The Wolf In Me

Chapter 59: Part 2 Dealing with the scientist

Luka's POV

"You are lucky I am tolerating you being alive! Don't make me change my mind!" I growled with my silvery-blue glowing eyes at the scientists, holding my hands around their necks, pushing them both against the wall.

With both arms I lifted them, causing them to choke and struggle as I watched them suffer as long as I could.

"Alpha, I think that is enough. If you kill them we won't get the answers that we need," Jake said firmly, holding his hand around the metal gate, keeping it open.

Letting them go, they fell heavily onto the ground, coughing and struggling to bring back their natural colour on their faces.

The enchantress was calmly waiting for everyone to settle down sitting on a chair right opposite the dirty toilet installed in the cell. Nodding at her to start working her magic into their disturbed minds, I walked out of the cell and waited outside next to Jake.

I watched her close her eyes and concentrate for a moment, then as she opened them, her eyes settled on the younger scientist named Jaxon. As she chose to pray, her mind locked itself into his, causing him to forcefully remember what she needed to see.

The enchantress's POV

My mind was intertwined with Jaxon's as I entered into his past. Our bodies became one, being able to see from his point of view. He was able to control himself and my eyes and ears were just there to listen.

"Jax, where are you going dear?" A voice of a woman called from behind.

He turned to look at her as I started to feel his emotions gathering up into a ball of thorns being pushed onto his skin.

"Mother," he started, sipping his last bit from his glass of water. "To work of course. I will be back by tomorrow, I promise. I got promoted and a colleague of mine is going to explain my new job."

I felt his heartbeat getting faster as sweat gathered under his armpits and hands. He was lying, and whatever he was covering was something big.

Feeling myself shift into another memory, my eyes or rather Jax's, landed on a key he was pushing into a locked entrance. At the sound of the door unlocking, he walked us into the science room full of bright light, silver trays, other unrecognisable equipment that are frequently used by doctors or scientists alike.

"Why are you in there?" A familiar voice asked from the other side of the room.

Merging from the shadows, Brian showed up all covered in dry blood, looking tense. His eyes locked with ours as he waited for Jax's answer.

"I'm sorry sir. Erm. Someone asked me to bring a pipette for subject 36."

There was a moment of silence before Biorn spoke again, looking slightly upset, yet holding his posture.

"Hmm, I thought for such equipment you were informed that you had to go to room A2, the one next to the engine room. So, knowing how sharp you can be I am sure you have not forgotten. Tell me. Why have you come here?"

Jaxon sighed, knowing he could not escape from this and so he took two steps forward holding himself together.

"My mother is sick. She needs a heart transplant and I..." he stopped momentarily pursing his lips looking at the floor.

I felt his emotions rise at the mention of his mother and fought against losing his strength. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Stealing. You mean you were going to steal a heart from us and you thought we wouldn't notice."

Biorn moved closer to Jaxon, threatening him with a knife to his neck.

"If I see you one more time in this room, trying to take something without permission, I will make you watch your mother being shredded into pieces, before I take your eyeballs out, making sure your last image was of her being butchered. Are we clear?"

Jaxon nodded, feeling his hands shake with fear, leaving the room in a rush.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit"

He walked fast in the long corridors, punching a fist against the wall.

"Boss," he said in surprise, looking at an old man in a white cloak.

"Dr Paul Write," he said sternly, looking unimpressed.

"Sorry sir, Dr Paul Write," Jaxon uttered, feeling tense.

"Will you come with me?" Dr Paul asked, studying Jaxon.

We nodded and started to walk back, following this boss doctor.

"How long have you been working with us?" Dr Paul asked looking at the floor as we walked slowly.

"Six months."

He nodded a few times quietly, then stopped at room A7 which I was sure was his office. I could feel Jaxon think that. Waiting for Dr Paul to walk in, I followed behind, closing the door.

"Have a seat. We have a few things to talk about," he ordered, frowning in concentration.

Moving into a sitting position on a thin wooden chair, Dr Paul placed a glass of whiskey towards me as he sat down right opposite, behind his wide wooden desk.

"This place is," he stopped for a moment to think, "not what you think it is for. You came in here hoping you would find a decent job working in an ordinary science lab, mixing chemicals, studying how the body works finding cures, right?"

I nodded, looking at him moving his whisky towards his eighty-year-old lips, listening to his sipping and swallowing. My eyes still fixed on him, Jaxon started to wonder what this is all about.

"Back in nineteen ninety-two, my first wife was diagnosed with lung cancer. Being a doctor myself, I did everything I could to save her. She was the world and the core of my life, but with all my efforts, she still died in my arms at only fifty. As doctors, we think we know it all, right? But no," he moved his index finger in a 'no' motion at me, carrying on with the conversation.

"Guess what. We know nothing," he chuckled, then sipped some more whiskey down his pipes.

I fixed my throat and as he motioned for me to join him, I reached for the cold glass, nodding in acceptance. Sipping down the whiskey, I felt my throat squeeze, making me cough. The doctor eyed me for a moment, then placed his empty glass on his desk.

"In two thousand fourteen, I discovered that us humans are not the only kind that lives amongst nature and animals."

He stopped and observed Jaxon's reaction. I could feel him stiffen as his eyes widened.

"What do you mean?" I asked, in a surprised tone.

"You know what I mean," Dr Paul said, now standing up from his chair.

I could tell Jax was getting worried and was about to stand up, trying to escape.

"Not so fast young boy, or should I say dog?"

Jaxon stops moving as he was pushed back on the chair by two guards that were behind us all the time. They laid one hand over my shoulders so I won't attempt to move again.

"Oh, Jaxon, Jaxon, how impolite of you to rush out when I am not done talking! Have you not listened to your mother's advice on how not to be so rude?"

"Don't," Jaxon said, clenching his jaw.

Dr Paul grinned, knowing that he was getting Jaxon where he wanted.

"Don't what? Mention your mother? Just wait till you see her in the room next to us."

"What do you want from me?" He screamed in fear of his mother's health.

Dr Paul nodded at the guards to step back into their original places letting go of me. Jaxon had nowhere to go, considering that he was threatened.

"Your kind is the key to the cures of many human diseases Jax. Your mother, for instance, is dying. Without your blood, she will not heal. But, you can help her."

Jaxon was confused, looking straight into the doctor's eyes, trying to see if he was lying.

"Well, being disobedient always gets you into trouble, son. Can't you understand that? The day you ran away in your other unhuman form, one of your now colleagues followed you and came to me telling me

that finally, we have a chance of having someone we can work on and that the speculations were true. Finding out that you are a scientist only made matters easier, so I sent you a letter with an opportunity. You easily came right at our door begging for a job. So, here we are, at the base of the story. You must be wondering what I have to offer."

I eyed him quietly for a moment, then nodded, pursing my lips.

"If you accept to help me, I will help you in return, and give your mother the cure she needs. We will keep her here in safe hands until my plan is achieved.