Chapter 3: The Compound
A man who looked no older than 20, advances to where I was sitting. He has brownish blond hair and is well built. I can see the tattoo, a black bloody dagger, that marks you as a tracker, peeking out from his jacket. I growled an unearthly snarl when he came near me. Unfazed, he grabs me by my shoulders, hoists me up and pushes me towards the door. Keeping a firm hand on my shoulder he leads me to the line the others are standing in. There are some more trackers outside but these ones have tranquilizer guns and tasers. Carson and Roy are dragged out by their collars and dropped on the ground next to my feet. When everyone was out of the van, the trackers lead us into the compound.
They lead us down a hallway into an enforced room. Before we entered the trackers took off the restraints and herded us into the room, Carson and Roy had awoken, so they didn't need to be dragged into the room like before. On the far wall, are three rooms made of glass, on the opposite wall is a steel table with one of the Trackers sitting behind it. We walk into the middle of the room and stand as still as we can. A voice comes on over the speaker, the voice travels to every available space and filling it with sound.
"Welcome to BlueWell Facility. You will organize yourselves into a line in front of the desk to your right." The voice said.
We got into line like the voice instructed and we started moving forward once they were done at the table. The ones that were done headed for the glass rooms. While I waited for my turn to come up I watched the wolves that were lining up in front of the rooms. A tracker then would take their info and type it into a table, then let them in. The first ones entered. When they did their name and info was displayed above the numbers marking the rooms. When they were in the rooms a door made out of the same material as the walls of the room, closed the werewolves into them. They went and stood to one side of the room and did something I couldn't see, the rooms were soundproof so I couldn't hear what they were told to do either, assuming the voice was giving instructions like before. When they were done a door opened in the room and they walked into them and the next person walked in when it was closed. I was next.
"Name," the Tracker said in a bored tone.
"Kimber Wolfman" He typed it into a tablet.
"Go to Room three"
I headed for the room with the gigantic three overhead. When I got there, I was second in line, a mutt was in front of me. He soon was asked by the tracker what his name, Daniel Gornick, was and a few other questions that they could have easily gotten if they looked through some birth records and driver license records. The mutt entered the room, being trapped in there seconds after. Soon it was my turn.
I went through the procedure of Name: Kimber, Age : seventeen, Birth: March 6th 2000, When were you infected: Wasn't infected just born this way, "Ok" when was your first change: When I was eleven, Eye Colour: Are you blind, because you seem perfectly capable of seeing yourself, Eye Colour: *Huff* brown, Hair Colour: Brown, Height: 6'3", Height: That is my Height you twit. Looking up for the first time, his eyes widened at the fact that I was a good 3" taller than him. Then after he composed himself I got a glare and I have a feeling that it wasn't just because I called him a twit.
"You may enter the room"
I stepped into the room. The door shutting behind me.
"The walls and door are shatterproof so don't try to escape, the room is also sound proof." the voice explained "On your left, you will see a hole on the wall, stick your arm in there to get your ID. You will stay in here until you do so don't try to resist."
I stuck my arm into the hole. When I heard a beep my arm came out with a metal band around it with the numbers 3957 on it.
"Please head through the door in front of you"
When I went through the door and I was met by a robot with scissors. The room was small and had plain gray walls and a gray painted floor. Basically a small gray box with a chair in the middle.
"Please sit in the chair in front of you to receive your haircut." the robot instructed. " Don't try to resist, you will just be tracked down later and receive it with force. Better to have it done now."
I sat down and undid my braid, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. The robot approached me from behind and started to cut off my hair in clumps. The clumps falling to the floor around me in wisps. When it was done my hair was a straight, plain, shoulder-length cut.
"Please proceed to the next door," the robot said.
The next one was nearly identical except the chair was now two boxes.
"Place all your belongings into the box on the left and your clothes in the right. Head through the next door after your done for your shower." said the disembodied voice from the sign-up room.
I do as I'm told shrugging out of my black leather jacket, pulling my shirt over my head and I kick off my jeans. I put everything in the two boxes, all but my bank notes and credit cards. I was going to get out of here one way or another, so I'll need them when the time comes.
I then head through yet another door, with my money clutched in my fists. The next room is just one big shower. I put my money on a shelf that's holding the soap. I turn on the shower and wash my newly shortened hair. After five minutes the shower automatically shuts off and I wring my hair out and wrap a towel around me that I grabbed from the room attached to the shower.
Waiting in a chair is a pair of black combat boots along with a gray set of cargo pants that were too short by a few inches, and a white tank top. When I was dressed and my money was stored I the bottom of my boots, my hair ties in a ponytail, and my pants tucked into my boots I headed through the last door.
A woman is waiting for me on the other side. She was a fairly average height with short, dishwater blonde hair. She was wearing the normal Tracker outfit of a black T-shirt and black jeans, along with a black bikers jacket, the tattoo that marked you a Tracker showing on her neck.
"Follow me," she waved me on with a swift movement of her hand. She led me through twisted corridors into a white lab-like room.
"Sit on the table," she then left, to what I assumed was to get the doctor. When the door opened again a woman with jet black hair came in. She was wearing a lab coat, which usually is a bad sign. She went and started to prepare a syringe. When she was done she wiped a spot on my elbow and stuck to syringe into my flesh. She took three vials of blood then she got a fingerprint of all my fingers and a sample of spit. After that was done she summoned another Tracker to take me away.
The woman was different this time. She had rusty brown hair scraped back into a tight, high ponytail. She was dressed the same way as the last Tracker but instead of a leather bikers jacket, she had a tight-fitting black sweater that was zipped up halfway. I was lead through another maze of hallways that lead us to the camp. She showed me the buildings that made the camp and what they were for like the cafeteria, cabins, designated changing areas, laundry room etc. When the tour was over she brought me to my cabin.
"You will be having your own cabin since you're the only born female werewolf in any of the compounds right now. Tomorrow morning you will be instructed to go to the auditorium for a presentation." the woman said, she seemed a lot nicer than the other one I had earlier.
"Thanks, um" I paused.
"Nya, Nya Smith," she said with a smile.
"Thanks, Nya," I say, then head into the cabin.
The cabin was clean, the floors were swept, and the bunks were made with clean sheets. I head for the bunk near the window and undid my laces, then I place them at the edge of my bed. After that was done I put my smuggled belongings under my mattress for safe keeping. I lay down on top of my covers and close my eyes, dreaming of the forest and the thrill of the hunt, wondering if I'll ever experience it again.
I wake up the next morning to the sound of a whistle. Startled, I fall onto the floor with a thud.
"Morning sunshine time to get up," says Nya, smiling with amusement.
"What am I supposed to do, photosynthesis," I say more than annoyed. She starts to laugh, her head lifted towards the ceiling. When that's done she puts the whistle away. She places a new set of clothes on the edge of my bunk.
"Thanks for that. I don't get to laugh like that very often anymore" she says with renewed amusement. "You're needed for a mandatory meeting in the auditorium"
"Always happy to amuse someone after being woken by the shrill of a whistle," I say, still groggy from sleep and mad at the timing. "I'll be there in a sec"
I get dressed and head for the auditorium. It is a grand building made of concrete walls without windows and thick iron double doors. The inside is filled with steel benches going all the way up to the wooden stage, where there is a podium made of the same material as the doors, bolted to the floor. There are some black and gray banners hanging on the walls, saying things like being a werewolf isn't a weapon and it needs to be contained and nonsense like that in white writing. The others I arrived within the van, were already seated on the benches near the front, I took a seat next to Roy.
"What's the presentation supposed to be about" I whisper in his ear.
"It's supposed to be about the rules and regulations of the facility" he answers a little anxious. I look back at the front of the room. There is now a woman standing behind the podium. Turns out I wasn't the only one who noticed, the room goes dead silent.
"Good morning, my name is Debra Schwarz. I am the Warden of this compound. During your stay here at BlueWell, you will be expected to follow some rules," She says with practiced authority in her voice. "Rule number one, No changing outside of the designated change zones unless given permission by an employee who works at this facility, " she says in a strict voice. "Do you understand ?" We all nod in mute agreement. "Rule number two, you will all be expected to do chores and jobs around the camp. If there is an argument with this, you may come up and say it to my face." She looks around for anyone who would dare defy her.
"You will also be expected to go to classes. In your classes, you will learn how to control your actions in different situations. If you are successful in your lessons then you will be rewarded with privileges," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
"If there is a conflict of any sort, employees have every right to taser the offender." With that thought she takes out a black remote from her pocket, she presses the button on it, and that is the last thing I remember before I hear this horrid sound. I clutch my head to try to squeeze it from my brain. I howl in agony, the pain so gruesome it is the only thing I'm aware of. Then as quick as it started it stops, relieving my screaming headache to a dull throb. Dazed I slowly rise from the floor and sit back in my seat along with the others.
"That was an HFD that you just witnessed. These HFDs are in the possession of every employee that will be interacting with you, again they will be used if deemed necessary."
After that pleasant demonstration, she goes over the rest of the rules we were expected to follow. When we were dismissed we were handed our schedules. Something I found out about the metal bands on our wrists, later in the presentation, was that they were to let them know where we were at all times and to activate the HFDs that were placed in the areas that we were forbidden to go near. They were specially made to expand when we changed and if we tried to take it off a staff member would be alerted and they would taser us and we would be dragged off and placed in a containment block till they were sure we wouldn't try it again.
As I headed for my first class I overhear two of the guards talking about a delivery. Before they could see me, I hide behind a corner of the building and listen in to the conversation.
".... It's going to be late and arriving close to 9:00 tonight to pick up the stock" Says man number one.
"Good, make sure it's already by the loading bay by then." says the other man accompanying him.
"Yes, sir," says the first man, leaving his companion.
Heading for my class I put together a plan for an escape. When I finished thinking the plan through, I headed to my class. I would tell Carson at dinner to see who else should come with me on my escape.
My class for the day was for control of my changes when under extreme stress. Great, not like that's already hard enough when I'm angry. We were supposed to meet at the cage in sector C. When I got there my "classmates" turned out to be all be mutts. This just keeps getting better and better. I stood a little straighter and held my head high as I approached the mutts. They were all lined up, waiting. As I approached the end of the line to take my place among them, a few mutts looked in my direction. They were eying me with curiosity, wanting to see the only known born female werewolf.
"Why hello cutie," said the mutt next to me.
"Watch it, Mutt" I replied coldly.
"Feisty one, aren't we," He chuckled, putting an arm around my shoulders. A slapped his hand away, growling.
"Watch it," I growled threateningly. He didn't take the hint. He grabbed me and pulled me closer. I slugged him, sending him reeling. His hand flew up to touch his cheek, his tongue feeling the inside of his mouth. He spit out a glob of blood.
"You shouldn't have done that girly," he growled.
"Ya, well you should have taken the hint that I'm not interested." I snarled back at him. He lunged.
I knocked him out of the air with the side of my clenched fist. Sending him sprawling onto the ground. He was up faster than I could blink. He was trembling with fury. The mutt charged with his fists raised. I blocked most of the hits, but a few made contact. He got me on the side, throwing me off balance. Taking advantage of that he kicked me in the middle of my back sending me into the ground, dirt filled my mouth. I spit it out and got back up onto my feet before he could kick me. I twisted at the last second and leaped at him. A tackled him to the ground pinning him underneath me. I started to hit him in the face but was stopped by the other mutts trying to me off him. So now they decide to join in on the fun. I started to struggle, catching the odd mutt in the stomach or face. They succeeded in pulling me off him, but it took seven of them to do that and another five to restrain me. While I was struggling the mutt got up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing more blood across his face.
"You're going to pay for that," He came up to me and punched me in the gut with enough force to have me coil around his fist. I dropped to my knees, groaning. He kicked me in the head sending me flying to the right. Concentrating as hard as I could, I partly transformed my hand into this misshapen form. My nails were thick and dark and the back of my hand was covered with a dark brown fur, my finger long and gnarled. The mutts backed away from me like I had a disease they didn't want to catch. I got up and faced the mutt, then thrust my hand at his face, cutting him, making deep grooves in his skin. He screamed.
"You like that. It's a little Pack trick." I taunted. I could see his muscles twitching under his shirt. The injury was too much for him, he had to transform to heal it. Good. That should give me enough time to finish him off. Suddenly that cursed noise filled my brain. I screamed and crumbled to the ground, writhing in pain. Finally, they released the button on the HFD.
"That will be quite enough," said the Tracker that had come to the scene. This one was a male with tousled, blond hair and a muscular build.
"No get off the ground and in line like good dogs," he said with a smirk. Grumbling and rubbing our ears, we reluctantly obeyed.
"Now, I need a volunteer," he said looking at the line with eager eyes. "You," he said pointing at the mutt that I had fought with. He hesitant stepped forward, his face was still dripping with some blood. The tracker handed him a pocket knife.
"Cut your arm and enter the cage when I tell you to," he instructed. "Everyone on the right side of me, head into the cage." That was my side. We headed into the cage.
"Do it now," he said to knife mutt. After he cut himself he entered the cage and the tracker shut the cage door behind him and locked it.
I realized too late that the blood was to trigger the mutts' hunger for blood. It would flood their senses and make them go mad. Plus add the fact that the mutt that was told to cut himself would have to change heal from that wound and the one I gave him, therefore making it worse. They all collapsed in synchronization. Some had fallen a little later because they had better control but were overcome by their instincts quickly. The sound of snapping branches and fabric tearing filled my ears. I fought to control my instincts, the only reason I hadn't already collapsed to the control, was because I was a member of the Pack. The Pack was way better at control and fighting, but not all of us had strong enough wills to resist this type of temptation. The more wolves that changed at a time made the temptation almost impossible to resist, add the smell of blood and that made it far more worse. I clutched my head, curling into a ball to try to stop my instincts from taking over. I could feel my muscles withering under my skin, the snake traveling across my back. The fire racing down my spine. The pain made worse by my attempt at defying my instincts to change. I howled in pain, but the pain was nothing compared to my determination not to change in front of the Tracker for their entertainment. This went on for what seemed like forever. Me withering in pain and the mutts howling all around me, trying to tempt me even more into changing and joining them. Finally that now blessed sound rang throughout my ears stopping the transformation. The mutts returned to their human form and gathered around the bin that held more clothes for them because the other had been reduced to rags. My shirt was hanging in tatters on my body so I changed that then left the cage, proud that I had resisted the urge to change.. The next group went in after us. They didn't have much luck and we're all transformed after three minutes. I really hope I never have to go through that again.
After the horrible lesson it was dinner time, so we headed for the cafeteria in section F. Carson and Roy were waiting for me at a table that was filled with the rest of the Pack member that had been captured along with us. I grabbed my food from the line and headed for the table and sat next to Roy and across from Carson.
"What took you so long kid," asked Carson between mouthfuls.
"Change resistance class," I say rolling my eyes. I explained what happened before "class" and what happened during "class". When I was finished Carson and Roy, along with the rest of the table, looked at me like I had lost my marbles.
"What," I ask flustered from the attention. I wasn't used to having this many eyes on me and it was unnerving.
"You resisted the temptation to change through that much pressure?" Roy asked almost admiringly. It still was enough to make me blush and curl in on myself.
"Yeah," I said sheepishly, poking at my food than taking a spoonful and shoving it into my mouth.
"That's impressive," said Carson approvingly.
"Um, Carson," I ask. "I overheard some Tracker earlier about a delivery and I kind of have a plan to escape" I explained the plan of my escape and asked what wolves I should bring with me and worked out some kinks in the plan. I was taking a group of three with me and we were escaping at 8:45 tonight.
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