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[ The Indentured - Forward ] [ Welcome - Prose ] [ Parting ] [ The WereCat's Tale ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2  ] [ Chapter 3 ] [ Chapter 4 ] [ Chapter 5  ] [ Chapter 6  ] [  WereCat's Directory  ]

Chapter 3

***The Awakening***

She became aware of herself again suddenly, but didn't move immediately. Her head hurt and she felt as though the room was spinning. No, now was not the time to move. She waited with little patience for things to settle down and listened carefully to try and tell if she was alone. She heard nothing but the soft buzzing sounds of energy in use. Still without moving or opening her eyes, she tried to take stock of herself. That was when she realized what was making her dizzy and giving her a headache. She wasn't the same. She didn't know what was different, but she knew she wasn't the same. She listened again, seriously trying to decide if she was alone. She calmed down as best as she could and as she had done time and again in the past tried to "feel". The blast of information was almost enough to knock her cold again. Suddenly she knew as fact that there was no one else in the room with her. Not only that, but also how far away the next conscious mind was, how many and where. Something was very wrong. She opened her eyes to find that she was laying on some type of raised platform in the center of a room whose walls, floor and ceiling were softly glowing light panels. She sat up to discover not only was her body nude, but as she looked down at herself it wasn't herself. She swung her legs over the side of the platform and examined first one then the other straightened out to full length. They were too long, to well muscled for a woman in her mid thirties and either someone had shaved them for her while she was out or they just didn't grow hair any more. Even the toenail that had turned black from when she stubbed it a couple of days before was healed or changed. She looked at her hands and arms. There were no scars from trying too many different media. No small burns from not being patient enough to wait for silver solder to cool. No cuts from a slipped knife while carving. No calluses from hours of holding either a paintbrush or glass etcher. Her hands were smooth and young looking...and free of rings. O.K., now she was getting angry. She looked down at her breasts to find the egg shaped locket that held her family's photos that usually rested there. Young full breasts that had never known gravity, but no locket. Now she was really angry and could feel the charge that emotion brought with it. She took a deep breath to try and calm down. She still didn't know where she was, who had taken her or why. She could get angry later. She closed her eyes and jumped, opening them immediately. She rested her fingertips on her eyelids and closed them again slowly. Two lids. She had two eyelids on each eye. One closed "outward-in" under the one she was used to. Transparent, like a lizard or some kind of fish...she stood up and ran a hand over her throat. No, nothing there. Next she ran her hands under her breasts and out over her ribs. That was it. She could feel the small, almost seam like grooves in the skin.

Now she began a more through check of the body she now inhabited. She could feel the length of her hair brush against the cheeks of her bottom so she knew at least the length hadn't changed. She flipped it over her shoulder to check the colour. OK, check. That was normal. As she brought her hands up to check her face more thoroughly she felt both the physical form and the weight of the headband. With her fingers she traced it from the center outward. It only went half way around, made of cool metal set with what felt like faceted stones. "Half way round?" she thought. "Then how does it stay in..." It was then that she felt the last traces of crusted scab where it was joined to her flesh. They had joined not a piece of jewelry to her mind, but as she gave way to the rage she realized that it was hard wired machinery, wired to her head. Change her body and make it look better, younger...OK, fine. It wouldn't have been something she would have chosen herself, but...she wouldn't gripe too much. But change her anatomy...add what she imagined to be gills along her ribs? Give her extra eyelids? Turn her into a cyborg by hard wiring some computerized headdress into her brain? "And to top it all off, they steal my jewelry and family pictures?!!"

As she gave way to the rage, no longer caring where, who or why, she felt a hum along the edge of her consciousness and the energy build. She could feel it crackle along her skin and an almost comforting warmth from the headband. "Oh, so that's what it's for", she thought, and made the first sound since waking. She laughed! Laughed at the stupidity of installing a weapon, because that was what she was about to use it for, without posting a guard.

Now she felt alarm in the minds she had earlier sensed. There must have been something she set off with her laughter. They now knew she was awake and were headed her way. "Good!" she thought. "Now the fun begins".

She took a deep breath and traced the path they were coming from. It was a bit like watching coloured lights dancing against a black background. She had no clue of the pattern beyond the room she was in, but she could feel them so strongly she could easily make sure she was facing them when they came for her. There was still no obvious opening in the wall, but now she was certain they would come at her from the wall she now faced. She took another deep cleansing breath and let her anger wash over her. Gods, now she began to understand why some of her friends chose this form of energy to use. She caught glimpses of blue energy crackling along her skin out of the edges of her vision. She should have been terrified of what she was about to do, but she was too far-gone. They had changed her, altered her in ways that were unnatural to her. They had poked around in her brain without her permission or consent. If they had ravaged her sexually she would feel no more raped than she did now...And they would pay!

The opening appeared in the wall. It didn't open. It just appeared, or rather a portion of the wall sort of dissolved. What she faced was almost her undoing, almost...

Years of sci-fi fandom and a wiccan background worked in her favor and her shock only lasted a moment. The first of them stepped through the opening. Tall, fine boned, pointed ears, the only thing they lacked was lincoln green costumes and she would have been facing a gang of very angry high elves. The lack of costume was what saved her. High elves didn't wear hospital greens. Just seeing them sent over the edge. There was a loud boom and the first one stumbled back. She felt her hair being blown around her. Not by wind, but by the energy. Her vision was faintly tinged red and she realized the headdress was glowing. She concentrated on focusing all this energy. She raised one arm, her hand raised palm outward as she had sometimes witnessed a darker aligned friend do. A few were trying to help their companion up as still more tried to climb over and around them to get to her. She brought the other hand up close to her body, again palm outward, and gathered the energy there. She smiled coldly.

"Welcome to the party", she said and pushed along the path of her outward stretched arm. This time the boom was focused and instead of knocking over just one, it cleared the opening, blasted through the wall directly behind (considerably enlarging the opening) and threw the annoying elves in a clumsy heap of tangled limbs. Had she been in her right mind, she would have been horrified at the damage she had just caused...but she wasn't. All she wanted was revenge first and her freedom second.

She stepped through the opening and glanced down both ways. One being as good as the other she turned left and walked down the hall, bare feet making faint slapping sounds on the cool floor as she went. The last blast had taken a lot out of her, but it didn't take long to rebuilding the charge of rage. Without stopping she scanned for their mental signatures. Most were behind her. Probably the survivors picking themselves up out of the heap of carnage she left in her wake. A few single or small groups were scattered around her, but they weren't really moving toward her so they didn't concern her. Somewhere up ahead of her though there was something interesting. Two lights centered somewhere and four surrounding at the corners of a figure like a box. Their leaders and their guards? She moved steadily toward them. She didn't feel she had anything to lose. She got a case of the mad giggles as she thought again of the stupidity of allowing her to come to without any guards and with this wonderful toy.

Now she had a focus, a goal. As she moved toward her targets one or two guards, for guards they must have been in different costume and much more cautious, moved to stop her. She took care of them on an instinctive level, sending one flying and another that managed to get close enough, she reached out and with a hand on his forehead he dropped like a stone. She barely gave the pressure injector that crashed to the floor a second glance as it spilled its dose of tranquilizer harmlessly at her feet. She keep moving, turning and making direction choices that were either right or wrong she didn't care as long as she eventually reached them. The rage and energy were so hot that she could hear some of the walls groan as she passed just a little too close. She could feel warm wetness across her cheek, but chose to ignore it for fear she already knew what it was.

Finally she could feel them on the other side of the wall she now faced. They were so close she could see their silhouettes through the walls like a double exposure. Either she really was facing an actual door or they also had some way to track her, because two of the forms were on either side of where she stood and the other two had moved to shield the two that stood together. That was the only thing that gave her a moment’s pause. The larger of the two stood behind the shorter with his arms across and around. The shorter was only half the size of the other. A parent and child maybe? But why keep the child in front? Wouldn't you want the child behind, out of or shielded from danger? No matter. She found what she was looking for. She stepped back, focusing the energy in front of her so she could press her back to the wall behind her, making sure that she would be clear of any flying debris. She had nothing to lose, but she wasn't so far gone as to risk knocking herself cold on flying wall before getting to them. She tried to use a bit more control this time so she didn't leave herself completely drained after opening the wall. Only half this time, or at least as close as that as she could get. She could feel the rest, humming around her torso, as she brought what she felt she needed to center in her cupped hands before throwing it, in one push, forward against the last barrier between her and the beings she held responsible for changing her into what she was at this moment. The wall exploded inward and she heard the debris bounce around inside. Oh, if the blast killed them so impersonally...that wouldn't be nearly so satisfying. She wrapped the remaining energy around herself in a shield and stepped through the newly made opening. She heard the men that had been flanking where she made her door groaning and trying to pick them selves up, but she ignored them. With a sweep of her hand she moved the debris to the sides of the room, clearing a path to her target. She released the rough shield she had been holding to re-focus the energy to her hands. She would blast these mutilators then clear a path to her freedom. She looked up. The charge crackled with lethal energy, small white-lightening bolts chased each other back and forth between her shoulder and raised palm where the globe of her rage rested. She focused on her victims, wanting a very personal attack. As it slowly dawned on her just what she was looking at, the blast that would have finished them all fizzled, popped and died into nothingness.

If it had just been another two of those high elvin looking creatures, she would have been fine. They would have been dead and she believed she would have been free, but it wasn't that easy. The taller was one of the Fey looking beings. From what she could see, he was dressed in what looked like silver lame'. The shorter one was the one that caused her down fall. It was a human boy. The leader held the boy in front of him like a shield, one arm around him, the other held what looked like a bladed weapon to his throat. Even that alone would not have stopped her as far-gone as she was. It was the boy’s looks. Sandy dish-water blond hair and big, frightened hazel eyes, He wasn't a ringer for her nephew, but his colouring and looks were close enough to cause her to let go of the rage in fear of the boy's safety. She stood there a moment completely defenseless, trying to come back to herself enough to register what was going on. The boy reached up and pulled the arm holding the weapon down, long enough to call out to her. "I'm sorry, Seer". That confused her even more, until she felt herself being roughly grabbed and the pressure against her neck as the injector delivered its dose of tranquilizer. She had only long enough to mumble a rather crude reference to the human method of reproduction before she hit the cool floor. Only then realizing, as she felt the cool against her skin that she had never bothered to over the body that she didn't yet think of as her own

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