She had been drawn to this lab for some reason, and she couldn't keep herself from approaching the pained moans she heard down the hall. She kicked open the door, and after scanning the room she sheathed her dagger as her eyes met the man on the ground, in an all too familiar state. Cautiously she approached him, then knelt down. "So, they got to you too, huh?" ((Eyyyyy, you get Martel this time. Erika is taking a little break, so let's get this show on the road.))
He had attempted to let out another groan, but a strange growl rumbled through his throat. The sedatives he had been given earlier were wearing off and something clicked in his mind. The blond clenched his jaw and tasted blood instantly from biting his tongue. His own human canine teeth had been surgically fixed to something completely different.
Struggling to sit up, the smoker placed a hand over his eyes as he tried to regain full consciousness. He could smell every possible scent in the room, including the smell of the woman near him.
Another growl came from him, much stronger and clearer this time for her to hear. Something was growing within Jean Havoc’s mind and he raised his head, exposing yellowish eyes and his lips pulled back in a snarl to expose sharp canine teeth smeared with his own blood.
A loud jungle cat-like hiss ripped from him and Jean moved back until his back hit the hard wall. Fear ran though his system as he stared at the unknown woman, growling in an attempt to keep her back.
"I know what’s in me. I was drugged and forced to do things to female chimeras," Jean snarled, relieved when the dagger was lowered. "I watch them kill and extract DNA from the poor wild beast that is now in me."
He held out a trembling hand, wanting her to take his hand. “If you help me up, I can run. Getting up while I’m still adjusting to what I am now isn’t easy. Unless you want to watch me fall over again and again while I try to get control of my legs, help me up.” Havoc stared up at the snake chimera with his yellowish eyes. “Please.”
Finally she sheathed her dagger, and without taking a step toward him, she held out her hand, stretching her arm out to an inhuman length as she did. Perhaps it was a force of habit, or maybe an effortless attempt to assure him that she was telling him the truth about what she was. Her fingers wrapped around his hand, and she pulled him to his feet.
"Keep up or get left behind," she said firmly as she let go of his hand and turned toward the door. "I won’t fall behind for you and risk getting caught again. I’ve been experimented on enough to last me for the rest of my life, and I don’t want to think about what the military will do to me if they catch me after I escaped a second time. I can’t think of anywhere we can go, but anywhere has to be better than here…."
Those last words came out as a low, hushed murmur, and to some extent she was talking to herself, as well. They really didn’t have anywhere to go. The best thing they could do was run away from the lab, then continue to run once they had escaped. From the very start Martel had understood that as long as she didn’t die here, she would have no choice but to continue her life on the run.
She darted out the door and down the hall, running at a blinding speed as she did. She wondered if this strange new chimera was behind her, but she didn’t dare to look behind her. Yes, it was selfish, but she would not allow hersekf to get caught again.
Jean’s yellow hued eyes widened at the extending arm and pressed himself further against the wall, almost wanting to strike out in fear when her fingers wrapped around his hand. If his eyes could have grown any wider, they would have as he was pulled to his feet.
His enhanced ears caught her words - all of her words - and Havoc started to get a clearer idea of what new world he was forced into. He had already endured a living hell in this windowless room…the forced injections to bring out the feral animal in him when female chimeras were tossed into the room with him, the hopes of the scientists getting a procreated chimera offspring… The blond shook his head roughly, wanting to get the images out of his head.
Looking up, he caught the other running around the corner and gave himself a brief second to decide. Why was he deciding? Kicking a chair over, he broke off a leg with ease and followed the female chimera. He caught up with her and moved to run beside her. “Who are you? You’re name?”