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How long had it been?

She couldn't remember.

All she could remember were these damn metal walls, the uncomfortable bed in the corner, and the dirty mirror over the toilet on the wall opposite the heavy metal door. The tall, fit woman rubbed her temples, her slender fingers pushing aside her short black hair as she tried to ease the pain of the headache that refused to go away.

As she paced the room, the woman caught a glimpse of herself in the dirty mirror. She looked at the reflection: green eyes scanned a face with gentle features, framed by sloppily cut short, black hair. The woman in the mirror wore a simple white tank top, a sports bra, and black pants that tied at the waist, and had several needle marks all over her arms.

But, she didn't recognize her.

The woman left the mirror, her slender bare feet slapping against the cold metal floor as she walked towards the large, thick security door. A single window sat in one of the two sliding panels, offering her a view of the dimly lit hallway outside. She peered through, looking at the dirty panels and pipes that ran along the hallways sharply angled walls.

Across from her room was an identical set of doors. The window into it, however, was mirrored, offering her only a view of her own door. She scanned it, looking for some way to open the door, some clue she could use to get out of this hell.

The only thing she managed to see in the mirror were a large "EV" on a plaque next to her door.

"Ev..." the woman said, surprised at the sound of her own voice. "Eve..."

The word rang a bell. It was familiar to her. She didn't know how or why, but the idea of something she knew brought a shred of comfort.

Tired and sore, the woman turned to her bed to lie down, when a loud buzzing filled the room. Red lights flashed as a hydraulic hissing came from the doors. Seeing her chance, she ran towards the opening panels, only to be stopped by a large soldier leveling the barrel of a very large gun at her.

She fell back into the room as four soldiers poured in, all of them large men with larger guns.

"Subject secure!" The tallest of them yelled towards the hallway, never taking his eyes off of her. A moment later, a tall, thin man in a lab coat walked in, followed by a younger man pushing a stretcher.

"Thank you, sergeant." The tall man said. He paused a moment before looking down his long nose at her, his beady eyes gleaming. They reminded her of the way a predator looks at its prey. "Now then, how are we feeling today?"

"Where am I?" she demanded, standing her ground. "What have you done to me?!"

"Interesting." The tall man said, making a hurried note on the clipboard he was carrying. "Amnesiatic side effects, most likely resulting from the procedures..."

"Procedures?" She asked, feeling a sense of panic rise at the sight of the imposing soldiers in her room. "What procedures?"

"Ah, well, it's probably for the best." The tall man said, ignoring her. "It will make it easier for us in the long run. Now then, if you are ready? James?"

The younger man in a simple guard uniform pushed the stretcher further into the room as the tall man motioned to it with his long fingers.

"N..no." She said, backing against the far wall.

The tall man heaved a tired sigh. "Why must all of my subjects do this... James, the sedative."

"Are you sure, doctor?" James said, reaching into the pocket of his lab coat. "Last time she almost..."

"Do not question me, and just follow my orders!" The doctor riled, slapping James across the face with the back of his bony hand.

"Yes, doctor." James said quietly, rubbing his reddening face. He took a syringe from his pocket and made his way over to her.

"Please, don't.." The woman shook, tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." James said softly as he stuck the needle into the muscle of her upper arm.

She felt the world spin around her as the floor dropped out from under her. Before she knew it, everything went dark.

---

She felt heavy. Her limbs each weighed a thousand pounds and wouldn't move no matter what she did. As the haze of the drugs began to lift, she carefully opened her eyes.

Bright, piercing light filled her vision, stinging her eyes and sending a wave of pain through her head. She winced, taking a moment to allow her sight to adjust to her new surroundings.

She was lying on a table, heavy straps across her torso, wrists and ankles. Large screens sat to her left, each plugged into one of the many monitoring devices that were stuck to her pale skin. The large lights above her blinded her to much of what was happening to her right, but she could hear someone else shuffling around the room.

"Please...help me..." Her voice croaked, throat dry and raspy. A clattering noise filled the room as whoever was beyond the lights dropped something. A moment later, a shadow appeared in front of her. Reaching up a hand, the shadow turned off the light that was in her eyes, revealing the friendly face of James.

"You're awake?!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone. "But... how? That dosage should have kept you out for .... of course, the latest treatment must have..."

"Please!" She cut him off.

"I'm sorry." He looked down, his face pained. "I can't. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be talking to you. If I let you out the Doctor will kill me!"

She looked at the panicked fear in the young man's brown eyes. "What are you doing to me?"

"I ..." James sighed, looking over his shoulder before he spoke. "You were brought here because you had some kind of rare trait; one the Doctor has a great interest in. He's been experimenting on you to see what would happen it it was activated."

"Activated?" She spat.

"As far as I understand, it's just something you always had in you." James said, trying to calm her down. "It's some kind of rare gene that has been dormant for generations now. Whatever activated it in the past doesn't exist naturally anymore and having it doesn't affect you... at least, it didn't."

"He's trying to change my DNA..." She grit her teeth. "And you're helping him."

"I'm not..." He started to yell, but stopped, calming himself down. "I didn't know that's what they were doing here when I signed on! I thought they were doing government funded research to help cure rare diseases, or cancer or something! Not ... not this."

"Then quit." She said.

"It's not that easy." He scoffed. "If I leave, they'll kill me. And not just me. My family, my friends and anyone I ever met. Just to prove a point."

"I... I'm sorry." She said, looking at his pained, swollen face. "I didn't know."

"Neither did I." He looked down at the floor for a moment. "I don't approve of what the Doctor is doing, but there is nothing I can do about it. All I can do is try to make you comfortable through it all."

"Why can't I remember anything?" She asked, trying to pull against the restraints again.

"It's probably from the tests." he surmised. "Be thankful you don't remember it all. Some things you're better off forgetting.

"James!" The voice of the tall Doctor cut through the room. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm sorry, Doctor!" James stammered. "She woke up before the drug was supposed to wear off and I was just..."

"You were what?!" The Doctor smacked James again, knocking him to the ground. "I told you not to speak with the subjects!"

"I'm sorry, Doctor." He began. "She..."

"She?!" The Doctor grabbed James by the shirt and lifted him up. "That is not a 'she'. That thing on the table is my test subject. It is no more a person than any of the equipment in this room. It serves one purpose: to further my research."

The Doctor roughly tossed James into a table before turning to her.

"You're a monster." She glared at him, staring past his long nose into his beady eyes.

A wicked grin crept across the Doctor's face as he leaned next to her. "I'm not the one strapped to a table."

"Call my research assistants and tell them to get the equipment." The Doctor told James as he pulled medical gloves out of a box and began stretching them over his bony fingers. "Oh, and tell them they can forgo the anesthesia this time."

"What?!" James turned to the Doctor. "But Doctor that could..."

"I am fully aware of what it may do." the Doctor narrowed his eyes towards James. "Unless you prefer to take its place on my table, you'll do as I say."

"...yes, Doctor." James looked at her, his eyes telling her how sorry he was.

She watched as the Doctor grabbed an IV bag with a thick, yellow liquid in it and hung it on a hook just above her shoulder. He grabbed her arm roughly, swabbing the crease of her elbow with an alcohol pad. Before she could say anything, the Doctor grabbed the thick needle attached to the hose on the bag and shoved it through her skin.

She screamed, her voice filling the room as the needle tore a hole through her pale flesh. The pain of that was nothing compared to the intense burning that started flowing through her veins. Every inch of her body burned as the liquid slowly emptied from the bag. Tears poured from her eyes as she pulled against the restraints.

A shadow moved to her side, as she felt something sharp stab into the muscle of her upper arm.

A familiar sensation filled her head as the world fell into darkness.

---

When she woke, she was back in her room, her arm still stinging with the pain of whatever that horrible man had stuck in her. She was angry, frustrated, every fiber in her body ached as she slowly sat up on the bed. Cautiously, she swung her feet over the side, carefully placing them on the cold metal floor. She winced slightly at the chill soaking into the soles of her feet. Her body told her she was tired of being cold. She was tired of this room.

Gripping the side of the bed, she braced herself, testing her weight on her wobbly legs before using most of her energy to stand. She groaned loudly as she stood, her muscles sore and screaming with every shuffling step she took towards the mirror. She barely made it, grabbing onto the sides of the metal sink, her arms shook as they held her upright.

Slowly, she looked up at the stranger in the mirror, looking over her pale, gaunt face with her green eyes. A large red mark stood out on her left arm, tracing its way along the veins before disappearing under the skin. She raised a finger to touch the spot where the needle had been, wincing as she grazed the tender, hot area. Before pulling her hand back, she noticed the remnant of a small needle hole in her right bicep, the spot where James had injected her with a sedative.

A wave of nausea rose from her stomach, causing her to grip the counter harder as her legs wobbled under her. Thousands of pin pricks and itches spread across her skin as she felt it crawl along her body. Everything felt wrong and off, like her bones and muscles weren't in the right place. A small rumble rose in her chest and reverberated in her throat as she grumbled in frustration.

Her persistent headache rose, blossoming behind her temples and eyes for a moment, before ebbing, leaving her feeling weaker than before. She turned on the water, listening to it rumble through the pipes before pouring out into the metallic basin. She splashed the cold water on her face, feeling the icy pin pricks soak into her sweating skin and shock her into a better state of awareness. As she moved to grab the grimy, once white, towel that hung next to the sink, she paused.

Something was off about the woman in the mirror. Her face looked... different. She leaned in closer, watching as tiny dots of amber bloomed in her irises, slowly seeping across the rest of the deep green.

"What the..." She jolted back from the mirror, watching as her eyes succumbed to the creeping amber. The crawling feeling on her skin grew more intense, focusing first on the bicep she had gotten the small shots in, and then in the crease of her elbow.

She looked down at her arm, watching as the sickly looking color drained from the tendrils of the vein. A tingling itch filled the gouge that the needle had left in her arm as she watched the skin twist and reform, healing over as if nothing had ever been there.

"What the hell?" She marveled, moving her arm, feeling the muscles under the skin flexing. "What did that crazy bastard do to me..."

She ran a hand over the place where the wound used to be, pulling it back when something prickled the underside of her fingers. Curious, she looked down at her arm, surprised to see fine, black hairs slowly pushing their way through her twitching skin. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed hairs pushing out along her bicep as well.

She was shocked, wanting to speak, but unable to find any words. Still she opened her mouth just as a pressure built behind her teeth. She watched in the mirror as her canines lengthened, sharpening into small fangs that fit uncomfortably in her mouth.

The tips of her ears tugged gently, turning into points as anger and confusion rang through her head. Lips curled as the skin darkened slightly, a rumble rising in her chest and throat, escaping into the room as a deep growl that reverberated into her elongating ears.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through her body as her heart began to beat faster. The sounds of the room grew louder and more intense as her ears pulled longer, fine black hairs prickling out along the backs of them. She yelled, clamping her hands over her ears, feeling them twitch under her grip as the noises around her grew unbearably loud. A high pitched whirring sound pierced through the rest of the sounds, cutting into her head painfully.

She looked back at the mirror, watching as the bottom of her nose darkened in her reflection, tilting her head as she realized the sound was coming from behind it. An angered growl flashed through growing teeth as she pulled back and punched the mirror.

Sharp glass cut into her hands as the mirror collapsed, a large piece falling into the sink as her droplets of blood fell across it. Behind the sharp remnants of the mirror sat a camera, a small motor on the bottom whirring loudly as it panned up to level the lens with her eyes. She reached in, yanking the camera easily off of its base, and threw it angrily to the floor.

As the last bits of the camera clattered on the floor, she looked down, watching the blood drip from the deep gashes along the back of her hand. She brought her hand up, the scent of her blood stung her darkened nose, triggering something deep within the back of her mind. Drool rose in her mouth as she lapped at her wounds, the copper taste dancing across her lengthening tongue as she reveled in its taste.

Her hand twitched, as the skin began to knit under her lapping tongue. The wounds quickly closed, leaving no marks on her skin, save for the tufts of black fur that began sprouting where they used to be. She watched the fur crawl across the back of her hand, the itching spreading to her fingers, where her nails had turned grey and were growing thicker.

The itching across her body intensified as her clothes were beginning to feel constrictive, rubbing against her in all the wrong ways. She pulled the sweat soaked tank top off over her head, revealing small trails of black fur that poked through her skin, snaking their way up from under the waistband of her pants.

She began fumbling with her pants, trying to pull at the knot of the drawstring, when something sliced into her hip. She yelped loudly, pulling her hand back to see small drops of blood clinging to sharp, darkening claws that pushed from her fingertips.

Anger and frustration rose again in her as she growled, this time sending the vibrations through her entire body. The muscles in her face stretched as she felt her jawbone crunch and grow, pushing her mouth out slightly and pulling the bottom of her nose up. Her teeth moved along her stretching gums, finding room in her longer mouth.

With a yell, she tore at her clothes, tearing the pants, bra and panties to shreds as she left a thousand small cuts across her skin.

As she tossed the remnants of her clothes aside, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large shard of the mirror laying at her feet. Deep black fur sat above her opening, running up her stomach in a long trail that ended in a tuft between her swelling breasts. It crept along her forearms and calves, sprouting in patches as it pushed out along her jawline. With fascination, she watched as the thousand little cuts healed, dark fur sprouting from each of them.

She knelt down to look in the mirror, feeling the muscles in her legs pop and stretch as her bones creaked. She reached for the mirror, pausing to watch her claws push longer as dark pads formed along her palms and on the bottom of her fingers. She grabbed the mirror just as her hips popped and cracked, forcing her to fall onto her rear.

The cold of the floor shocked her as her skin hit the hard metal. Fur quickly spread along her rear as her spine cracked and popped, a small nub of flesh wriggling out just above her cheeks.

She grumbled as she tried to pull her legs back under her, stopping when the bones in her feet snapped and popped. Her toenails sharpened as they began to push out, turning black and sharp as her toes grew thicker and longer. Dark grey patches formed on the bottoms of her toes and the balls of her feet, puffing out into thick pads as black fur tickled out along the underside of her stretching soles and around her toes.

She yelped again as her feet snapped into a new position, forming large, powerful looking paws. Her spine continued to crack and grow as dark fur bristled out along the twitching appendage. Her head swam as she looked down her longer nose at her changing body. Dark fur covered most of her skin, monstrous hands and paws flexed as her muscles twitched and bulged.

She was angry and confused.

She was in pain and hurt.

She felt her body and mind changing.

She felt powerful.

She pulled her large paws under her, rising on thick legs as her tail lashed behind her. Fur crept along her face, covering the last of her pale skin in dark fur as pressure built in her jaw and behind her eyes. She closed her eyes, gritting against the pain as she felt her jaw crack. Crunching and tearing noises filled her long ears as they pulled up on her head, falling back as whines escaped her throat. Her jaw pushed forward, sharp fangs filling her muzzle as it snapped forward.

The pain in her head rose until she nearly passed out, her body on fire as fur and claws pushed out one last time as her muzzle clicked into place. Her mind snapped, she felt a desire begin to rise in her chest, a desire to run and hunt, a desire to chase and be chased, a desire to be free worked its way to her throat; escaping into an intense howl that filled her small room.

She stopped, panting as the pain of the changes finally began to subside. She looked over her powerful body, running a hand through the lush fur of her stomach, feeling the hard muscles that lay underneath. She felt the raw strength of her body, she heard every noise in the room, she could smell the people who had been there...

An alarm blared, snapping her out of her thoughts as the sound of it cut into her long eras. Panic was replaced with anger as she felt the urge to break out of her cell. She moved to the doors swiping into them with her sharp claws. Curls of metal fell to the floor, pittering gently around her large paws as she growled in frustration. Clenching her hands, she punched the door, surprised to find the metal bending easily as she hit it.

The panels of the door bent, causing the crack in the middle to open some. She squeezed her hands through the gap and pushed, easily bending the heavy metal door as she burst out of her room and into the hallway.

She yelled, roaring in victory as she stepped into the hallway of her own volition. She caught her reflection in the mirrored window of the cell across from her. She was a powerful, beautiful creature. She was a wolf. She was...

She paused a moment, turning back to her cell and looking at the large panel next to her door, and the V3 embossed in it. Turning back to the mirror, she looked at the EV sitting just above her pointed ears.

"Eve..." She said, her voice low and husky as it came from her muzzle.

She was Eve.

The noise of heavy boots clattering down stairs came to her ears. The scents of four people came to her wet nose as she turned towards the end of the hall. They were large, yes, but she had no fear of them.

They should fear her.

Eve raced down the hall, moving easily on her powerful legs, past the loud alarms and the flashing red lights. A large door at the end of the hall hissed open just as she reached it, revealing four large soldiers, each with a terrified look. Before any of them could move, she attacked, slicing through their flesh with her fangs and claws. Three of the soldiers fell before they could make a sound, the fourth had just enough time to wet his pants.

She ran through halls, her nose guiding her as she navigated the base, knocking out cameras and soldiers along the way. Coming to a junction in the hallway, Eve was about to turn left, when a familiar scent caught her nose. She turned, lumbering down the right hallway towards the smell of alcohol swabs and chemicals.

The sound of the Doctor's voice floated to her ears as she rounded a corner, seeing him through the window of a set of double doors. Anger filled her mind as she growled, reading her claws for what she was about to do. She burst through the doors, roaring as the Doctor turned calmly towards her.

"It worked!" He said, staring at Eve. "It worked! James, use your tranquilizer gun now!"

Eve roared again, angered that the Doctor showed no fear.

"James!" He repeated, turning to the young guard.

"...no." James said meekly.

"What?!" the Doctor yelled.

James moved closer to the Doctor, ready to tell him off, when Eve had enough. She pushed James aside, cutting deep into his arm with her sharp claws as he crashed into a lab table. With a single step, she was in front of the Doctor, looking down her long nose at him. For the first time, she saw fear in his eyes.

She loved it.

Eve let herself go, tearing into the Doctor with every ounce of energy she had. Claws flashed, fangs gnashed, pieces of the doctor fell to the floor in wet chunks.

When she was done, Eve felt her anger ebb, fading as her ears picked up an odd sound next to her. She turned to James, her eyes meeting his as he looked up at her in fear. A small smile crossed her muzzle as she watched flecks of amber begin to bloom in his eyes, brown fur already poking through the rapidly closing cuts in his arm.

She turned, leaving the changing James in the room, knowing she would never come back to this terrible place.

The alarm continued to blare as she made her way through the base, knocking out cameras, punching through speakers, and slicing through the dozens of soldiers that tried to get in her way. By the time she reached an exit, a chorus of howls began to fill the halls behind her. She recognized one of the howls, a small sense of pride in her chest as she heard James leading the rest.

Eve turned to the exit, feeling the light of the moon fall across her body as she stepped out into the forest. She disappeared into the trees, leaving the base behind her forever.

---

Consciousness slowly drifted back to Eve as the morning sun moved towards its midday zenith. She sat up in the woods, looking down at her body, surprised to see her pale flesh. She still felt stronger, a sense of power running through her veins. She heard the life of the woods all around her, and felt comfortable in nature's embrace.

Whoever she was in the past was gone. Now she was ready to start her new life as Eve.

Now she was home.

---

The first signs of autumn hung in the air. The feel of the wind spoke of the harsh winter to come. Not the harshest, but a difficult one nonetheless. There would still be a few weeks before it was here, so there was time to prepare. Hopefully, it would be easier this year.

The woods provided many things. There was always a source of food, a source of shelter, always a way to survive. Most importantly, they provided solitude. Few ventured this far into the thick forest, and those who were foolish enough to do so rarely stayed long... If they made it out at all.

Leaves crunched rhythmically in the distance, signaling the entrance of another fool into the thicket.

How long would this one last?