Bloodlust: Tales of werewolves

possible. A little shake of the wrists and ankles told him that he was being held down with something, presumably metal clamps since he still had a little wrigg

y worn off, and all the bad choices he'd made the night before was coming back in torrents. Why had he gotten so drunk in the first place? Why had he left his daughter at home unsupervised? And what t

say but the woman shushed him. She moved closer to his bed and laid a rubber -gloved hand on his wrist. "It would be over before you know it." She said, smiling. "You've gone through too much pain already. Dr Makovsky and I would fix you up in no ti

aughter. I left her at home alone overnight and-" Mike was interrupted by the opening of the door. The white-haired man from the night before walked in, labcoated and carrying a tray of syringes and needles and strange liquids, whi

times the pain of the tranquilizer gun. He tried to roll over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. "Give him the buprenorphrine." He heard the doctor say after a couple of seconds. Mike's head cleared as the pain went a

sed through his veins. Within his agony Mike vaguely heard the woman say to the doctor "Is it supposed to hurt him this much?" At which the doctor gave a muffled answer. Both doctors walked out of the room and into a corridor, where all that shielded them from the screeching man was a wall of glass. They both watch impassively as the man writhed and stretched against his shackles. "How long will this take, doc?" The female asked the old man. "Not too long, now. We should leave him here. Just in case..." He replied in his halting English. "Just in case?" The woman turned to the doctor "Just what..." "Beth," The docto

ated. Sobs built up in her throat, threatening to let loose. She watched as Mike hit the glass wall repeatedly. It started to show serrated cracks at every impact. Dr Frank must have seen what she saw as they reached the elevator on the other side of the corridor and he started punching the elevator button franticallv. The elevator doors opened and revealed two scientists armed with long guns. Dr Frank gave them instructions in rapid Russian and they nodded, face grim, hoisting their guns. They faced the monster bravely as he ran towards them on all fours, having rid the room of its glass wall. Before Beth could see any more, the elevator doors slid shut and began its descent. She slid down the wall of the elevator, a boneless, bereft sliding, and began to sob. "What have we done? What have I done?" She said. 1'What we have done is make headway in a scientific experiment, Beth dear. I had my doubts, never thought it would work this well. Cut vourself some slack. You did well." "I did well?" She looked up. Tears had clouded her vision "What I did was send two

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