1 Exposure

A man lays on a lab table, a light shining down on his face. The brightness burns, forcing him to close his eyes and turn his head in an attempt to ease the pain.

"Subject 2 is ready for experimentation. Go ahead and inject the serum,"

Opening his eyes he can barely make out the blurry outline of a figure as they walk up to his side. They proceed to stab something into his forearm, causing a pinching pain for a second. A burning sensation ignites in his arm as something is injected into him. He groans in pain, trying to move his body but the restraints keep him in place.

The burning sensation quickly spreads to the rest of his body until he's screaming in agony. The pain only grows, melting him and constricting his chest making it hard to breath. He passes out from the agony.

He wakes up in a cold place. It's dark, very dark. It's impossible to see anything except his own body. The floor is freezing cold. He slowly stumbles up onto his feet, feeling weak and faint. A sudden migraine pounds on his head. He grabs his head, trying to ease the pain, but it does little to help.

"Another body...let's see if it can withstand the, gift…" A deep, echoing, voice states all around him.

"W-What?" The man asks, looking around for the source.

"This one seems, unusually resilient...it matters not, it'll either succumb, or die fighting like the last one…"

"Where are you?!" He shouts into the void, "Show yourself!" He looks around, unsure if he's even turning or not. The migraine grows more intense, until he suddenly wakes up in a hospital bed. He's not in a hospital, however, it's a lab of some sorts.

His whole body feels like its on fire, and very sore. It hurts to move. A large window shows a hallway. More labs can be seen on the other side. They're mostly empty right now. As he looks around, he spots someone walking through the hall. A woman with white hair. She's wide-eyed, looking around constantly. It's clear she's not suppose to be here.

She spots the man who simply glares back at her, still in a confused state. The woman walks up to the glass, staring at him before her head suddenly looks right. She takes off in the other direction, disappearing shortly before some scientists walk by.

Exhautions hits him. He tries to fight it off to see if the woman comes back, but he passes out once again.

He once more finds himself in the void. The cold puts a shiver down his spine as he gets up once more. It's not long before the migraine appears.

"You can resist all you like, it makes no difference to me…" The voice states.

Suddenly, dark purple chains erupt from the darkness at his feet, wrapping around his wrists and pulling them off his head, forcing them to the sides. They pull until he feels he's about to be torn apart, and then stop, keeping him in that painful state. Suddenly, a blood red creature made of giant mutilated worms appears in front of him.

"I'll enjoy watching you suffer…" It speaks to him with a voice that surrounds his entire head. The migraine gets stronger once more. He tries with all his might to break free of the creature's grasp, but he can't even make it budge. He groans in agony as he continues to try and break free to no avail.

...

It's been what feels like an eternity now, standing there. His arms constantly being pulled to their limits. His legs can barely keep him up, but his fury keeps him standing. He glares up at the creature, his tolerance to the migraine now making it almost non-existent.

"...What are you..?" The mess of worms asks in an agitated tone as it leans in towards him, each individual worm moving towards and away from him.

The man just continues to glare at it, a feral rage behind his burning gaze. His breaths becomes heavy as he continues to fight off his exhaustion. A low-growl soon emanates with every exhale.

"How can a mere, human, possess the spirit of the Wyld?" The thing asks, it's body twisting in confusion, "I've seen enough of this...you bore me…"

The man screams in agony as a much stronger migraine crashes into his head. It feels like his skull is breaking apart. The things on his wrist start pulling, threatening to tear him cleanly in two. Claws suddenly dig into the appendages restraining him as he starts to grow.

"What?!" The voice exclaims in utter shock, the worm-creature slithering backwards.

The man grows much larger, dark brown fur covering his body as his appearance becomes more beast-like. His mouth stretches out into a snout, several razer-sharp teeth filling it. He rips out of the creature's grip, letting out a feral roar.

It runs at the creature before lunging at it, digging its claws deep into it. The creature wails in pain before shaking him off.

"You, little-!"

It gets interrupted as the werewolf lunges at it once more, tearing into it and ripping chunks out. The thing throws him off once more before swinging its tail at him. He gets hit, being thrown back a bit. The tail lifts up before crashing down towards him. The werewolf grabs onto the tail, preventing it from crushing him. He digs his claws into it before suddenly jumping out from under it, his claws tearing through it in the process.

The worm-monster screams in agony before slowly disappearing.

"This isn't over!" It shouts furiously.

The werewolf catches its breath before letting out a roar of fury. Suddenly, exhaustion takes over and he finds himself turning back. He falls to the floor, passing out again. He wakes up in the lab once more, the exhaustion from whatever had happened still clinging to his body.

"The serum, all traces of it are...are gone!" A voice exclaims.

"What do you mean gone?!"

"His body, it just, got rid of it!"

"That's not possible, show me!"

"I-It's right here. L-Look!"

"...What a waste of time! Put him in one of the cells, let me know if he shows any side effects,"

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

As a scientist walks up to him, they're surprised to see him awake. They disappear before reappearing with a needle. They inject something into him and he blacks out.

He wakes up again, this time in a prison cell. As he wakes up he sees someone putting a food tray through a hole in the door. His vision is blurry, but he can make out a blue shirt, and white hair.

As he sits up and lets the blood return to his head, his vision slowly focuses back to normal. He walks over to the tray of food, an intense hunger quickly growing with every step. The food doesn't last more than a few seconds. It's not until he's done eating that he realizes he didn't even use the utensils.

He hurries over to the sink, washing his hands vigorously. He feels disgusted with himself for doing that. He's not some wild animal. As the sink turns off he looks up at the mirror. His face is certainly that of someone whose been through hell recently. What the hell even happened? How long has he been out? How long has it been since he was put on that table and injected with this, serum, they've mentioned? That person at the cell door, they seemed, familiar…

The rest of the day goes by slowly. With nowhere to go and a bunch of pent up energy, he finds himself doing push-ups and sit-ups just to tire himself out. Once it's what he assumes is night-time, the lights go out. He tries to sleep, but the hunger quickly returns as he lays in bed. It gnaws at him from the inside, begging for food.