~Willow~
I felt the long old needle pierce the flesh of my arm as I struggled with the chains holding me to the hard mettle lab table. I felt my strength leave me as the drug took affect. All it did was take your strength, not stop pain.
The scientists pulled the long rod out of the fire. I tried with the very little strength I had to pull away from the hot iron. One of them grabbed my face. I attempted to yank from his grip as the iron was pressed to my check.
I couldn't restrain it, I yelled.
I felt the back of a gloved hand hit my unburned check. "Your kind is not to make a sound." He hissed in my face.
"It's done, go get the next one." another of then said as the chains were clipped off the cuffs on my wrists, ankles, and neck.
They were just pulling me from the room when a blaring alarm sounded. The room devolved into darkness. Slowly my eyes blinked open.
It took me a while to register the pink walls and black trim of me bed room. This had been my room for the last year or so. I still had the nightmares about my time in the lab. Even now I could feel the cold sweet soaking my sheets.
Reluctantly I slid out of my bed. It was seven in the morning. Normally I didn't get up this early. I was free to sleep in if I liked, but Andy was coming back today.
In the one year I had been here I had learned a lot. Mostly about Tie and Andy.
They had even had a halter son ten years ago. Well he had been adopted after they found him seriously injured. Apparently he had saved their lives before he disappeared. Andy still looked for him every time there was a report of a halfer for sell. Tie thought he had never been found.
As my thoughts wondered I put on my day clothing. In quiet agitation I put my hair up. As I stripped the wet sheets from my bed I heard a car pull up outside.
I finished stripping the bed down and hulled the sheets up to start the wash.
"Was it him?" I heard Tie from the living room.
"No, it was some other wolf." Andy sighed as she sat down.
Not wanting to stick my head in where it didn't belong I walked back to my room. I wasn't a real part of the family. The halfer they were looking for was, but not me.
I had seen a room they had built for him if he came back. Painted in black and reds, archery and rock music posters. They had really known him. They let me pick stuff for myself, but still, he was the one that was more important.
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I was gonna wait for tomorrow, but had to do her.
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Willow
