Dax's eyes slowly opened, the fogginess blurring his vision. A suddened swarm of smells flew through his nose, fighting for attention. Steril metal. Sweat. Disinfectant. Vomit. Animal dander. The 17 year old boy's vision slowly cleared. A piercing scream from a few yards away made him jump, causing him to bang his head with a loud thump. The scream turned to a strange gurgling noise, a cross between sobbing, choking, and an inhuman wimper. The sound slowly lessened to a more restrained sniffling.
Dax shook his head nervously and sat up. A sharp pain shot down his back, making him gasp. He had been sleeping on a hard metal floor with only a thin blanket, bairly worthy of being used for a tissue. He looked around quickly and suddenly realized he was in a cage. There was a dish of what looked like dog food next to him, along with a mug full of room temperature tap water. There was a bucket in the far corner. Dax realized with a disgusted look over the side that it was for his "waste products." the cage was just large enough that he could sit up, and long enough to lay on the floor with his legs slightly bent. Beside him was another cage, then another, then another. The same arangement was also in front and on the other side of him.
To his right was a boy, maybe fourteen-years-old. To his left was an empty cage that looked like it had been lived in. He looked over at the boy again. He hurriedly tapped the side of his cage to get his attention.
"Hey! Hey you! Where am I?"
The boy looked over and raised an eyebrow.
"In a cage, idiot." he smiled with a fake sweet smile. Dax grunted. He shifted, looking around a bit, worriedly
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
The boy sighed.
"Alright you got me, you got me. We're actually on an alien spaceship and we're being used as cattle."
Dax gave him an evil eye. He was getting fed up with this stupid kid.
"Listen, you little smart mouth, I asked you a question and I want it answered. Now you can tell me, or I'll just ask someone else!"
The boy just raised his hands as if in protection.
"Alright, alright! Jeeze, ya have a little fun and some guy goes crazy on ya... Look, no one really knows where we are. We just wake up here, then the thugs take us. When we come back, we're half animal."
"Stop it! Just tell me where I am!" Dax was sure he would strangle this kid if there wasn't a mesh wall between them.
"That's the truth!"
"Oh yeah? Then why aren't YOU half animal?"
"I am! I can shape shift!"
"Oh yeah? Prove it!"
"I would but it really hurts."
"Ha! I knew it. Just tell me the truth!"
The boy growled in frustration. And then something happened. Hair began to grow from the boy's skin. His ears lengthened and thinned out. He grew a long brown tail. And then, in place of the boy was a brown mutt.
"How-" Dax's eyes grew large. He backed up in his cage, afraid for his life. So he was really telling the truth? Dax Blinked and leaned forward, stretching out his hand. He reached his fingers trough the bars and touched the dogs brown fur. It was dirty and matted, like a dog on the streets.
The dogs face twisted with pain and let put a loud yelp and a stifled wimper. Dax quickly pulled his hands away, knocking his elbow on the cage. The boy slowly reverted back to human. He was panting like crazy and he groaned in pain.
Dax sat with his back against the cage and put his head in his hands. He couldn't believe where he was. That's it! It's a dream. A nightmare. He'll just wake up in the morning and everything will be fine and dandy. Aw, who was he kidding! He was in a living Hell and he knew it.
The boy caught his breath and looked over at Dax.
"Believe me now?""
"Yeah." Dax's eyes began to water as panic set in. He pulled his knees in to his chest. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This is happening.
There was a clang to the right of him, then the skeeeEEEEE thump! of a door closing.
"Speak of the devil."
Two men in long white cloaks came in, carrying a large portable cage that must way a ton. They had a handle each, opposite of each other to share the weight. The came straight for Dax's cage he began to get worried that the men were coming for him, to take him to the changing room.
Dax let out a sigh of relief as the men opened to door of the cage next to him, opening the now open carrying cage up to it. A girl crawled out of it, into the cage. She had long mouse brown hair with side swipe bangs. Her green eyes shown brightly in hatred and exhaustion. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose (A slightly pointy one that stick out a bit.) She was panting and struggling to claw and grab the hands that were closing the cage door.
She sat on the floor, her arms crossed and her eyebrows knitted together. She realized my presents and looked up at Dax with pity. Then the men grabbed him.
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