escape route, she would explain it to them. Until then, she would spy as best she could. The next week she found herself in a routine. It's not like the program Alex mentioned, which is actually correct. Each day she watched as one of them was removed and then returned bleeding, unconscious, or in shock. As the days passed, his anxiety grew, he was expected to be picked up that day and returned in the same condition as the others. But the hunters never touched him, not even Carter. He turned and hurled insults at her or took his anger out on the other. But he never raised a finger at her again. So, when he wasn't rolling in self-pity, he made it his mission to stay hopeful and keep making plans. He was always very careful about the hunter's change patterns; Chase tended to be there in the evenings, so he would take her to the bathroom each time, probing the air duct more thoroughly each time. But on the eighth day his luck finally seemed to run out. Carter and another hunter appeared outside his cell in the morning and knocked him against the bars, waking him from a blissful slumber. A smile crossed Carter's punchable face. "The boss wants to see you." All eyes were now on her rosé as she silently looked at Cartar. "Hold it." Frank stopped immediately in front of the rosé, protectively; his claws were enlarged, his eyes glowing a bright amber color as a snarl escaped his lips. "Get out of the way or I'll shoot. I heard a silver bullet hurt like a bitch," Carter spat. Rozelin stared in horror at the gun pointed at Frank. His face darkened as he feared further harm would come to his friend. "Stand up Frank" He continued to growl, so Rozelin grabbed him by the shoulder hard and looked intently into his eyes. "I said stop." "Is this an order?" He growled as he stared at the two approaching hunters. "Yes!" Rozelin didn't recognize his voice, but Frank made a groaning sound and opened his neck as he walked away from her. As Carter closed the door, the hunter grabbed him and crashed into the cell. The gun was aimed at him as the chains wound around him. Rozelin started walking alongside them, but was stopped by Carter. He turned it "Go ahead. I forgot something." A cruel smile spread across his face. A gunshot rang in the room. Rozelin screamed in horror when she saw Frank fall to the floor, blood gushing from his stomach. Carter grabbed her by the hair and brought her close to her face as her lips curled in disgust. "No one gets special treatment. Not even you"