The subject had now been pregnant for four weeks when one investigator came into Mr Sark's room and said: "Something is wrong. I think the pregnancies are aborting."
The subject had been anesthetized with various drugs to make her asleep, and Mr. Sark had continued his relentless testing. Although the subject was pregnant, it would also provide important information about the effects of drugs on pregnant women and fetuses.
Mr Sark jumped up. The embryos had to be rescued. What caused this, he did not know, and whether it was a drug or the subject himself. He ordered all the tissues to be harvested. Sark wondered in his mind the reason for this, but it would have to be investigated, and with the subject being so unique, it could take time.
With this subject, all prior knowledge had to be almost forgotten, and he learned the anatomy and physiology of this subject from scratch. She had become so unique that they did not know at the start. Sark suspected it subject would never could programmed, its brain scans were so unique. And now this. Sark looked irritably at his subordinate.
The scientist looked at him for a while and said. "Perhaps you'd better come and see for yourself, Sir."
Sark sighed and thought to himself that this guy was not getting a promotion. He doesn't always have to hold the hands of his subordinates.
Mr Sark went off to follow the scientist. He went to the door of the target's room. The stink was in the air, coming from the doorway. This was a little different from what he had originally assumed.
I woke up to tremendous pain, and the feeling of something wet between my legs, stinking. I felt a hot flood coming from my pussy again, cramps were going through my lower body, and I moaned in a weak voice.
I didn't know what was wrong now and what the hell this pain was, this stench was. Panic struck, but the pain was keeping me awake now. I was still shackled with my feet in stirrups while the examiner ultrasound my cunt and stomach. But I could hear the examiners talking.
"Complete abortion, including reproductive organs, uterus, and ovaries, some kind of toxic reaction or immune reaction involved."
Sark was also in the room. He was looking at the green sludge that had been partially absorbed into the bed. The ultrasound said it all. The uterus, ovaries, and fallopian tubes had all liquefied, disintegrated, and were now oozing out of the subject's pussy as a green stinking sludge.
The subject was moaning and pale. The sludge was accompanied by blood clots the size of the palm of a hand.
The stench alone told Sark that no stem cells would be found. But he told them to take it all back. Including the blood clots. If only they could restore the subject's fertility. The subject could grow a new liver, so why not reproductive organs?
He wanted to know what caused this reaction and how to prevent it. What was causing this reaction? Was it the drugs? Was it the subject himself because she hadn't had her first heat yet, or was it some kind of abortion that the embryos weren't proper? They didn't have a proper imagining of the embryos because they were tiny, so he didn't know if it was a developmental problem. But he should test the blue dream more on other pregnant subjects—supernatural ones.
Sark said, "Do an exploratory surgery, put the subject to sleep and into the operating room, see if there are any signs of infection or poisoning in the abdominal cavity, and clean this up and get this fucking stink out of here."
They anesthetized the subject, and Sark had new anesthetic drugs that seemed to work. They were effective and kept the subject well asleep. Previous victims had been panicked by these drugs, but Sark wanted to see how the subject digested and eliminated these drugs as well.
The subject was taken to the operating theatre, and one team cleaned the room and removed the smell. In the operating room, Sark opened the target and began to examine it. The abdominal cavity was irritated, but there were no clear signs of inflammation, and everything pointed strongly to some kind of immune reaction. The reproductive system had completely disappeared.
They allowed the target to heal; no stitches were needed as this one had good healing ability. They took several blood tests and watched for inflammation. All the sex hormones in the subject were at rock-bottom levels.
It appeared that the Target was not growing new reproductive organs. Similarly, the mystery hormone in the blood had completely disappeared. Mr Sark was somewhat disappointed, but he couldn't help it.
Examining the tissue mass told them nothing because it broke down before they could examine it properly. One theory was an immune reaction, and another was some kind of reaction to the drugs. But they had no definitive research on it, no evidence, just theories. Also, the sperm that Salvatore had donated had not survived freezing.
Sark was more than disappointed, but this was science; the target was unique, and he knew he had to be patient and persistent when working with this. Setbacks were to be expected anyway, and he didn't know what all the problems with the target would be.
Mr Sark wanted to examine the subject in the form of a wolf. He had recently developed a full moon lamp that could transform the subject into a werewolf without the need for a full moon. He told his subordinates to keep the subject asleep and then place it under the ball lamp. The subject did not change. Fine, so it had to be awake.
They set it up and put the subject on, shackling her leg tightly. The subject was in a safe room and would not escape. They drew a circle on the floor to mark for others where the subject could get to so the staff would know not to get too close. The target was ready, chained up naked, and now they just had to wait for it to wake up.
I woke up. I was on something hard, and I wasn't tied down. I was lying on the floor naked, and I was so fucking confused. These new drugs that these scientists were stuffing into me made me panic and unsure who was who, enemy or friend. Panic took over my mind, and I didn't act rationally at any point while this was going on.
Although this was a familiar panic, I could not act in any rational way, and the helplessness and powerlessness hit me. Now, even worse, I got up and tried to walk. At least I could stand. Though my eyes were blurry and unfocused and I was dizzy, I was thin as hell and tired, my body had been through a lot and I knew that at some point there would be another limit.
I took a few steps and realized I couldn't go any further. My right ankle was chained to the floor. The shackle was tight around my ankle and instead of actually trying to unlock the shackle, which would have been easy if I'd been in my right mind, I just dragged my foot and looked at the shackle in amazement.
Finally, there were footsteps, and the door opened. The floor felt cold under my feet. I was goosebumps all over as the medicine kept me even colder. The room was gloomy. This was some kind of basement almost, and here, too, was a large mirror. I didn't think it was two-sided; this was another observation room.
I just looked at my own reflection: skinny and dirty; my blonde hair had been cut at some point. It extended in barely dirty strands to my shoulders; my body was like an anorexic's, every bone almost showing, and my expression was emotionless, cold, desperate, even animalistic.
I began to hate these scientists. They had no mercy. They saw my miserable state, and no one helped. My killer instincts were awakening, and it would take time, but I felt something stirring inside me.
Two investigators brought a tall lamp into the room and attached it with a brake mechanism to the floor. It was metal and had a strange large bulb, not a normal light bulb, but this one was oddly shaped, almost a spiral, and it didn't really have any shade. I couldn't reach it. I noticed a circle drawn on the floor that showed me how far I could reach.
The scientists were careful to keep their distance from me. I didn't even know to seek my rage yet consciously, but my rage slowly reacted as my killer instincts aroused anger and bitterness towards the scientists. I couldn't understand how to speak. I must have sounded like an animal.
The sound came from deep in my throat, making the other investigator flinch a little. This activated my wolf and vampire instincts as I sensed their fear and smelled it. My inner darkness was stretching again. It wanted out, enjoying killing everyone of these.
Just as if they'd noticed my predatory and vampiric side had been awakened, they acted quickly. The lamp was out of my reach. The scientists turned the lamp so that it would hit me and lit it. It was like a hinged, almost dentist or surgeon's lamp on wheels; There was the strange bulb.
The light came on and was very bluish. Strange and somehow a little flickering at first. I felt nothing; the researchers moved the lamp a little and pressed one of the buttons. The lamp started humming and when the light came on; I fell to my knees.
My knee bent at an abnormal angle, and I began to pant, and somehow, a familiar pain began to surface. Then I realized and cursed in my mind. Shit. I was changing shape. I was in pretty damn lean shape to go through this and my shapeshifting seemed to increase my panic.
Well, maybe this would have the benefit of even allowing me to escape. I was helpless as I couldn't stop my transformation, and these drugs that sustained my panic and hopelessness blocked all rational thought; I now went on instinct and emotion alone. I was more animalistic than ever.
I accepted what was happening, and I didn't fight it. I let the pain come. It took my attention away from the panic, hopelessness, and powerlessness for just a moment. Half an hour later, I had just finished my transformation. Mimosa was not in charge, I was.
The shackle was still on my leg, but now I was ready to free myself and act; the panic was on, but so were the wolf's instincts, and I was in a very dangerous mode. But it took me a moment to get myself aligned and stand up.
I hadn't had time to do anything to free myself when Mr. Sark entered, shot four tranquilizer darts into my shoulder, and retreated behind the door. He was too quick, and those darts were felt. I grunted and groaned. I could feel the burning effect of the silver and how it intensified the drug's effect, whatever the fuck that was.
The panic started to hit again, and it took my attention away from instinct or action, from getting myself unstuck, as I twitched wildly and yelped like a wild beast, drool splattering all over the place.
Mimosa was of no use because whatever drug caused that panic also affected Mimosa, who was sick and wanted to escape. Mimosa was weak, and they had taken out the enzyme again somewhere in between, and it seemed to weaken the Mimosa even more.
I felt my vision blurring and my fight coming to an end as despair and panic took over as I felt the effects of the drug properly. My legs began to give out, and no matter how I fought and struggled, trying to hold on to wake up, I was too weak and soon I collapsed onto my stomach, burying my muzzle between my front paws before the darkness took me again.
Scientists were disappointed when the subject, even in wolf form, had no reproductive organs or hormones in its blood. The subject remained reproductively infertile. Sark knew there was plenty to study in this beast and plenty of it. He ordered a whole slew of tests and made sure his subjects did what he wanted them to do. Dr Morrisey had thought that he had created this monster but Sar knew better there had been entire team of scientist, with Morrisey and with Kendrick as well.
He examined some samples himself and ordered the enzyme to be collected, but they didn't put platinum in the liver. It seemed to boost enzyme production for quite a while, and he hadn't yet studied everything the subject's enzymes could do. The researchers were very wary of the target. They had seen how four very strong darts, a dose suitable for an elephant to kill, had taken time to work and render the target unconscious.
However, when their boss insisted, they continued to examine the wolf form and obtained many tissue samples from it. It then turned out that the effect of the lamp lasted up to eight hours. The subject changed shape, and they were again a little unsure how safe this was.
It seemed that the subject was able to change shape when sedated back to human form, but not to wolf form. The boss gave the commands again, and they recorded every moment of the subject changing shape while sedated.
The entire process was filmed and studied, and reports and analyses were written. They also took tissue samples in the middle of the change. They were scared, but the boss insisted. It seemed that the boss didn't get his hands dirty unless he had to and used them to do all the work, but then again, they had fantastic pay, and this work gave new information every day about things that nobody knew about or had published and that feeling was something that kept them going.
It wasn't any kindness to the subjects or to any of the many subjects that were in the institution; it was pure scientific curiosity and when they didn't see the subjects as anything but animals they had to dissect them open, learn all about them and exploit them as much as possible.