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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Teaser TUESDAYS....from The Hunted of 2060


TEASER TUESDAYS....from The Hunted of 2060



As my hand rose a careful inch, the figure returned and latched 
four steel cuffs around each of my limbs. Steel is a bastard to break.
‘This will hurt.’ The voice was a soft female sound, but scratchy. 
She poked a long iron rod into my leg and released an electrical current 
far greater than the first. Sharp pain. My body reacted in violence. 
Fur grew from my skin and claws grew from my nails.
‘Stop! Stop!’ I begged. My ears honed in on her stepping away 
and into conversation with another also garbed in a white trench coat.
‘Her features are surprisingly similar to your own,’ a male voice 
remarked.
‘Designed that way to blend with our race.’ The female voice 
spoke with certainty.
‘But still, the similarity is remarkable. She could be 
your sister, your daughter.’ The male voice stepped out of 
the room. The female figure returned to my cot, her heels 
clicking on the marble floor. I tilted my head in her direction, 
away from Diamond.
‘Why...why are you doing this?’
‘We have to study your transformation, the monster inside you.’ 
She showed no emotion.
‘I’m not a monster.’ I shook my head and body in refusal at the 
rod piercing my leg again, and again my body convulsed. 
My human skin faded, replaced by a growing wolf. 
‘I’m not a monster!’ I declared to her, to myself. ‘I’m April!’
Her head jerked back at those words, and she lowered the iron rod. 
 At her incredulous expression, I felt the power shift to me, 
though I didn’t know why.  My bones quieted, the fur 
retreated into my skin and the claws recoiled. ‘I’m April!’
The physician pulled away from me and the cloud that 
once covered my mind lifted. Her strong blue eyes became 
clear and a thought burrowed between her brows that 
hindered her movement. Her alabaster coloring contrasted 
the darkness of the previous room and she questioned 
herself in quiet.
‘She can’t be.’ She stood still, backed away and then 
approached again. ‘She would be about this age. 
She resembles me. Her name is...April.’ Each thought 
she declared aloud became my world. I only heard her voice. 
I only smelled her skin. I only saw her eyes. The name tag 
hung on the right side of her coat and dangled over me, 
Melissa Marn, and a word formed on my lips…
‘Mother?’
Her face became as clear as my own and our stare locked 
on each other’s, caught in space and time.






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