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Note before starting:

Alot longer than chapter 1, but I felt there was more going on so it was required. But regardless, I give you Chapter 2, I hope you enjoy ^-^

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I let out a low, unhappy snarl as the two large wolven guys wrapped the straight jacket around me, along with some very large chains. The weight was nothing, it may as well have been silk, but they kept me from getting any leverage so I was stuck for the time being.

Only a few times have they put me in this thing, and it meant I was going to see Tom in person; whatever he wanted must have been important.

I winced as the strap between my legs was tightened, "Could you at least wait till after you say you love me? Jesus..." That was answered with a snarl of the black wolf and followed by a backhand to my face.

"Shut it freak!!"

My head swung to the side with the blow, I could taste copper in my mouth. A quick swallow and I stood straighter, having to try hard not to say something else. Trust me when I say it wasn't easy.

With the straps secure I was pushed out of my room and down the hall. I looked around as if I'd never seen the hall before as I was pushed, but it was nothing new. The same cream colored cement that was the decor of my bedroom was the same as the rest of the building.

I threatened a guard one time I'd use him to repaint my room, back when I had an issue with self control and keeping my mouth shut, earned me my first experience with a broken limb. Apparently he still hadn't forgotten because he was pushing more than necessary to get me down the hall.

A door to my left opened and I was kicked in, falling on my face with a resounding thud, the wind was taken from me as I landed on my side.

I heard the two guards laughing behind me as I fought for a deep breath, slowly trying to pull myself upward. I was stopped as I felt two arms grab my shoulders, lifting me up and pushing me hard down in a chair.

As my breath came back to me I looked up, a little dizzy from the harsh movement, but I saw the giant oak desk, "Hey Tom..." I swallowed the last of my breath, "Still compensating for desk sizes?"

The guard beside me that had been the cause of my discomfort growled again, raising a balled fist, ready to remove my head.

"Steven." Tom's voice was thick, always sounding so damn pompous and in charge. I hated it, but Steven seemed to fear it, calming back down.

"Good puppy, maybe you'll get a biscuit later."

Steven growled again, but after a look from Tom, he backed off, leaving the room and only one other guard.

My gaze lifted to look to Tom. He was a hyena, and his brown fur always looked dirty but I knew otherwise. He was rich; this coliseum was a massive source of income for him. Right now he was wearing a brown suit, making his shoulders seem more square and his body more imposing, and his voice came off how he looked.

"You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, freak; I'm not going to stop him all the time."

"And there won't be chains keeping me from his throat all the time." It was more than a threat, and the guard in the room knew it, stepping a little closer as if it would give him a better chance to stop me from doing something.

"If it weren't for your match today, you'd be wishing the jacket was your only issue, freak."

"I'm sure, so why am I hear, don't you have anything better to do and don't I have a match?"

Tom rose from his desk, and started walking around to lean on the front of it. He stood about my height but had a much larger frame. I still hadn't grown into my body yet, but that didn't make me any less pissed about it.

"You're match is against Jeremy, he's undefeated for seven years, and he's here to kill you." Tom grinned from ear to ear, his teeth showing. He knew I hated it, made him look like a demon, stupid hyena, "You're going to put on a good show and take several hits today."

"The hell I am, what makes you think I'm gonna let someone try and hurt me on purpose you damn fur ball."

"Because the wager today states I only win if you bleed, a lot, and still win. There's a lot of money out there and you're going to win it for me."

"Bullshit, like I give a damn about your mon..." I was cut off as his designer shoe came to my chest; I saw it coming and couldn't stop it because of the jacket and chains. It kicked in dead in my forearms that were forced against my chest, and sent me falling onto my back on the chair. For the second time in five minutes the wind was knocked out of me.

As I struggled for air Tom's foot pressed on my throat, keeping air from getting to me, "You give a damn because I say you do! You're freak body is mine to do whatever I want it to do. A slave has more say so than you, and you'll never have a choice to give anything but your blood to me, you got that?!"

My feet were kicking from the other side of the chair, and all I could do was fight for air. The corners of my vision were blacking out before Tom finally took his foot off my throat, and my coughing came out hoarse as air was allowed back into my burning lungs.

"Get him out of here and put him in the staging area." Tom adjusted his coat as the guard lifted me up. He wasn't as pushy as Steven, but he didn't seem to care about me, not that I expected him to, as I stumbled to the door.

The meeting had only affirmed my will, it was going to happen, and it was going to happen today.

It took the one guard almost ten minutes to get me out of the straight jacket; Steven really had put it on too tight.

"Jesus, mind telling your buddy to get a hobby other than strapping?" I grumbled, rubbing my sore shoulders.

"Don't antagonize him and maybe he wouldn't do it, freak." He said as he left the room.

"I doubt it..." He was already gone, leaving me alone in the dark cell. I looked toward the small window opposite the door and knew it was actually another exit that led right into the arena.

The arena...I lost count how many times I had entered it...sometimes once a day, sometimes more than a dozen times a day, it just depended on Tom's mood.

It had been constructed on the inside similar to a roman design, a circular design with the wall all around standing about twenty feet or so, and rows of seats all around. The crowd would have a good view no matter where they sat. Right above my head sat the box seats, where Tom had fashioned himself a throne for himself and smaller chairs for VIP guests.

The arena itself was nothing more than a sand pit, Tom said it was for looks, I think it was also because cleaning blood out of sand was easier than off of concrete, but what did I know.

A few modern improvements had been made though. In the center of the arena, a good forty feet up, was four viewing monitors, allowing even audience members in the back of the coliseum to see the event.

The other addition was my fault. On my first arena battle I lost control, and nearly scaled the wall and got out. I don't remember the event, I was blacked out, but from what Sharon told me, my escape had been cut short from about fifteen tranquilizer darts. This brought Tom to install an electrified barrier. To the audience it looked like one of those emergency nets on ships, hanging two or three feet out from the wall to catch someone who may fall into the arena. But for those with a better hearing, the soft thrum of electricity was noticed. And when the fence was activated, that soft thrum began a very loud crackle.

Tom thought it best to show me in case I decided to try and escape again. The fence drew so much electricity that the building only ran on backup power, effectively putting the building in lock down mode, and it was activated by a button on the arm of his throne. With so much electricity running through it, there was no chance of getting out that way. I knew I could take more damage than the average Joe and keep on going, but I wasn't willing to risk finding how much more that really was.

He thought showing me would make me give up all hope of escape...he obviously underestimated someone with way too much time on his hands.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard Tom's voice above me. He was at his throne, giving his opening speech.

"Ladies and gentleman! Today we have a special gift just for you! You see, today is the fourth anniversary, of the capturing of the freak!"

The entire crowd booed in unison, and as they did, and the entire wall that had the window I was looking through rose upward. The artificial sunlight they used to light the arena made it feel like it was warm inside the room, not quite hot, but it was enough to make you feel like you needed something cold to drink.

I walked out, dressed in slightly shredded khakis and an old t-shirt. They wouldn't last long so no point in spending money on good clothes, right? I looked into the crowd, and saw faces I was familiar with, some that had been coming every day, and a lot of new ones. I saw looks of fear, hate, and anger, and to this day I still don't understand why, what I had done to them to deserve it. Oh yea...that's right, I'm a freak.

"Yes, that's right! But today will not be ordinary, for someone has come to finally put an end to his reign of blood and put him out of his misery!"

This brought on a cheer from the crowd, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "Just kill me now, would be a lot less cruel." I mumbled, not that anyone would hear over the screams even if I did say it louder.

"He's been fighting in arenas from around the world for over seven years! And not once has he known defeat! The mere mention of his name sends chills down the spine of his opponents! Ladies and gentlemen! I give you, Jake, the Destroyer of Souls!"

The crowd roared louder than before as the wall opposite of where I entered opened, and out stepped the largest creature I'd ever seen.

Jake was an ursine, I knew the word, but I'd never seen one before. He stood a good eight feet tall, and had the body shape to back it up, his dark brown fur only making him look that much more menacing, and I knew it couldn't have been that much fur.

He wore armor that could have been taken right out of the roman army, right down to the leather flaps of the waist guard. In his hands was the biggest axe I'd ever seen, it was as tall as I am and I had a feeling it probably weighed more.

Jake lifted his axe over his head and let out a mighty roar, turning his back to me to show his appreciation to the crowd as he slowly approached the center of the ring, I did the same.

"Jake...right?"

He looked down to me, his eyebrows raising...his voice had an Irish accent to it, definitely not what I expected, "You look smaller than I imagined, lad."

"Yea, I get that a lot. Look, I really don't want to do this...is there any way you can just pretend I knocked you out so I don't have to kill anyone else?"

The look of confusion that filled his face was brief, but huge, and it was followed by a very deep laugh...I didn't like being laughed at, "You think you are going to kill me?! Well lad I'm afraid you've got it backwards, you see, I've been told I'll be able to retire once you're dead! And I'll be able to take over training of the next generation!"

"That's great, look, so....any way you'll do it?" Hoping I could appeal to what seemed to be the good nature of this man, but as I looked in his eyes, I knew it wasn't going to happen.

"Don't worry lad, once I kill you, I give you my word will no longer be called a freak, they will remember your glory."

"...wish I could see it your way Jake..." I took a few steps back, as did he. Seven years, that's a lot of experience, he wasn't going to take me lightly. I didn't expect him too, but I had to end this quickly, otherwise I was going to die.

"Gladiators! This is a fight to the death! Only one of you shall walk away, the other can only be dragged. BEGIN!"

The crowd roared, and Jake dropped to a lower stance, his knees bent, and he lunged at me, why did he insist on doing this the hard way?

I jumped to the side, dodging the swing of his axe and rolling to stand, turning to face Jake who had already dropped into a low stance and began circling me. I kept facing him as he swung his axe slowly back and forth. He knew what he was doing, he wanted to set me off balance, make me fear him. Anyone else that may have worked on, but after four years of practice, I knew size meant nothing to me.

I was probably as strong as he was, and definitely faster. I was one of very few, if any, of my kind, so no one knew as much about me as I did. Tom had never let scientists try and test me, said I was worth more as a combatant, that they could have me after I died.

Jake charged again, this time holding the axe like a spear to impale me. I bent my knees slightly, and as I saw the muscles in his arms tense to thrust I jumped up and forward. Jake was caught off guard as my head came at his and his eyes widened in surprise. I turned my body with my legs to avoid head butting him, going over his shoulder and bending my knee. I grabbed the back of his head with both of my heads and pushed it down, forcing his nose into my knee before rolling down his back and away.

I felt the wetness on my pants, and as he turned to swing blindly at me I knew for certain I had broke his nose, and the blood in his eyes showed he wanted revenge.

"I'm sorry Jake, I told you, I really didn't want to do this, I didn't want to kill anyone else..." The ursine howled out again, and charged once more. I jumped backward as he swung blindly, and on a wide swing I ducked under, pushing up to force myself in closer and force my fist hard into his solar plexus.

Jake's axe was sent flying with the momentum of his swing as he let go, and as my fist pulled back from his chest, I knew I had broken something, because he was already knocked out and collapsing.

The audience was booing, but this was my chance, and I wasn't about to give a damn what all these people thought of me.

I stepped back from Jake's body and let out a soft snarl, and it wasn't human. I held my arms out to my sides and with a deep breath I forced my arms to change.

I wish I knew how to better describe it, but I don't know how. It's like how you make yourself breathe, or make yourself take a leak. You just do it. And that was all I did.

A clear liquid formed at my elbows and down to my fingertips, the sound of bones breaking and reforming was coming from my arms as my fingers began growing impossibly long, my fingertips growing claws. Fur grew from my skin in a wave, almost like water, the clear liquid falling to the ground in clumps that had been there. The fur itself was white in color, with black stripes upon it.

The booing of the crowd turned to gasps of fear, they'd never seen me only partially change before, no one had, not even Tom. It took me this long to figure out how to do it, but after changing so much fully I'd finally gained control of what I was, and that came with extra perks.

I ran toward the VIP box Tom was in, but there was too much ground to cover and he must have known what I was doing, because I heard the dull thud of the lights losing power before the room went dark, and suddenly that soft hum of electricity was replaced by a massive blue arc going from one side of the arena to the other.

I smiled, he'd done what I wanted, he shut off the power to the entire building, leaving only the emergency power running. I had no idea if that meant the security system was offline, but with so much electricity being put in one place, I had my hopes it did, and that's what I was betting on.

I ran for that small glass window, the one I had been looking through before, and with a deep breath I jumped at it, pointing my claws at the shape and clutching my body as small as I could. The faster run, the stronger leap, all of it brought by what I was, was enough to rip through the thick glass like it was butter. I felt a few shards cut my arm and sides as I rolled to the ground, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't let it stop me.

Rising to my feet I looked to the door I had originally came in from, and putting my back against the opposite wall I growled, charging for it and pushing my shoulder forward. There was a massive thud, and the door was left buckled, but it was still there.

"Open damnit!" I put my back against the wall, and with another snarl I rammed shoulder first through the door, carrying it several feet before pushing it out of the way, hard.

I took a left down the first corridor, making my way down to the second right I ran into Steven, and he was holding a gun.

"Shouldn't have done that freak, Tom says you're dead, guess that mea.."

"That means his puppy is going to do as told, right?"

"Fuck you freak!" And Steven started opening fire.

His first shot went wide, which gave me time to bolt back around the corner, but not before a second shot nicked my arm.

I listened as Steven kept firing, it didn't matter that I wasn't still there, all that mattered was killing me, and he was shooting as he continued moving forward.

I'm not sure how many shots he fired, but suddenly I heard nothing but empty clicks, "Damnit!"

Steven was fumbling to put another clip in, and I took the chance. I ran around the corner as fast as my legs could carry me, and it was faster than Steven could react. I brought my right, clawed hand up to his throat and gripped as tightly as I could. His skin was soft, it was like paper, and I ripped it, taking his whole throat out, leaving nothing but a bloody mess with the white shine of his spine showing through.

He stood there for a moment, in complete oblivion to the fact he was dead, but I didn't wait for him to fall, I ran passed and kept running.

Two more rights led me to a door, and with my speed I pushed harder, screaming as I rammed my hurt shoulder into the door. It was sent flying off its hinges, and the two guards that were waiting with guns drawn were hit by it, plowing them to the ground.

I panted heavily, sweat covering my face and my right arm covered in blood, my sides having stopped bleeding from the glass cuts but it looked bad to those that saw.

Screaming filled my ears, the crowd was trying to run away, good, the guards can deal with them. I turned right and ran, down the street, not knowing where it would take me, but I was almost away from this place. I couldn't stop my relief, I was going to make it, I could get as far from hear and never think twice about it.

I was stopped dead in my tracks as ten guards filed in from an alley off to the side of the road, they had what looked like assault rifles, "Freeze, freak!" They yelled, and my face paled...this couldn't be happening, I was so close, I almost made it, I was out-freaking-side, it wasn't fair.

The sound of tires squealing came up behind me, and as I turned to look I saw a blue station wagon barreling down the road, flying past me and jumping the curb, making its way to plow through the guards. They panicked, some firing, others running, and a few rammed as the car swerved, side swiping them before more rubber was burned, making back for me and slamming on the breaks.

"Jacob! Get in!"

It was Sharon, and I didn't have time to be surprised. I ran to the passenger side and jumped in, the assault rifles already firing at the tail lights as Sharon hit the gas and floored it down the street.

I was breathing heavily from adrenaline, watching behind us for what felt like an eternity, but no one followed, not a single person.

"Don't worry Jacob, your safe..."

I turned back to her, my eyes were wide, and for the first time in a long time, scared, "Safe...but...how did you...? I mean...when did you find..I mean...um..."

Sharon let out a soft giggle, "Don't worry about the details, we need to get your injuries taken care of."

"I'm not hurt though..."

"Oh, really?" She grinned, poking at my arm just above where the bullet had grazed me, causing me to wince, "Ow...! Hey..." It was then I realized how much I was hurt. Sure, I'd been hurt worse, but pain is still pain, and it still hurts.

"Don't worry, I can explain everything to you later...go ahead and rest, you deserve it."

I wasn't going to argue with her. A lot didn't make sense, but I felt so tired that I couldn't think of anything more important to do than go to sleep.

I let my eyes close, and it wasn't long before the adrenaline that had me going began to fade, and sleep began taking me, "Sorry about the upholstery." I mumbled to Sharon before I passed out, I think she laughed.