Post by ezeekial on May 12, 2010 4:18:33 GMT -5
(This is a fairly short and summed up posting, there was of course more that happened during the six days he was missing, I just didn't have time to write it all. I may add more later though.)
Jared woke slowly, his face scrunching up as he tried to move his hand to his face intending to scrub the hangover headache he had away, but his arm wouldn't move. He kept his eyes closed, his jaw tightening with a wave of panic that washed through him. He could feel the plastisteel and silver wires holding him down, circling his wrists, ankles and waist, the cold steel table beneath him. He couldn't move, his chest tightening and breath lost when he slitted his eyes, scanning the room and the contraption he was in. He was locked into a room... and held down.
His eyes shut tight and he tried to breathe through the panic, push it away somehow but it kept welling up inside him uncontrollably. His beast began to rise, sluggishly but driven by that panic and Jared thought for a moment that it would be good, he would shift and he could get out, his body struggling against the constraints eager to be freed. Until he heard the soft whirring to his right, the sting and then warmth of drugs flowing into his system from the IV placed into his arm. His wolf whimpered and curled back up inside him, falling into a deep slumber, Jared's own soft whimper echoing through the room, bouncing off the white washed walls and metal cases that held god only knew what as he fell again into unconsciousness.
**
Foggily, he opened his eyes, the stinging pain in his arm waking him and he jerked his whole body against the contraption, feeling the wires give slightly then dismayed when they stopped, holding firm. He growled, the deep rumbling sound of it echoing and seeming to vibrate the walls of the room and he could feel it through the table he was laid on. A gasp to his left caught his attention, drawing him back to the pain in his arm, the sterility of the room. His anger helped him push aside the fear of being trapped, and as he shifted his gaze to the nurse at his side, nondescript in her surgical scrubs, then to his arm. Seeing it made it hurt worse, but he couldn't help but not look. The image of the blood welling up, the nurse turning back to the wound as she used clamps to pull up the square of skin she had been cutting from him and finished the task, dropping the excess flesh and silver scalpel into a steel bowl on the table beside her.
“Where am I?” He demanded, intending for his voice to hold weight, to carry and be strong but it was barely more than a whisper. His throat was so dry it ached and cracked and he licked his lips, attempting to moisten them, to get his body to start to alleviate his parched throat and tried again noticing his piercings had been removed. “Where am I?” His voice was a little louder that time.
The nurse ignored him completely other than to glance sideways at him, her eyes widening as if she couldn't believe that he had just spoken, then went back to work, using gauze to clean the blood that flowed from the wound, then picked up a camera and started taking pictures of it.
The pain of it wasn't so bad really, yeah it hurt, but he had been dealt worse before. Since she didn't seem interested in answering him, and wasn't hurting him for the moment he quickly glanced around, lifting his head up as far as he could and took stock of his surroundings. He was nude, completely nude, and sometime when he had been asleep they had shaved him completely. He pushed his humiliation aside and scanned the walls, visually inspecting the door, another wave of panic washing through him when he saw the style of lock they had on the door. His heart raced when he saw it and he turned his head away, focusing on breathing, pulling on the cords that held him in the odd contraption. His attention went to that instead. The round metal ring that spanned a few feet from his body on all sides, spreading his body to mimic the Vitruvian Man. He noticed that the way it was set up, the base it was on had several turning points that suggested he could be lifted from the table easily, and turned and rotated at least 180 degrees in any direction. The cuffs and straps that held his wrists, ankles, and torso burned against his skin as silver often did when it rubbed against his skin for too long, red welts developing around and under the cuffs. They seemed to be able to be unlocked from their positions on the circular ring, allowing the doctor or nurse to move his limbs where they wanted them.
His eyes shifted back to the nurse when she clicked a recorder and began speaking into it. “Subject 35829 appears to have a lesser ability to heal itself, the rate is still higher than a human and at five minutes appears to be only two percent healed.” She clicked it off and snapped a few more pictures then picked up his file and made a few notations.
He didn't know if it was her voice, or something else, the drugs wearing off, that made him remember what had happened to get him here. With a groan his pulled at the constraints then growled at her viciously, “Where is Serenity!” He thrashed and bucked in the harness willing his body to move, his strength to pull the wires from the ring, ignoring the searing pain it caused. He felt his beast rising up again, angry and searching for his mate and the nurse ducked under the ring and skittered a few steps back from him. The soft whirring and warmth filled him again, his shout echoing then drifting off as the drugs took hold of him again.
**
This time he woke with a start, his body bucking, arms jerking at the tethers for a minute or two before he lay there gasping for breath, attempting to control his panic another shorter thrashing continued until he lay there, exhausted on the icy cold table. Shivering at the icy feel at his back and the fear that engulfed him, his mind drifted back to his time in the facility, remembering small snatches of experiments, procedures, false claimed cures.
He tried reaching out with his beast, rousing it from its drug induced slumber to send it out, past the walls of his confinement, seeking out Serenity or any others it could find. Tentatively, he brushed against a lioness, his heart soaring at the prospect that he had found her, though he wasn't sure if she felt him there, his wolf rubbing it's metaphysical fur against her naked legs before the door opening cut him off. His wolf jerking back into his body violently a whimper escaping him. He had found her though, of that he was certain, at least, that was what he told himself.
His eyes remained shut until the person spoke, then opened and looked at the man. He was medium build, though it could just have been a trick of the tailored suit he wore, the dark brown short hair on his head and short cropped goatee made him look older, but there was something about the way he was rubbing his arms up and down as if something slimy had brushed against him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Jared didn't respond to him, merely turning his head to the side looking at the halfway healed missing chunk of skin from his arm. He tried to do the math in his head, knowing his own healing ability was low. That meant he had been out for several days at least, not completely sure if the drugs would slow it all down or not.
The rig he was on lifted him from the table and swung him around, upside down for a moment, then upright, his arms and legs still outstretched. The man in the suit was pulling him away from the table and into the center of the room, locking the wheels in place before standing in front of him, his arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face as he gazed over Jared's body. “Guess what my job is here wolf.”
“Fuck you.” Jared spat in his face, trying not to care what the man in front of him did, but the way he was looking at him made his gut twist. He had seen that look before, too many times, in Denver.
“Exactly, only reversed.” He moved over to a table and thumbed through Jared's file, tapping a finger on a page with a chuckle. “Seems you were quite the popular one in Denver...” He turned to face Jared again, his eyes narrowing. “Though... what we want to know is how you fathered a whelp with that cat. You didn't go and get yourself unfixed... did you?” Turning back to the file he flipped a few more pages and his eyebrows shot up. “Interesting... you actually went in and got re-fixed about a month ago... too late it would seem to avoid putting a little fuzzy bun in the bitch's oven though eh?”
Jared growled at him, glancing around the room for anything that would help him escape, refusing to answer him other than, “Where are they!” he started futility pulling at the cords again not caring that blood began welling up at one wrist, trickling down his arm.
He laughed, he actually laughed at his demand. “Oh they are around here somewhere, elsewhere of course. But don't worry about her...” He pulled out a drawer and began slipping on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them at the end before turning back around. “I will be getting to her soon enough.” He moved the metal contraption, turning it so that Jared faced a one way mirror then walked around him, his latex covered fingers trailing across his waist and backside, giving one of his cheeks a small slap that had Jared gritting his teeth and paling at the mirror. Was Serenity behind it? Being forced to watch this.
“I 'm going to collect a small... sample from you that the Doctor needs.” The man grinned at him then looked down while he trailed a finger down Jared's flaccid penis. “It seems you aren't.. up.. for the task though. No matter, I have my ways to get what I want.” He strode over to a wall and pulled a cabinet over beside him and began pulling items from it.
Jared refused to look at the items he was pulling out of the low cabinet, his eyes fixated on the mirror, straining to see anything through it other than his own reflection. He twisted his hands, wrapping them around the cords that bound him into the perpetual Vitruvian man pose, preparing himself mentally for what was to come all the while praying Serenity wasn't behind the mirror watching. His heart sank when he felt her reaching out with her beast to try to soothe him. She had to be watching, trying to give him some hope, strength. He used his eyes to plead the mirror and Serenity behind it not to watch, to look away if she could, then took a deep breath and steeled himself, his eyes drawn to what the man was doing behind him in the mirror, unable to look away.
Closing his eyes at what he saw and resigning himself to what was to come. He could handle it, had before many times, he could get through it again. He felt his beast stir in frustration and begin to rise, but the man reached over and pressed a button on the machine that operated the IV, sending another small dose of the drug along the clear tube and into his arm, sedating his beast again. “Can't have you shifting on me wolf... now can we?” Jared jerked when he felt his hand on his waist but didn't see the guy pressing the button on the small remote, starting the camera on the other end to record the event. He knew what he was going to do, had known exactly the moment he had talked about a sample, and began grinding his teeth together, keeping his eyes on his own as the hand slid lower, between his legs to yank painfully on his balls.
He focused on his reflection, trying to ignore while the small silver clips were pinched and prodded. The missing flesh was slowly healing, bleeding stopped a long time ago. The bruises on his ribs and jaw were gone, at least a two day growth of beard coated his cheeks and chin. Deep set dark circles were under dull icy blue eyes that blinked back at him above sunken cheeks. He hardly recognized himself.
“Boy you are a tiny thing.” The voice and breath against his shoulder jerked his attention to the guy behind him again as he peered over his shoulder at him a moment then looked down at what he was doing. “Boss said I should behave with you. But I'm still gonna have my fun. How many times did you take it up the ass in Denver huh?” He reached up and grabbed the mess of wires that were attached to the electrodes on his chest and tore them off with the excuse that he didn't want to damage the fine equipment they had here.
Jared flinched when the wires were ripped from him, taking round circles of skin with them turning his gaze away from him, no longer watching, focusing his eyes at the edge of the mirror unable to look further away and growled out. “Your bedside manner sucks.”
It only made the guy laugh and test the electricity running through the metal wand he held...
**
He awoke with his shoulders aching from being held up so long, his fingers numb and yet he still felt them throbbing. His legs felt like rubber and he knew if he had to stand right then, he wouldn't be able to. The contraption he was in was moving again, the tiles beneath his feet moving by, not that he cared much, the last round of electroshock had taken it's toll on him, his muscles still twitched uncontrollably from the currents still running through them.
He felt himself being turned onto his back and barely hissed when the ice cold table touched his burning skin, his back arching. The nurses quickly helped hold him down, then proceeded to strap his leg tightly in place, using a splint to keep it straight. He heard the drill instead of seeing it, felt the bite of the bit as it pierced his knee and tried to thrash around, tried to make their job harder, knock him out or kill him, he didn't care at that point. His head hit the table hard, once, twice, repeating while he screamed, silver coated drill heating up as it dug deep into his kneecap. Eventually the pain overwhelmed him, his beast too tired from the drugs to even try to rise. Icy blue eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was unconscious again.
**
He woke barely and couldn't tell if it was day or night, how long he had been there. He didn't care. He knew he had to get out somehow. It took him a few minutes of biting back the excruciating pain of his knee when he tried to move. Everything hurt but he managed to lift his head realizing he wasn't in the contraption anymore, no IV, no more electrodes attached to him. There was a TV in the corner of the room and nothing else. The screen suddenly flickered to life, first showing himself in the room and he quickly spotted the camera tucked into the ceiling corner and growled, curling into a tighter ball on his side.
The screen beeped loud and high enough to hurt his sensitive ears and he jerked his head up, wincing at the pain the movement caused, his eyes narrowing at the screen. It was a room like the one he had been in before, only it wasn't him on the table, it was Serenity! The things they were doing to her made his blood boil, a dark growl escaping his lips as his beast began to rise sluggishly. He watched as they tore the piercings he loved to nibble from her hips out, cutting her. He didn't realize that he had started to drag himself across the floor toward the TV until his knee hit the drain in the center of the tiled floor forcing him to bite his tongue instead of screaming in pain. Then he heard her screaming, his head jerking back up at the sound and he bellowed, his hand reaching for the stand and toppling it over onto the floor.
The TV broke, and Jared pulled at his beast, imagining grabbing it by the scruff of it's neck and pulling it up out of him. The shift pulled and moved sore and damaged bones and tendons, his screams ending in a low howl that could surely be heard down the hall. Collapsing on his side again, he fought the wave of gray spots at the edges of his vision, but they swallowed it all up, blotting out the room.
**
The Doctor worked quickly after that, hoisting him up onto the rig again and examining his leg, then pumping him full of the drugs that would keep him unconscious for several more hours, announcing it was time to get him into the copter and drop him off. Jared's body slowly shifted back to human under the drugs and they quickly put a pair of pants on him and shoved him into the back of the copter and took off, hovering just above the treetops of the woods outside of town and pushed him out.
Jared fell the branches of the trees catching him and scratching through his skin, he didn't feel when he hit the forest floor, only drifting in and out of consciousness.
**
(Cont. in Finding Jared ~ Deep Woods woodbourne.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=wood&thread=294)
Jared woke slowly, his face scrunching up as he tried to move his hand to his face intending to scrub the hangover headache he had away, but his arm wouldn't move. He kept his eyes closed, his jaw tightening with a wave of panic that washed through him. He could feel the plastisteel and silver wires holding him down, circling his wrists, ankles and waist, the cold steel table beneath him. He couldn't move, his chest tightening and breath lost when he slitted his eyes, scanning the room and the contraption he was in. He was locked into a room... and held down.
His eyes shut tight and he tried to breathe through the panic, push it away somehow but it kept welling up inside him uncontrollably. His beast began to rise, sluggishly but driven by that panic and Jared thought for a moment that it would be good, he would shift and he could get out, his body struggling against the constraints eager to be freed. Until he heard the soft whirring to his right, the sting and then warmth of drugs flowing into his system from the IV placed into his arm. His wolf whimpered and curled back up inside him, falling into a deep slumber, Jared's own soft whimper echoing through the room, bouncing off the white washed walls and metal cases that held god only knew what as he fell again into unconsciousness.
**
Foggily, he opened his eyes, the stinging pain in his arm waking him and he jerked his whole body against the contraption, feeling the wires give slightly then dismayed when they stopped, holding firm. He growled, the deep rumbling sound of it echoing and seeming to vibrate the walls of the room and he could feel it through the table he was laid on. A gasp to his left caught his attention, drawing him back to the pain in his arm, the sterility of the room. His anger helped him push aside the fear of being trapped, and as he shifted his gaze to the nurse at his side, nondescript in her surgical scrubs, then to his arm. Seeing it made it hurt worse, but he couldn't help but not look. The image of the blood welling up, the nurse turning back to the wound as she used clamps to pull up the square of skin she had been cutting from him and finished the task, dropping the excess flesh and silver scalpel into a steel bowl on the table beside her.
“Where am I?” He demanded, intending for his voice to hold weight, to carry and be strong but it was barely more than a whisper. His throat was so dry it ached and cracked and he licked his lips, attempting to moisten them, to get his body to start to alleviate his parched throat and tried again noticing his piercings had been removed. “Where am I?” His voice was a little louder that time.
The nurse ignored him completely other than to glance sideways at him, her eyes widening as if she couldn't believe that he had just spoken, then went back to work, using gauze to clean the blood that flowed from the wound, then picked up a camera and started taking pictures of it.
The pain of it wasn't so bad really, yeah it hurt, but he had been dealt worse before. Since she didn't seem interested in answering him, and wasn't hurting him for the moment he quickly glanced around, lifting his head up as far as he could and took stock of his surroundings. He was nude, completely nude, and sometime when he had been asleep they had shaved him completely. He pushed his humiliation aside and scanned the walls, visually inspecting the door, another wave of panic washing through him when he saw the style of lock they had on the door. His heart raced when he saw it and he turned his head away, focusing on breathing, pulling on the cords that held him in the odd contraption. His attention went to that instead. The round metal ring that spanned a few feet from his body on all sides, spreading his body to mimic the Vitruvian Man. He noticed that the way it was set up, the base it was on had several turning points that suggested he could be lifted from the table easily, and turned and rotated at least 180 degrees in any direction. The cuffs and straps that held his wrists, ankles, and torso burned against his skin as silver often did when it rubbed against his skin for too long, red welts developing around and under the cuffs. They seemed to be able to be unlocked from their positions on the circular ring, allowing the doctor or nurse to move his limbs where they wanted them.
His eyes shifted back to the nurse when she clicked a recorder and began speaking into it. “Subject 35829 appears to have a lesser ability to heal itself, the rate is still higher than a human and at five minutes appears to be only two percent healed.” She clicked it off and snapped a few more pictures then picked up his file and made a few notations.
He didn't know if it was her voice, or something else, the drugs wearing off, that made him remember what had happened to get him here. With a groan his pulled at the constraints then growled at her viciously, “Where is Serenity!” He thrashed and bucked in the harness willing his body to move, his strength to pull the wires from the ring, ignoring the searing pain it caused. He felt his beast rising up again, angry and searching for his mate and the nurse ducked under the ring and skittered a few steps back from him. The soft whirring and warmth filled him again, his shout echoing then drifting off as the drugs took hold of him again.
**
This time he woke with a start, his body bucking, arms jerking at the tethers for a minute or two before he lay there gasping for breath, attempting to control his panic another shorter thrashing continued until he lay there, exhausted on the icy cold table. Shivering at the icy feel at his back and the fear that engulfed him, his mind drifted back to his time in the facility, remembering small snatches of experiments, procedures, false claimed cures.
He tried reaching out with his beast, rousing it from its drug induced slumber to send it out, past the walls of his confinement, seeking out Serenity or any others it could find. Tentatively, he brushed against a lioness, his heart soaring at the prospect that he had found her, though he wasn't sure if she felt him there, his wolf rubbing it's metaphysical fur against her naked legs before the door opening cut him off. His wolf jerking back into his body violently a whimper escaping him. He had found her though, of that he was certain, at least, that was what he told himself.
His eyes remained shut until the person spoke, then opened and looked at the man. He was medium build, though it could just have been a trick of the tailored suit he wore, the dark brown short hair on his head and short cropped goatee made him look older, but there was something about the way he was rubbing his arms up and down as if something slimy had brushed against him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Jared didn't respond to him, merely turning his head to the side looking at the halfway healed missing chunk of skin from his arm. He tried to do the math in his head, knowing his own healing ability was low. That meant he had been out for several days at least, not completely sure if the drugs would slow it all down or not.
The rig he was on lifted him from the table and swung him around, upside down for a moment, then upright, his arms and legs still outstretched. The man in the suit was pulling him away from the table and into the center of the room, locking the wheels in place before standing in front of him, his arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face as he gazed over Jared's body. “Guess what my job is here wolf.”
“Fuck you.” Jared spat in his face, trying not to care what the man in front of him did, but the way he was looking at him made his gut twist. He had seen that look before, too many times, in Denver.
“Exactly, only reversed.” He moved over to a table and thumbed through Jared's file, tapping a finger on a page with a chuckle. “Seems you were quite the popular one in Denver...” He turned to face Jared again, his eyes narrowing. “Though... what we want to know is how you fathered a whelp with that cat. You didn't go and get yourself unfixed... did you?” Turning back to the file he flipped a few more pages and his eyebrows shot up. “Interesting... you actually went in and got re-fixed about a month ago... too late it would seem to avoid putting a little fuzzy bun in the bitch's oven though eh?”
Jared growled at him, glancing around the room for anything that would help him escape, refusing to answer him other than, “Where are they!” he started futility pulling at the cords again not caring that blood began welling up at one wrist, trickling down his arm.
He laughed, he actually laughed at his demand. “Oh they are around here somewhere, elsewhere of course. But don't worry about her...” He pulled out a drawer and began slipping on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them at the end before turning back around. “I will be getting to her soon enough.” He moved the metal contraption, turning it so that Jared faced a one way mirror then walked around him, his latex covered fingers trailing across his waist and backside, giving one of his cheeks a small slap that had Jared gritting his teeth and paling at the mirror. Was Serenity behind it? Being forced to watch this.
“I 'm going to collect a small... sample from you that the Doctor needs.” The man grinned at him then looked down while he trailed a finger down Jared's flaccid penis. “It seems you aren't.. up.. for the task though. No matter, I have my ways to get what I want.” He strode over to a wall and pulled a cabinet over beside him and began pulling items from it.
Jared refused to look at the items he was pulling out of the low cabinet, his eyes fixated on the mirror, straining to see anything through it other than his own reflection. He twisted his hands, wrapping them around the cords that bound him into the perpetual Vitruvian man pose, preparing himself mentally for what was to come all the while praying Serenity wasn't behind the mirror watching. His heart sank when he felt her reaching out with her beast to try to soothe him. She had to be watching, trying to give him some hope, strength. He used his eyes to plead the mirror and Serenity behind it not to watch, to look away if she could, then took a deep breath and steeled himself, his eyes drawn to what the man was doing behind him in the mirror, unable to look away.
Closing his eyes at what he saw and resigning himself to what was to come. He could handle it, had before many times, he could get through it again. He felt his beast stir in frustration and begin to rise, but the man reached over and pressed a button on the machine that operated the IV, sending another small dose of the drug along the clear tube and into his arm, sedating his beast again. “Can't have you shifting on me wolf... now can we?” Jared jerked when he felt his hand on his waist but didn't see the guy pressing the button on the small remote, starting the camera on the other end to record the event. He knew what he was going to do, had known exactly the moment he had talked about a sample, and began grinding his teeth together, keeping his eyes on his own as the hand slid lower, between his legs to yank painfully on his balls.
He focused on his reflection, trying to ignore while the small silver clips were pinched and prodded. The missing flesh was slowly healing, bleeding stopped a long time ago. The bruises on his ribs and jaw were gone, at least a two day growth of beard coated his cheeks and chin. Deep set dark circles were under dull icy blue eyes that blinked back at him above sunken cheeks. He hardly recognized himself.
“Boy you are a tiny thing.” The voice and breath against his shoulder jerked his attention to the guy behind him again as he peered over his shoulder at him a moment then looked down at what he was doing. “Boss said I should behave with you. But I'm still gonna have my fun. How many times did you take it up the ass in Denver huh?” He reached up and grabbed the mess of wires that were attached to the electrodes on his chest and tore them off with the excuse that he didn't want to damage the fine equipment they had here.
Jared flinched when the wires were ripped from him, taking round circles of skin with them turning his gaze away from him, no longer watching, focusing his eyes at the edge of the mirror unable to look further away and growled out. “Your bedside manner sucks.”
It only made the guy laugh and test the electricity running through the metal wand he held...
**
He awoke with his shoulders aching from being held up so long, his fingers numb and yet he still felt them throbbing. His legs felt like rubber and he knew if he had to stand right then, he wouldn't be able to. The contraption he was in was moving again, the tiles beneath his feet moving by, not that he cared much, the last round of electroshock had taken it's toll on him, his muscles still twitched uncontrollably from the currents still running through them.
He felt himself being turned onto his back and barely hissed when the ice cold table touched his burning skin, his back arching. The nurses quickly helped hold him down, then proceeded to strap his leg tightly in place, using a splint to keep it straight. He heard the drill instead of seeing it, felt the bite of the bit as it pierced his knee and tried to thrash around, tried to make their job harder, knock him out or kill him, he didn't care at that point. His head hit the table hard, once, twice, repeating while he screamed, silver coated drill heating up as it dug deep into his kneecap. Eventually the pain overwhelmed him, his beast too tired from the drugs to even try to rise. Icy blue eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was unconscious again.
**
He woke barely and couldn't tell if it was day or night, how long he had been there. He didn't care. He knew he had to get out somehow. It took him a few minutes of biting back the excruciating pain of his knee when he tried to move. Everything hurt but he managed to lift his head realizing he wasn't in the contraption anymore, no IV, no more electrodes attached to him. There was a TV in the corner of the room and nothing else. The screen suddenly flickered to life, first showing himself in the room and he quickly spotted the camera tucked into the ceiling corner and growled, curling into a tighter ball on his side.
The screen beeped loud and high enough to hurt his sensitive ears and he jerked his head up, wincing at the pain the movement caused, his eyes narrowing at the screen. It was a room like the one he had been in before, only it wasn't him on the table, it was Serenity! The things they were doing to her made his blood boil, a dark growl escaping his lips as his beast began to rise sluggishly. He watched as they tore the piercings he loved to nibble from her hips out, cutting her. He didn't realize that he had started to drag himself across the floor toward the TV until his knee hit the drain in the center of the tiled floor forcing him to bite his tongue instead of screaming in pain. Then he heard her screaming, his head jerking back up at the sound and he bellowed, his hand reaching for the stand and toppling it over onto the floor.
The TV broke, and Jared pulled at his beast, imagining grabbing it by the scruff of it's neck and pulling it up out of him. The shift pulled and moved sore and damaged bones and tendons, his screams ending in a low howl that could surely be heard down the hall. Collapsing on his side again, he fought the wave of gray spots at the edges of his vision, but they swallowed it all up, blotting out the room.
**
The Doctor worked quickly after that, hoisting him up onto the rig again and examining his leg, then pumping him full of the drugs that would keep him unconscious for several more hours, announcing it was time to get him into the copter and drop him off. Jared's body slowly shifted back to human under the drugs and they quickly put a pair of pants on him and shoved him into the back of the copter and took off, hovering just above the treetops of the woods outside of town and pushed him out.
Jared fell the branches of the trees catching him and scratching through his skin, he didn't feel when he hit the forest floor, only drifting in and out of consciousness.
**
(Cont. in Finding Jared ~ Deep Woods woodbourne.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=wood&thread=294)