From: third_encounter
Date: Wednesday, January 15, 1997 11:13 PM
To: Werewolf
Subject: Looking back. . .
The thunder peeled gently off in the distance. kurt lay on the lab table, plastic shackles on his wrists and ankles. He had given up resisting. Only 12 at the time, he had been know for an unconquerable will. but now, it seemed he had at last given up. A white coated doctor walked in the room.
"Hello Kurt. how are you feeling today?" he said from behind his surgical mask.
"you know damn well how I feel." he spat.
"Now Kurt, be good. You know i don't want to hurt you." Said the doctor. Two nurses walked in behind him.
"Fuck you. . . ." kurt Growled.
"That's good kid. Get angry. Shift again. I need to run my tests." Kurt tried to calm himself. He hated the place. . .. the lab. . . the doctors. . . the needles. . . .
"God. . . why did you leave me?" Kurt whispered.
"Now now kid, praying won't help." Said the Doctor, tapping the end of a needle. "Hold still" kurt gritted his teeth together. The Doctorn Put the needle in his skin, and The pain shot through him like a bullet.
"ARRRRRGGGH!" he screamed. The images swam about him. Laughing, taunting, poking, proding. "GOD SAVE ME!!!!" He screamed. . . .
Kurt Snapped awake. Sweat was rolling off of him. It was a dream. . . a memory. His chest beat wildly as he sat in the sleeping bag. He put his head in his hands. revenge.
"I'll get them... damn them." he muttered, and began to cry. His memories of DNA would never leave him. . . no matter how hard he tried.
Robert Carr
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