More beeps and I was going faster. Running now. I felt tears trying to spring from my eyes but I bit my cheek to keep them back. Tears wouldn't do me any good here. It would make me appear more human, any emotion would, and they didn't like that. They didn't like the thought of their kind being compared to me.
I didn't like the thought either. I didn't want to be compared to these people. These people who held people, werewolves and tortured them.
More beeps, a faster pace. I think I just bit through my cheek now. Yup, I can taste the blood. It's all I can do to keep from focusing on the pain in my leg. My heart rate doesn't betray what I'm feeling though. It's a bit faster, showing that I'm working. This is a pace I run all the time though, I used to be able to keep it up for miles. Probably not so much now.
More beeps and I can tell that I'm getting their attention now. Maybe I misjudged the speed at which humans run. They keep me here for minutes, seeing my heart rate rise slightly but still not working over time. My breaths are still even and I'm about to cry.
I can't do it anymore. The bullet inside is too much. I feel like it's working it's way through my entire leg, but it won't come out. I jump, placing my feet on the sides where it's stationary.
I feel a pain shoot through my body, entering from the bottoms of my bare feet and I let out a scream. The pain stops and I slouch over panting. I hear my heart returning back down after the shock. That's what it had been, an electric shock through my body.
"Back on unless you want another." Freemont and his cold detached voice again.
I glare at him. I don't want to do this anymore, but I also don't need another shock like that.
I debate over my options, and apparently take too long for Freemont. Another shock courses through my body and I bite down my scream and jump onto the racing treadmill, starting off on the run. He takes it up a few more and keeps going with the process.
I feel the fog in my head clearing with each bit of pain that I get. The shocks, the metal in my leg, all of it clears out the fog just a bit. I've felt it with each trial they've given me, but it's never cleared as much as it is now. I'm not sure what's causing it, if it's the pain or possibly adrenaline that rushes through me because of it. Whatever it is, it's working to clear the haze out of my mind.
I start to feel something that presses down on me. Anger, despair, uselessness. It's like this weight that starts to come over me saying that I can't do it, I'm useless and pathetic. I'm not sure what it is, because I'm not sure what I can't do. I can't keep running? I can't keep putting up with this?
All I know is I feel that same thing coming down on me. I'm useless and pathetic and I just can't do it.
I feel a growl spreading inside my chest and my legs go faster. Whatever this feeling is, I'm going to prove it wrong.
More beeps and I'm sure I've passed their expectations now.
I can barely think through the pain in my leg, but at least it's clearing out the haze.
I don't want to give these monsters what they want, but I'm determined to prove this feeling in me wrong. I'm only as weak as I let myself be and I'm not going to let me be useless.
Determination.
That's what I'm trying to replace this feeling with.
I don't know what to do, I don't know how to do this, it's been so long.
The words echo in my head like a whisper. My breathing is more labored now, and my heart has speed up, but they take it as something different. They take it as me being tired. It's true, I am tired this is more than I've ever done, even as my wolf. But that's not what has me like this. It's because I don't know this voice in my head. But it's words are true. I don't know what to do, it's been so long since I've been in here. Although it only seems like days with my schedule, I know it's been more.
There's an electronic voice, someone speaking over an intercom?
"Mrs. Durin and Mrs. Klarke are on their way sir. They want to see what you've gotten so far."
"Thank you Cinthia."
"You're welcome Mr. Freemont."
There's one long beep and the belt under my feet starts to slow.
"I think we've gotten enough from you for now."
It seems odd, one of their experiments that doesn't end in me passing out from blood loss or pain?
Then I crumple to the ground, a pain shooting through my wrists. I can't stand on my left leg anymore. I put all my weight on the right side and stand back up.
Were these people really human? I couldn't imagine how someone could do what they do and still be considered human. The spark in this man's eyes when he sees my pain, the smile I can see in there that he fights to keep from his mouth. He enjoys every minute of it.
--Allison.
I hear my name faintly but I recognize the voice now. The same voice I'd heard when I was on the treadmill saying it didn't know what to do. It wasn't my own thoughts at all. It had been him.
Alarik.
I try to say it back to him. I think he heard it, I really hope he did. I feel the poke in my neck once more and the haze and dizziness starts to sweep over.
Alarik I love you!
I'm not sure if it went through at all. Trying to slip through the whisps of fog. I again hope it did. To let him know that I'm alive, that I love him and that I know he must be doing whatever he can to find me.
He has to be doing what he can to find me.
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So there's another day in the life of Allison. These assholes need to just... Grr.
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