Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

ZANE

S omething felt…strange. Different. I was still in the dark, still chained to the ground, still covered in blood and filth. I didn't know my name. I didn't know where I was, or where I had come from, but I knew things were happening. Things that terrified the humans around me.

Something had changed.

The voice—the human that I would kill—he was afraid. There was tension in his voice when he spoke, and he didn't touch me again.

"We can't fucking move it. Not like this. I asked you to take care of it!"

"Sir, there's only so much I can do. We may have to consider putting him down…"

"I can't risk the progress we've made with it. You're the one who fucked up, not me."

There was a crack, deafening, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I smelled blood, and I wanted it. I wanted to feel human flesh between my teeth. I struggled against my chains, and I heard his footsteps scrambling backward.

"What the fuck is it doing?"

A new voice spoke. "I don't know, sir."

"Well, do something about this. I have to meet with the press in three days, and I can't be fucking worried about this thing breaking loose and killing everyone on this goddamn compound!"

The chains had no give, but there was hope in me now. I didn't understand why, but his fear fed me. I wanted more of it.

I wanted to make him scream.