A/N: Bear with me on this one. It was pretty hard to write :(

HENRY SIGHS IN frustration. It has been three weeks and the Subject still isn't shifting. He should have naturally shifted within the first few days, but he never did. Ever since, they have been administering serums to force the shift into his wolf form, with no luck thus far.

"There could be a problem with his mental development," One of the other doctors, a young woman named Dr. Sarah Hyung, suggests.

"No. Everything was perfect," he insists, rising from his office chair and brushing past Dr. Hyung.

The doctor strides angrily down the corridor, his white coat billowing. Dr. Hyung struggles to keep up with him. He swings open the door to the main lab. Startled workers jump at his sudden entrance, their eyes watching him warily.

"Is the new serum finished?" He asks, glaring eyes inspecting the employees' faces.

"Is something wrong, sir?" One of then dares to ask.

"I said, is it finished?" He seethes. If the Subject isn't cooperating, he will make it cooperate. This serum must work. If it doesn't, the military could cut his funding. There have been too many failed attempts and he can't afford another one.

"Y-yes, sir; in refrigerator seventeen," one of the others, a young man, supplies.

"Ms. Hyung, get the serum. I will be waiting for you in Cell 1."

*

Cell 1 is an all white, rectangular-shaped pod with a five-feet by three-feet window on one wall. One of the short ends houses a metal door with a keypad lock, only accessible to those with a highest level security badge. The pod itself is on rollers that allow it to be transported to three different locations: a sanitary room, the training and testing center, and the lab.

The pod's contents consist of a small metal bed bolted to the wall, and a skinny young man with white hair and pale eyes. All of his surroundings are white: white walls, white sheets, white clothes.

Most would go mad with the monotony, but not him. Why? Because he has never known anything else.

Three weeks. Three weeks since his birth, or rather, his awakening. Of course, he doesn't know it's been three weeks.

The young man understands routine, but not exactly time itself.

He knows how long he has to wait every day between meals; he knows how many times a day he takes 'serum'. He also knows how long it takes before the serum starts to work.

He doesn't know how the medicine is supposed to work, but they say it is doing exactly what it is supposed to. All he knows, is it scares him. He doesn't like how it makes him feel--like he doesn't have control.

Claws grow out of his fingertips and his teeth grow long to where they pierce his lips and draw blood. And it burns. His skin burns, but he doesn't understand why. There are so many things he doesn't understand.

The good woman tries to help him. He can't really understand what she is telling him most of the time, but he is getting better. She is teaching him 'good' and 'bad'. She is good. She is the good woman. She calls herself Katie.

She says that good things are the things you want more of. He considered this for a while, wondering what things in his life are good. He decided meal time is good.

Many people have been trying to teach him things, using pictures and hand gestures, but he likes it most when Katie teaches him. Her teaching is good, their teaching is bad.

The young man is startled by the Doctor's scent. He distinguishes people by their scent, but he is beginning to associate them by name, now that he is starting to under stand what a name is. That's why he called him Doctor; because everyone else does. He isn't sure what to think of the Doctor--whether he is good or bad.

The one thing that confuses him, is why the Doctor is here. This is outside of the schedule. Normally, Doctor only visits him when they give him the serum, but he already had his serum today. The boy pales when he realizes he is getting a second dose.

The Doctor's stern face appears in the window, clad in his usual attire of a black suit and a white coat. The Subject watches warily as Doctor enters the room accompanied by several guards.

"Sir, shouldn't we move him to the lab, or the training area? What if he actually shifts--" one of the guards says.

"He will be fine," the doctor replies. "Hold him down."

The Subject cowers back into the wall as the men step closer. A guard grabs each of his arms and the third forces him to his knees.

This isn't how this is supposed to be happening. Katie always gives him the serum. She does it the good way, not this way--the bad way. When she does it, she is good. Nobody has to hold him down.

Just then, Dr. Hyung enters the room, her eyes widening at the sight of Subject Zero being held down against his will.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Just give me the serum," he says, holding his hand out for the syringe.

The guards' grip tightens almost painfully on his arms, their black gloves rough against his skin. Or, in his mind, bad, everything is bad.

The Doctor uncaps the syringe, the long, thick needle shining under the florescent lights. The Subject whimpers.

"Hold his arm out."

His arm is thrust forward, the inside of his elbow facing the ceiling. The Subject's eyes look frantically up at them, pleading for them to stop.

A soft cry escapes his lips as the needle penetrates his skin, sinking deep into his flesh.

The reaction is immediate.

His wolf side--the bad side--surges forward. A viscous snarl rips from his throat, his teeth descending from his gums to form sharp fangs. Ripping free of the guards, he stumbles back into the wall, every inch of his skin burning and pulsing from the bad side.

Like a dam breaking, his other side takes over. The Subject's body begins to morph and rearrange itself. The other occupants of the room rush out and lock the door behind them. He is vaguely aware of the Doctor saying, "Go inform the others, they will want to see this."

The young man's bones begin to snap and pop beneath his skin, the overwhelming pain excruciating. Fur rises along the nape of his neck, descending down his spine.

His clothes begin to stretch and tear as wolf-like features replace his those of his humanoid form. Growls and pain-filled snarls vibrate the metal walls of his cell.

The pain only stops when he is standing on four legs. The wolf stands completely still, as though he is waiting. His breathing is heavy and laboured.

Outside, a small crowd has formed, eagerly watching. Years of hard work have finally paid off: the shift worked.

The newly transformed werewolf suddenly begins to scratch and claw at every surface in his cell, doing everything in his power to escape--to be free.

The subject slams himself into the window of his cell, the glass cracking under his weight. The people outside scramble back in fear, the soldiers readying their guns.

Slam. He rams the glass again.

Slam.

Slam.

The glass shatters, shards spraying onto the concrete floors. The humans make a mad dash for the exits.

Subject Zero jumps from the cell, his paws crunching over the broken glass. He raises his head, belting out howl after howl of confusion, fear, and pain.

His wild eyes frantically scan the many faces staring back at him. The guards simultaneously fire at him, their darts striking him all at once.

The Subject recoils, his legs failing him. The wolf struggles to keep his legs underneath him as he tries desperately to get away. The drugs, however, are too much for his heightened immune system to fight off, and his body crumbles.

Men in uniform surround him, weapons aimed down at his defeated form. He is vaguely aware of his body slowly returning to its humanoid form, naked and cold, before darkness surrounds him and he loses consciousness.

At first, he wasn't sure if the doctor was good or bad, but now he knows.

The doctor is bad.

A/N: Told you guys this chapter was going to be exciting.

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