Chapter 3

I laid back on my cot and looked up at the dark ceiling. I couldn't really make out that many shapes and I assumed that was also concrete or brick or whatever.

I let my mind wander back to Liam. I really hope he’s okay. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't. Just the thought of Liam being injured, or worse, made tears spring to my eyes. I felt so useless. Why couldn't I just keep him out of this?

The cement opened and light flooded in, blinding me momentarily.

I placed my hands distantly from my face, trying to block out the light but still see what is happening. A couple of silhouettes blocked some light from view, getting bigger and bigger as they closed in on me.

Oh my gosh, please no! I mentally screamed.

That was something else dreadfully wrong with dreaming the future.

You knew when you were going to die.

And my time was now.

Big, beefy hands enveloped my arms and yanked me up, dragging me to the door. I pushed myself to fight, to do something, but my numb feet only scraped the ground with defeat.

“Elana, no! Let go of her!” Nathan yelled from the tiny hole in the wall. “No!”

The two men roughly dragged my unresponsive body out of the room. Nathan protested the whole way until the heavy door slammed shut and his cries were silenced.

I closed my eyes at the stunning light from the hallway. The familiar sterile smell from my dream found its way into my nose and I cringed at the familiarity.

A big, deformed glass door at the end of the hallway stood in contrast to the solid metal doors lined against the wall. The men stopped, one releasing his bruising grasp as he punched numbers on a pad.

I'm not going to die.

I mentally coached myself and found all the strength I had. I moved my limp arm from my side and hit the other guard at my right.

My knuckles connected with his eye and he screamed. Grabbing at his eye, he let go of my arm and I bolted.

I ran down the hall, counting the doors to see what room Nathan was in. My sixth sense kicked in and felt him pacing in the room just a couple doors down. I heard yells and accusations behind me as footfalls started to follow. If I just made it there in time...

I reached the handle and spun it as quickly as I could, shoving the door at the same time.

The hard door was heavy and I barely had it open when Nathan heaved it the rest of the way and followed me out to the hall.

“Stop or I'll shoot!” An indifferent voice yelled from behind me.

I almost didn't stop, daring them to shoot me, that I was going to die here anyway and I better not go down without a fight.

But Nathan tugged on my arm and halted me. When I turned around, I realized why.

The gun he held could hardly be classified as a gun. It looked like a bazooka on steroids, decked out in gadgets and tools I thought people only put in movies.

The man holding it was the doctor I saw in my dream. The man in a white doctor coat narrowed his enlarged eyes through his thin wired glasses perched at the tip of his nose.

He looked just like he did in my dream, which was not as comforting as it probably should be.

He smirked as he came closer to me, the gun glaringly obvious. “Let's figure out what makes you so different.”

“Don't do it,” Nathan sneered, lips barely moving as his teeth started to sharpen.

The doctor smiled cruelly, the look haunting on his face.

Before she knew it, everything happened at once.

An echoing 'Bang' vibrated through the hall as Nathan shifted to his wolf form and jumped in front of me. He whimpered as a bullet engaged with him and he fell to the floor, writhing in pain.

Blood started to darken his already black fur where a gaping red hole was. His breathing became labored and I felt him start to panic.

My side started to cramp and I grabbed it, willing it to stop. I fell to my knees next to Nathan, not even caring that we were still being threatened by some mad scientist.

An excruciating pain lodged in my side and I felt my stomach start to twist in contortion.

I looked down, but saw nothing. Another wretched scream tore through me and I felt the edges of my vision turning black.

I looked up at the gun, nearly sneering. The man in the white coat was smiling, enjoying our torment. Nathan let out a growl, noticing the same thing.

The guards were behind him held a stone look on their face, seeming to be unaffected by the scene, as if it happened every day. That thought scared me. A lot.

My vision started to blur as I experienced more pain in my side.

I looked down at it again, but there was still nothing there. Not a scratch ripped through my filthy pajamas from the other night.

The pain became all too much and I felt my vision blurring, barely registering the cold tile on my face before I lost consciousness.

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