# Skyfall Chapter 1

Author: Abyssa
Tags: Alien, Anthro, Canine, Hybrid, Laboratory, Male, Werewolf, Wolf, space

Chapter
1

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DATE: UNKNOWN
TIME: UNKNOWN
LOCATION: UNKNOWN
  I am rocketing through space at a speed
so fast all I see is a white blur. My small craft will be running out of fuel
soon, and its hazard lights are illuminated. Luckily, I have spotted a nearby
planet that my scanner says I will be able to survive on. The scanner also
picked up basic language, which is what I am transcribing my internal log in
now. From the looks of it, I will be arriving on the darkened side of the
planet-it will be night time. The atmosphere is similar to where I come from... 
  I am still wounded from the
struggle, but I am too distracted to feel that sort of pain right now. The
nervousness renders my muscles weak, and my body can hardly respirate.  I need to calm down.
  I should be arriving shortly. Even
if I survive, I doubt I will be able to update my log again until the events
have passed.
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   My craft slammed into the planet, crashing
through green vegetation and cracking against hard mountains. Apparently my landing
gear was not working. My safety device snapped in half as my craft spiraled
down the rock face, which caused me to tumble around in the craft. I slammed
into the sharp edges and felt an intense pain down my spine. The craft spun and
fell for what seemed like an eternity as I travelled down the mountainside. 
   Finally, everything came to a stop. The
entire left side of my craft was gone, and the rest of it was slowly shattering
into dust. 
  I inhaled deeply. The air here
felt stiff and burned my throat, and my muscles were not reacting to the
gravity as well as they should have been. I needed to find a new form. I wobbled
out of my craft, clinging to the edge of its round shape as I slipped out onto
solid, soft ground. 
   My head jerked up at a rustling sound.
Something was near. I activated my internal scanner and looked around. I
identified some small life forms that flew about the dark, but I did not want
to take their form. I heard something larger approaching. It was loud, and made
grunting noises that sounded defensive. I tried to force my limbs to move in
its direction, but they needed time to adjust to the gravity of this planet. I
collapsed into the dusty earth, and looked up to see a blurred figure smash
through the vegetation and fall to the ground. 
   The
planet's pale, blue moon was shining brightly against the creature's bizarre
silhouette. I watched the bipedal creature flail around in front of me,
swinging it's wild limbs from side to side and roaring like a beast. The ground
shook when it moved; this was something with immense power. That was the form I
needed to take.  I crawled closer to it
as it staggered towards me.
  Once it was close enough, I
reached out and grabbed onto the creature's furred leg, which rippled with
flexing muscles. The creature froze like a statue, and I saw a large muzzle
jutting out of its face with wicked teeth inside. I focused on the creature,
and soon it's DNA was entering my brain.
   The feeling felt unlike any creature I had
felt before. It was as if it's DNA was confused, mixed... It was then that I
realized this creature was transforming into something else. I hoped I had
enough complete DNA to transform into something. I downloaded all the information
I could from its brain, but the feeling was overwhelming when paired with my
wounded state. Exhausted, I was forced to release the creature. It seemed to
complete it's transformation as it ran into the woods and away from me.
   I looked towards the remnants of my craft, remembering
I still needed to destroy it. I used the DNA I had collected from the creature
to strengthen my legs, and was able to stumble back over to it. I entered a few
commands in the glowing control panel, and the metal-like material began to
etch away into nothing as it transformed into the dirt that was around it.
  With the last of my strength, I
focused my mind on the DNA I had collected. I imagined in my head what my new
form would look like, and felt the familiar feeling of my own DNA unraveling as
it adjusted to create that image. Exhaustion overcame me halfway through my
transformation, and everything went black. 
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  When my
mind slowly began to come conscious once more, I felt completely different. My
transformation must have completed itself while I slept. My brain slowly
oriented itself to all the new information it had downloaded....Werewolf.
  Werewolves... They are supposed to transform on full moons or when they
are extremely stressed. Typically, a werewolf does not have complete control
over it's morph. The information displayed itself in my head. 
  Shit. Werewolves were usually in
a form called human, but I didn't have enough DNA to create a human form for
myself. I searched the information to see if a creature like what I had turned
into existed on this planet. 
   It did not. I decided it was a good time to
open my eyes and find out where I was. I no longer felt the dusty earth beneath
my body, but instead I seemed to be laying on some sort of soft surface. Slowly,
I cracked my new eyes open.
  My eyelids were penetrated by a
blinding light. All I could see was white. I became aware of the injuries in my
new body as I attempted to sit up. Struck with pain, I coughed and reached up
my new hand to my new chest cavity. My eyes adjusted and put together a foreign
picture as I dared to open them more. I looked down at my body to see that I
somewhat resembled the bipedal creature I saw before. 
  My body was covered in a soft,
white fur with black markings scattered around it, I took time to feel the
defined muscles in my abdomen and legs, which were very, very sore. I had hands
that were mostly human, but were covered in fur and had paw pads on the palms.
Black claws stuck out of my fingertips.
  I glanced up to observe my
surroundings, and a jolt of panic washed over me. I noticed that my arm had a
bond on it with a cord that attached to a white, tiled wall. My other arm had a
bandage wrapped around it. I could see some red oozing through in a few places,
the color of blood here. Much brighter
than the blood at home. I thought to myself. My hand had a needle in the
top of it with liquid from a bag of some kind dripping into the vein through a
long tube. I was lying on a white bed; the sheets were soft and looked perfect.

  Confusion and fear crept into my
mind. I began to breathe heavily. I saw a reflective surface on one of the
walls and glanced into it. My face resembled what they called a wolf, pointed
ears, soft fur, and a muzzle jutting out of my face with sharp teeth tucked
inside of it. 
   Opening
and closing my mouth a few times, I observed the movements of my face, unsure
of how to feel. It looked like I had adopted some patterns from my original
form. This made me uncomfortable. It must have happened when I fell asleep. I
studied my eyes. They were a deep violet with specks of a rustic red on the
edges. I blinked several times. 
  My ears shot foreword at the
sound of the door opening; the door I failed to realize existed until it opened
and a creature walked through. 
   A human.
My heart raced. I was overwhelmed by all the reactions this body was having.
It-he, was wearing a white coat over white pants...everything was so white.
Sterile. My wide eyes locked with his dark, black eyes. He was smiling at me.
Was this a threat? I had to scan my brain to find out.
  No. That gesture is not a threat.
He made a noise but I did not hear him. My body lurched forward in panic, and I
was caught by the cord on my wrist. My injured arm stung from the sudden
pressure I had placed on it as I caught myself. 
  "Calm down!" The human said as he
froze, "Calm down, I am not going to hurt you."
  I allowed my mind to decode his
message, this was the first time I had heard the language spoken aloud, and it
took a few moments for it to sink in.
  "Can you speak?"  He asked.
  I swallowed hard; I did not know.
The beast I had encountered in the woods was roaring madly, which I understood
now was an animalistic noise that these "humans" did not make. At least, they
didn't make those noises when they were in their human forms. Humans communicated
using specific sounds called words and used very little body language. They
considered themselves very different from all other animals, yet their
biological structures were very similar. How strange.
  "Do you understand me?" His voice
was soft. 
  I focused as hard as I could on
the molecular structure of my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to concentrate.
Surely it could make those noises...if I tweaked a few things... I coughed
violently as I rearranged some of the cells, mostly to distract the human, but
partially because my throat was still raw and sore from my arrival.
  He watched me carefully, but
remained silent. Finally, I stopped coughing and turned back to him, "I..." I
coughed again, and this time some red blood shot out of my mouth. "Yes." I
wheezed. 
  Good. I DID have a voice and I was
capable of making those noises... I would just need to heal and practice, first.
  The human approached me again,
"Take it easy." He said, sitting down on the side of the bed. My muscles
tensed. I was unsure of how to feel, and my downloaded information did not help
me this time. 
  "Our guards found your body in the
woods three nights ago. You were very weak and hardly coherent." He said
calmly, studying my tense body "We do not wish to harm you. We are trying to
help you."
  I wondered who "we" were as my
brain scanned his tone. I stared into his eyes, which were deep brown close-up,
and studied his face. His face was narrow with sharp features, and he had a
soft expression that still carried strength with it. My downloaded information
told me he looked like a young adult. He did not SEEM to be lying, but I could
not be certain. I attempted to relax a bit. 
  "Okay." I attempted speech once
more. This time I seemed to have a more solid sound to my voice. 
   "Do you have a name?" The human asked, running
a hand through his dark, brown hair, which laid flat on his head and covered
his eyes just slightly when he looked down. His hair seemed to be a bit longer
in the front, and a few long strands fell over his ears as it shortened out in
the back. Distracted by his hair, I had forgotten to pay attention to his
question. I became nervous once I realized what he had asked. He stared at me
as he awaited an answer.
   "N-no." I lied. "I cannot remember." Even if
I wanted him to know my name, there was no way it could have been pronounced in
human tongue. 
   "What exactly are you?" He asked, his eyes
probing at me. I was tempted to run, but my broken body, however strong, could
not have made it out. Not to mention my arm was tethered to the wall. I
swallowed hard.
   "I do not remember anything, sir." I choked
out. The word "sir" seemed to just pop in there. I suppose it was a defensive
reflex...make the human feel respected, let them know you recognize their
authority over you.     "Okay, dog." He laughed a bit, my mind
scanned the word "dog" and my downloaded information informed me that this was
a derogatory term used for werewolves and canines. I briefly wondered if he was
insulting me, or if it meant something else I didn't understand; he had also
laughed...I was confused, but I didn't have time to dwell on it.
   "We're going to figure something out. I need
to change your bandages." The human said. "Please do not panic. This will hurt, but it is necessary to keep
your wounds clean. Do you understand?"
   The fear came back again. I nodded shakily
as he leaned over my body and unwrapped the bandage on my right arm. I watched
him reveal blood-soaked fur underneath. The wound was horrible. My new flesh
was sliced inches deep, with the muscle torn right open, and it had been
stitched together with some string, but the edges were still raw and stripped
off. The wound ran from my wrist all the way up my forearm. I doubted I would
be able to hide the scar once it DID heal, considering that my transformation
had barely helped. Usually, I would have been able to heal it right up with
some new DNA, but I suppose this wound was different. At least my internal bones
were no longer showing. "Some scars last
forever." They always used to tell me...
   The air hitting the wound caused it to
sting. I watched carefully as the human sprayed some liquid over it. I screamed
out. This pain was almost as bad as receiving the wound was, and I struggled to
keep myself from ripping my arm away. The liquid burned deep inside my tissues,
and I roared much like the beast in the woods had.
   The
human seemed to flinch at my reaction, "I am very sorry." He said while
remaining very focused on my arm. He tenderly dabbed at the wound with
different types of cloth and burning liquid before carefully redressing the
wound with a fresh bandage. He did seem to care, or at least feel sorry that I
was in pain. That helped me relax a bit.
   After my arm had been cleaned, none of my
other wounds caused me to react in that way. Many of the other wounds were
small scratches or bruised bones, and a few cracked ribs. The rest of my wounds
I was able to heal up during the transformation. I breathed deeply while he
cleaned the rest. 
   While watching him tend to my wounds, the
thought that I was tethered to the wall gnawed at my mind. I tried to ignore
it, being too shy to ask questions at first, but finally I burst.
   "Am I a prisoner?" My voice must have been
filled with fear, and my body began to shake again, "Why am I bound?" My mind
filled with terrifying answers as I asked the question.
   The human looked up briefly with a rather
conflicted expression. "No. Not a prisoner." He sighed after a few moments, "We
just did not want you to wake up in panic and harm yourself, or one of our
staff." 
   I probed my downloaded information. I could
not gather the data, and this place looked extremely unfamiliar. That shouldn't
have happened...perhaps I was unable to download complete memories from the
werewolf in the woods? Still, the creature should have been able to recognize
general objects, such as the things in this room, but my downloaded information
was as confused as I was at the foreign sights. I wondered what sort of place I
had ended up in.
  "Staff? You mentioned a guard
earlier." I wheezed again, my mouth and throat were so dry, "Where exactly am
I? What is this place?" I asked.
  The human finished dabbing at my
last wound and looked up at me, flicking his head to flip his hair to the side,
"This is the Rhizodeoxy Institution Laboratory, or TRIL." He said, placing the
soiled bandages and fabrics on a metal tray. "We study genetic structures and
DNA specifically in this lab, but all kinds of scientific experiments go on
here." 
  My heart began to race again. How did they know? DO they know? Is this
some sort of twisted coincidence? 
  "Experiments." I repeated, fear
coating my weak voice. "Is that what I will become?" I dared to ask.
  The human laughed, "No! No. We do
not experiment like that." He assured me, stepping away from my bedside to
dispose of the bandages. 
  I remained uncertain, "So I will
be allowed to leave?"
  He looked over his shoulder at me,
"Yes, certainly. But we cannot let you leave until you are healed, that would
be quite rude of us." He smiled again, "...and, my boss has taken interest in you
because of your strange form. He will be pleased to know that you speak, as
well!" 
  I closed my eyes and tried to wrap
my head around what was just said. They
must not know what I am, but they must want to know...but they aren't admitting
to it, not yet. What could they possibly want from me that would keep them from
asking questions? I wondered to myself. Why
are they playing so nice?
  "What does he want from me?" I
sounded defensive.
  "No worries, he was just
considering offering you a job position." 
  I turned to look at my body
again, studying the features and carefully learning them as I practiced flexing
different muscles. I felt as though I was going to pass out. 
  "Look, you should be resting,
um..." He paused, "You really do need a name, buddy. Maybe you should pick one
out for yourself!" He said, holding out his hand, "My name's Misha." 
  I reflexively took his hand and
shook it with a nod. 
  "I need to get going, but you rest
up. I'll be back tomorrow to do the same thing all over again, unfortunately.
But we can talk more then, okay?" Misha asked me, smiling that warm, genuine
smile again.
  I felt shy and avoided eye contact.
I did not want to speak with him again... I was homesick already, but I knew that
"home" harbored a much worse fate than whatever I faced here. Still, playing
out my fate at home would have been easier than running away. I wasn't sure
what was going to happen, and I wondered if it was worth it to run away.
   I nodded to the human and mumbled "okay"
quietly.
  He took another look at me,
studying me once more before finally leaving and closing the door. I heard it
lock behind him. I would have been uncomfortable if the darkness of sleep
hadn't consumed me as soon as I laid back down.

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