Time Will Tell (sequel to HMM)

Chapter 10- Run

I felt a sharp pull on my chains and I stood up, following Sam out of my room and down the hall. 

He took me to the bathroom like usual before leading me down the same damned hallway. However this time we passed the small room. The room that I knew would smell like bleach again after cleaning my blood from the tortures they'd put me through. Silver, blades, guns, broken bones, I thought I'd felt it all. They chose to break my legs, and I don't even want to get into how they did that. After breaking them, they set one and left the other. I'm just glad that my bones set themselves as they healed. 

Same took me a few doors past that dreaded room, opening the door to what looked like a workout room. He pulled me forward and every time I stepped on my left, I could feel the bullet shifting inside. It wasn't comfortable in the least and I knew eventually it would get downright painful. 

"Up," Sam said when we reached a treadmill. 

I looked at him like he was crazy. No way was I going to get on that. 

"Get on the treadmill." I knew that voice by now. That voice that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Freemont. 

"And if I don't?"

"Well then we will just have to put you on there ourselves."

I looked between the men. No doubt they would be able to force me on there. I hesitantly stepped up. 

"Now you're going to run. And we're going to monitor you." Freemont again, speaking in his clinical voice. 

"And if I don't run?"

Sam clasped a cuff around each wrist attaching me to the machine. 

"Well if you don't, then this is going to really hurt."

My eyes were level with his, all emotion kept out of them. Out of both of ours. 

Another prick went in my neck and a new wave of fogginess swept through. For some reason they've been dosing me up again right before I begin whatever it is. 

I hear a beep and feel the machine under my feet come to life. I have to start walking so I don't fall down. I know it would not be fun to fall while I'm still cuffed to the machine. Sam was right, if I didn't run, it would hurt. 

I started walking and Freemont started to talk to Sam about what it is he was doing. He pushed buttons on more cameras that recorded what was going on. Monitors were set up to register my heart rate as well as what level the treadmill was on. It was watching me. 

Freemont lowered his finger to the panel on the top of the treadmill and I heard a few more beeps and the belt under my feet went faster. I was at a fast walk by this point and with each step I could feel the bullet shifting. 

They wanted to see how fast a wolf could run while still in human form. Granted, we were pretty fast, but I didn't think it would be what they were looking for. They wanted extraordinary, I don't think they were prepared for the letdown that they were about to get. Even if we were super fast, I was weak from everything I'd gone through. I wasn't going to be able to do much. 

I heard the steady beep of my heart rate as I continued at the fast walk. Then there were a few more beeps before I had to start jogging. This was worse. The pace at which my feet had to slam down on the machine to keep moving was worse with that hunk of metal in me. 

I gritted my teeth but I knew I wouldn't be able to do this much longer. It felt like the bullet was working it's way deeper into my leg, that with each pulsing smack of my foot on the belt it was digging it's way further in, tearing into flesh all over again.