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Gold By: Kizunachan
My fingers tightened around the bars of my cage, hands turning green then gray to blend in with them.
“Tomorrow will be the big day,” one of the white coats said to another.
Doctor Parcher held up a syringe, eyes glinting when he caught my gaze. “So it will. We’ll see if Giselle here can pass the test.”
The test. That’s all they’d been talking about for weeks now. The outcome of my actions in their arena would decide whether their funding continued or not. God, I hated them. Almost as much as I hated myself for agreeing to come here.
But at fourteen living on the streets, trying to find food, I would’ve accepted almost any offer. I’d never forget when Doctor Parcher found me in the alley, living in the box. How he promised to give me a home and food in exchange for participating in some studies.
A bunch of shit, that’s what it was. I didn’t know his work would turn me into something almost inhuman. That they’d inject me with a new formula to meld animal DNA with my human DNA.
And tomorrow, they’d put me in the jungle and watch me perform.
“Sleep well, Giselle,” Doctor Parcher said. Most of the white coats left the room all accept Ash.
His auburn hair glimmered beneath the fluorescent lights, his tanned skin dark against his white coat. When the door clicked shut, he turned to me.
“Take this and tuck it in your boot,” Ash said, handing me a knife. “Tomorrow, you’ll have a chance to escape. I’ll wait for you near the falls.”
His fingers brushed mine and I gazed at him.
“Why are you helping me?”
“Do I need to explain?”
He knew as well as I did that if he got caught, they’d kill him. Yet, here he was giving me a chance at freedom. The one doctor in the whole compound who’d treated me like the human I used to be.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Ash smiled. “How do you feel about Washington?” he asked.
“Anywhere away from here.”
“Tomorrow,” he said, turning off the light.
The next morning, my cage was moved to the jungle. Doctor Parcher dropped me in a clearing. Already, I saw several of the white coats loading rifles, like they were joining a hunting party. And I was the target.
Green canopies blotted out most of the sun, while wildlife chattered around me.
“We will open your cage doors by remote. Then you’ll have ten minutes to hide before we come find you.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded. God they were sick. I recognized some of the senators and rich contributors loading weapons. It was all a game to them. But we’d see who had the last laugh.
After a few minutes, the bolt popped open and I darted into the trees. But I didn’t go far. I didn’t need to. They had no idea the extent of my abilities. A smile spread across my lips.
Pressing myself against the tree, I watched my skin change to brown and green. And the first white coat walked right by me. He never saw me coming. Knife in hand, I took him down.
In less than thirty minutes, I’d left the pile of carnage in the jungle and rushed to the falls, where I found Ash sitting behind the wheel of his jeep.
Wiping the blood from my hands, I climbed in next to him and he leaned over to kiss me.
“My little chameleon is free.”
“So she is.” I grinned.
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