@placeabo
Those bred for wicked purposes had the choice to change. Perhaps that is what such a thing would search for, to let the violence sit in the past, and to live a human existence. But, it seemed that the same mundane complacency would lead to its capture. Years of peace were broken by the will of a greed-filled wretch looking to save himself from age and illness. Such tenacity could only come from one chased down by fate, and enforced by the men in his hire.
They came in the night, brandishing weapons of capture, three dozen marched upon the beast, and all fell to fang and claw. Their attempts to surprise it were thwarted by the cunning of decades. It was a stroke of luck that one of the tranquilizing shots hit true, fired by a young, brazen officer who soon found metal canines wrapped around the mass of his skull. It was the young man’s foolish sacrifice that allowed reinforcements to collect their quarry.
So now it slept, feminine form floated languildly in glacial fluids, hooked from every limb with chain and tube. A mask sat affixed to the face, obscuring a wanting maw. The predator found itself in and out of consciousness, but still sat readily coiled, listening and waiting, collecting what information it could. Numerous days were spent this way, until there was a break in the monotony.
It was the blaring of an alarm and a harsh jostle to the building that brought voids open. The workers had scattered and the distant sound of volleyed gunfire roused dulled senses. The drugs were cut off, back up generator failing to restart the cocktail that kept the beast at bay. How lucky.
Instinct spurred the beast to act. Dark talons splay, body bunching as it begins to tear at the cell walls, glass shattering on the force of impact, water emptying to the lab floor. Needles were torn from veins, tubing shredded and only heavy metal chains remained to keep the androgen in place. The pale form halted here, dark eyes lolling in their sockets, steaming form twitching and twisting to stare into the doorway. The dark head gave a slow tilt, staring at the other. Nostrils flared behind the muzzle, a deep grumble and snort as predator stared down predator.
