A Harsh Awakening, Let me go Home

[James Cole]

The bright sunlight hurt his eyes as he awoke. His whole body was in pain and the small trembles that still pushed their way through his strained system was a not so gentle remainder as to why he was here. He slowly tried to sat up, pushing himself up on well toned arms. His head hurt and his throat was dry.

Ah, exhaustion and dehydration.

Living his life in the wilds of the Canadian forest he was well accustom to such feelings. The realization of his pain jerked the past several days into sharp detail.

They had stumbled across his little daughter as she play in the fields, out of the safety of the woods she would have been an easy target had her brother not been near by. He and the rest of his family were sitting in a circle of oaks when Nicoli came running and told him that they had his child.

The whole pack had surged out and by sheer surprise they managed to get the man to drop the cub in lue of bigger targets. He had signaled them to run, and run they had. For miles but the woods could not longer hide them, the hunters had become the hunted.

It was decision time, his pack was tired. The old and the young had begun to fall behind. For this reason he made the decision and leaving his next oldest brother in command he charged out in an open assault. He knew he couldn't win, he didn't expect to. But as he had hopped they had followed him, leaving his family time to escape.

He wasn't sure how long he had ran but when his legs finally gave out under him it was less then a minute until he felt the prick of a nettle. What? Had they honestly expected to be able to run?

Now he had awoken. The whole room was stale, with an over whelming odor and yet utterly odorless as well. His head pounded, he had to get out. He had to get away from this place.

He had to get home.

He tried to stand but soon found himself hitting the floor soundly. His wrists were free but his feet were not and as he tried to get himself back on the bed he succeeded in simply bringing the cold iron bed down atop himself.

Ow.

He struggled the flip the bed back so at least it was only his lower body that was trapped and not his entire frame. Cool brown eyes turned frantic as he tried to make sense of this new place and it strange captors

"Is there anyone there?"

His voice was strained and it hurt to speak, but he had to try. He had to try to understand what had happened

[Kalib]

It had been two years since his first day within the tight walls of GHRC, he had been alone for most of those years, only now, after so long had they gotten enough information out of him, they were able to find out where most of his followers where. So within the past few days, he had gotten used to others waking up in a massive confused state.

He was moving down the hall, hands shoved into his pockets, (one of the few pleasures here, he did have normal jeans. The shirts were all the same so they could tell the infected apart from the guards, but they were still normal clothing.) when he heard a voice that sounded so strained it hurt his own throat. Slowing down he peaked around the corner, no one was out in the hall, so he followed the sound to a door. He peered into the glass, seeing the man on the ground he pushed open the door. They were never locked during the day, unless a lock down was issued, and that hadn't happened in a while. So Kalib was able to move in easily.

He shut the large iron door half way, it was something he did on a normal basis, he always shut the doors like that. No one needed to fully see, but if they had to, it would be hard. Hands slide out of his pockets as he walked closer to the man, not saying a word to him. He probably looked ominous as he walked closer. James didn't know him by face, he'd probably know just who he was when Kalib said his name. Everyone knew who Kalib was, or at lest knew of him.

Finally he had made it to the other side of the room, he bent down and picked up the bed flipping it back over with ease. Eyes of deep blue green turned to look down at James. Kalib's face was plan, and clam, but his eyes told a different story. That this man had seen a lot in his short life time, that he had been through a lot over the years, the last two years more than anything. First day I take it. He said with a small smile breaking his lips. He lowered his hand to offer it to the other man to help him up.

While he waited for him to take his hand, Kalib went through the scenario of meet and greet. 'Thanks' 'No problem' 'I'm James, who are you?' 'Kalib' and then it could go in so many different directions from there. Some blamed Kalib for the mess they were in, others put all the blame on the high ranking officer that stabbed Kalib in the back. He blamed everyone, sometimes he put all the blame on himself, other times, on other people. Now he didn't care any more, he just wanted to get out of this damn place and take the government over. Or take over enough land with gorilla war fair and start up a place just for their kind, his kind. The perfect race.

[James Cole]

The weight of the table would have been nothing on any other day, but sheer exaustion tied to the fact his ankles were still bound to the foot of the bed made it nearly impossible to get himself loose. The slightest scraping of the door on the floor caused every muscle in his toned frame knot up. Having spent nearly every bit of his life outside, the concept of walls and being contained with-in them was utterly terrifing.

As the door opened and he caulght the scent of something new, something like him but only not. It reminded him of a werecat his family had found some years back - he had been dying and told the then young leader of the group that the hunt for their kind had been intensified.

He knew very little of the world outside his forests but the stories of the human bigots hunting thoes who were diffrent had been told for generations in his family. Even the name Kalib meant very little, he only heard it once. It was the werecats dying words. He never knew if it was a good thing, but here pinned on the floor with a man bearing the same name he despretly wished to know if Kalib was a good thing.

A soft rumble escaped him as he was approched, he was in no possition for a fight so now only the subtle growl was his only sign of uneasiness. When the man moved the bed, having cut his legs free first he pushed himself completely into a sitting position.

It hurt, it hurt all over.

He was currently to busy trying to stand on his own to notice the pro-offered hand. When his legs buckled only half way up he finally noticed the hand.

He wasn't sure if he trusted him, he smelled diffrent - like this place - and that didn't help him wanting to trust him. Despite that however, he had helped him out from under the bed and offered him a hand to stand.

For whatever reason he found himself accepting the hand and with a fair bit of effort standing. Every muscle seemed to want to revolt against him after the way he had pushed himself in his decoy.

"Eah"

His voice was thick with an accent that may well have seemed odd to the other, and the strained tones only made his 'yeah' harder to understand. He reached behind himself to the wall to keep himself on his feet. Wide eyes took a moment to take in his new surroundings for the first time, and his heart rate sped up.

Next came two words the other was likely unaccustom to hearing:

"Thank You"

[Kalib]

When James didn't take his hand right away, Kalib shifted position so he could squat, resting his forearms on his legs, a hand still held out to the man for when he came to his scenes. He looked like he had sat up to fast as he stared off into the wall like it was an open valley. Finally it looked like James had snapped out of it and took Kalib's hand. He pulled the guy up onto his feet and stepped with him until he was able to hold his own weight with the help of the wall.

Stepping back, Kalib looked over the other man, breathing in deeply he read his scent quickly. Wolf. The one word came to mind. Kalib was able to pick out many different breeds, he had gotten to know a lot of breeds over the years, so it was natural to pick and choose. Looks like you could use a drink. Follow me. He didn't wait to see if James needed help, or if he was going to follow. Something said he would, and that he probably wouldn't want the help.

Kalib pulled open the door, but checked to see if anyone was in the hall before he walked out. He slowed down a little just in case James wanted to take his time in figuring out if he wanted to follow or not. They didn't have far to go, Kalib was only in the next room over. He was forever stamped with M-0101 and 0001. Inside his own little space he moved into, leaving the door open so James knew were to go.

One thing nice about being withing GHRC as long as Kalib had, was that he had everything he wanted. Little snaps, drinks, cups, extra stuff, some personal items that he was allowed to get. He didn't leave to get them of course, he had to fill out a shit ton of paper work, but he was able to get them. After all, the Government wasn't killing them, they were just keeping them locked up. For how long, Kalib didn't know, but he didn't intend to find out.

He had moved over to a little table (one that all rooms have) and picked up a bottle of soda and two cokes. He poured one cup, and then looked at James, if he had come into the room, he would ask, Coke or water? he asked.

[James Cole]

The other shifters instinic had been the correct one, stuggleing to understand where he was and already down a knotch for being captured the alpha male would have found it an insult to receive any futher assitance. He struggle to walk and despite the war rageing between his mind and his body he managed to get himself down the hall.

He moved slowly both because of the ache in his body and the uneasiness of a wild animal who suddenly found himself caged. He lingered in the door way taking in the scent of the room. It certainally was more lived in than that of the clean overwhelming odor of the room he had awoken in.

In to the room he went, though his posture was calm-tense but calm, his eyes were everywhere, checking the shadows...seeking away out.

When he was spoken to he answerd in that same gravelly strained voice

"Water."

When given the glass he drank it possiessively, it helped the pain in his throat to ebb away. It was still sore, but it was still an improvement. When given the cakes he took a bite, the first bite seemed rich and far to sweet. For a man who had grown up in the wilds of the world, grapes wee the sweetest thing he was used to.

Still it was foot and he forced himself to eat if only to help get his systems back to where they should be. Once done he crumpled up the paper and after scanning the room found the waste bin. It was something he had never needed but he was a very quick study, something that may or may not work in his favor here.

"You said your name is kalib, Where am I."
Though his tone was still weakened some of its previous strenght could now be heard.

[Kalib]

Kalib moved over to his little cot like bed and sat down so he could watch the wolf. He was an interesting creature to watch, a study if you will. Kalib had an intense like for watching others and observing them, so in an ironic twist he didn't mind GHRC watching him. At first he hated it and went about removing all the cameras, but now he was fine with it. No matter how many time he took down a camera, they'd just put another one up and found some way to punish him for it.

A question broke the silence of his little room, he had to shake his head a little so he could snap out of his daze. General Halo Rehabilitation Center. He said simply as he got up and looked out the small barred window. You seem... very uninformed about this situation. Turning he looked at James waiting for him to answer. He didn't know he had lived in his wolf for for most of his life.

Kalib thought back for a while about his life outside this center, it had been very interesting that was for sure. He had everyone under his finger and world domination for his people was withing reach. Unfortunately he had been betrayed and their was nothing he could do about that any longer. That bitch was dead, or at least she was a good as dead. She had signed her death wish the moment she breathed the location of the Revolution. His eyes became glossy with his thoughts, listening for James to speak, but everything else was blocked out.

[James Cole]

The tall man contiuned to sip on the water his attentive eyes fixed on the other who was currently off in his own mind. General Halo Rehabilitation Center...he twrilled the words around in his own mind. When he said the words back to the man they left a bitter taste in his mouth.

For a moment he looked as though he may be offended when he was called uniformed, but, how could he not be? He knew nothing of what was happening or where he was. He had never even heard of this place that now held him captive.

"I have spent my life in the wilds of Canada. My parents and their's the same. I have never heard of this place and only once of you. Tell me what is it they mean to do? Do they have my family aswell?"

[Kalib]

Looked like water was the trick at getting someone to talk a little more. Listening to James talk he crossed his arms and sighed a little to himself. They even take the ones that aren't even apart of their society, NUR will fall, and I will have my revolution. His fingers gripped this arms hard enough to leave imprints, and a soft growl pushed from his throat. He cut it short when James started to ask him questions.

Kalib turned to look the wolf over once more, he couldn't really answer the questions, because he didn't truly know. I don't know if they have your family, I haven't seen another wolf, so I don't believe so. He went back to the first question and thought about it. I don't know what they plan on doing to us. Though the reason they tell the public we're here is a simple one. He said as he shifted his weight. We're different, seen as a virus that's spreading to quickly. The government can't control us like they can normal humans, were not even legal citizens any longer. And I fear, some of the reasons we're here, are my fault. He sighed again and sat down on the bed, his head in his hands.

He rubbed his temples as he thought several things over. James was either going to attack him, or ask more questions. He seemed like the type that was more diplomatic then anything, so Kalib was pretty sure he was going to ask more questions.

[James Cole]

The man watched him, it was hard to understand changes in a world you knew little to nothing about. He was very intellegent, just not to the way of typical secoity.

When he said he didn't have his family he visibly relaxed and sat down. He took a moment to simply breathe and pray his brothers, children and family kept the pack safe.

"But I've never even been into one of your cities, why punish me for a crime I had nothing to do with?"

He sipped his water until the glass was drained.

"So they keep us here, caged, until they figure out what suits us best?"