Page 111 of Unhinged Alphas

Metal creaks.

Skin tears.

Blood trickles.

Not enough. Too weak.

"Whoa, it's pissed," a soldier says.

"Think it understands us?"

"Nah. That isn't something that thinks."

Another soldier. Older. Slight smirk. Dead eyes.

"We should dissect it here. See what makes it tick."

My breath comes too sharp, too fast.

Find myself not wishing for death.

Not wishing for bullet's mercy.

Let them take me.

Let them do what they want with me.

Because as long as they take me alive…

I can save Ivy.

Muscles uncoil.

Breath whooshes out.

Force myself to stay calm.

To stay docile.

"Brass said over the comms it needs to be intact."

That one sounds disappointed.

Wants to slice me open right here.

Maybe they all do.

"What do you think they'll do with it at the lab?"

That one sounds worried. Must be young.

"Who cares? It's not human."

Soldiers chatter.

Words blur.

Meaningless.