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Prologue
"In other news, another child has been taken from their home in the Bundello County Area. This makes six kidnapped children between the ages of one to seventeen within the span of a month. Witnesses of the latest kidnapping report seeing a W inked somewhere on the skin of the suspects. It's believed that they could be from a larger child trafficking ring -"
Lucinda turned the key, killing the car and opening the door. She went to the back to grab the groceries. She could see her oldest playing video games from the living room window, making her frown. He was supposed to be watching his brother-"Lukas!" She called as she pushed through the front door with full arms. "Lukas, where's your brother?!""I put him down for a nap like you asked!" The pre-teen called back before he went back to yelling at his game. Lucinda highly doubted her youngest could sleep with that racket. With a sigh, she put the groceries on the counter and headed to her son's bedroom, calling for Lukas to close the back of the car for her.The back door was wide open. No... no nono! First, she ran to her youngest's room, to see if her fears really did come true. He wasn't there. He was gone. The news report in the car was playing over and over in her head as she ran out the back door, frantically searching and calling out her child's name. Lukas came running in his mother's panic. "LUKAS, LUKAS WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER?! WHERE'S MY BABY BOY?"A blue minivan drove by, leaving the scared family to search for their lost child.The boy was scared. The men with the tattoos took him when he went to play in the backyard. His brother was busy on the TV so he figured it was ok. Now he was in the blue van with other kids who were also scared like him. They were in the blue van for a very long time. The men ignored their questions, ignored their tears. He did cry a lot too. He just wanted to go home, but he was ignored just like the others.When they finally were let out, he had to hold one of the men's hands into the big building with no windows. The doors they entered through reminded him of when he entered his new school for 4-K. An open space of patterned marble and pale yellow walls. The space branched off into many different hallways and a big room with closed doors.One by one they were all taken to a man with a white coat who listened to their heart and lungs and tested their flexibility and drew blood. Then they were each given a number to put around their neck. The boy had the number W-17-D. From there they were taken to the big room with the closed doors.The big room reminded him of where his big brother would bounce balls and throw them in nets. it was dark in there and the doors were immediately shut behind him. The floors looked all scratched up for some reason which scared the boy. He tried banging on the door, calling out to the people on the other side, but nobody came. He heard someone scream and another started to wail. He did what any kid his age would do.He curled up and started crying."Hey." He didn't look down at first, dirty blonde hair brushing against his arms as he tried to hide away. "Hey, look at me, door boy!" There was something in her voice that made him look up. Something inhuman. He found out pretty quickly what it was. It made him want to scream, but his voice caught in his throat.The thing that caught his attention was a good many years older than him, a pre-teen at least. It-she- had wild brunette hair and pale skin and green eyes. But she, whatever she was, wasn't human. Her ears, for one, were pointed and placed higher on her head. Her lower jaw jutted out, dog-like teeth replacing human teeth. Her arms hung limp at her sides, hands taking on a grotesque hand/paw look with claws. She even had a long, skinny tail.He tried to back away immediately, silent and terrified tears falling to the scratched-up floor. She sighed a short sigh. "What's your name, door boy?" He took a scared breath. "S-Sc-" One of her weird paw hands lashed out, catching his number as she growled. "You don't have one, understand? Mommy and daddy aren't coming for you, ok? This here? This is who you are now, and me? What they did to me? They are going to do it to you too. Accept that."That was the first time W-17-D met W-01-A before she died on the table.Related chapters
The W Series Chapter 1
They were splicing wolf DNA and inserting it into all the kidnapped children. Nobody in the program knew why, the people never told them. There were rumors. Some of the victims believed they were being turned into weapons for the government. Some thought they were being turned into loyal slaves. Nobody knew the true purpose though... they never would. W-17-D had been there for a good few years now. Aside from the experiments he wasn't treated horribly. He was given three meals a day, toys to play with, friends among the other experimented children, and even an education. He still missed his mom and brother, but his memories were starting to get hazy. He almost couldn't remember what they looked like anymore.He used to look in a mirror to remind himself that they probably looked like him, but he was hardly looking like him anymore. The wolf DNA was starting to take an effect, his ears were starting to reshape themselves and his honey-brown eyes were taking a more golden-yellow hue. E
The W Series Chapter 2
Everyone wished they could get rid of the pain that came with the experiments. No amount of anesthetics could take it away. It never got better, even as years passed. W-17-D wreathed on the operating table, fangs piercing at the gag in his mouth as he tried to scream. He clawed desperately at nothing, his hands couldn't move, not with the restraints. What hurt most was the waist down. He knew they were changing, it was like growing pains but so much worse. He could feel his bones shift and break to fit a new form. He passed out when the firey, stinging pain shot up his spine.That was the day his tail started to grow. At first, he couldn't walk because of the way his legs had changed. Not quite paws, but no longer feet. His toes stretched and pushed up, the middle two now the same length while the pinkie was virtually gone. the rest of the bones in his feet were still humanesque, leaving his walking very unstable at first.The good news was, he had a tail, which helped him to stabili
The W Series Chapter 3
Elaine came by monthly. She called it therapy, but it was so much more than that. She asked a lot about them leaving this place. She needed to know who she could save and who was too far gone. She needed information from them so she could save the others. W-17-D, among a couple of others, showed promising signs. They wanted to leave. They wanted to see the sun, they wanted to feel the grass, they wanted to go somewhere where they didn't have to do experiments and survive. That, she would give them... When the time was right. "You won't tell anyone, right?" The first time was always the hardest. Elaine had been all across the world, meeting other Series and trying to shut them down. Finding children as old as W-17-D who didn't have Stockholm syndrome was hard to come by. The boy was special. "I won't tell a soul, 17." She promised the almost adult. He relaxed a little, his ears folding back uneasily as he retreated to his bed on canid paws. He was very special indeed. Another promisin
The W Series Chapter 4
W-17-D was running laps with a few other hybrids. It was a test of speed and agility for them, but they were supposed to think of it as a game. He didn't think of it as a game. He just knew that the director himself asked for this test and the gym, and so he had to perform at his best, dodging obstacles that were put in his way as fast as he could. It felt natural to him, even though this was his first time. He knew that it was something deep, something instinctive. Something that he wasn't supposed to have, but had anyway. Whatever made the director happy.Michael was indeed very happy. W-17-D was by far his best product made yet. The boy was fast, smart, strong, and agaile, and he would sell for a hefty price when only fifty remained. The perfect combination of man and wolf, Michael was almost tempted to buy the boy himself as his guard dog. Eventually, when they were all sold, he would have to make more, and who better to show them their purpose and protect them than a former experi
The W Series Chapter 5
W-17-D's heart was beating against his chest. He wasn't sure why, but he was anticipating... something. He knew something was coming. He could feel it, and it made him antsy. He had difficulty sleeping because of the instinct that told him he had to be ready. It had been two days now, and he was still alert and wired despite the lack of sleep. He stared tentavely at the door, expecting someone to go through it. He didn't hear anything, though, nor did he smell anyone approaching. He supposed it didn't matter, though. It was gonna happen. He knew it. He recognized the lavender perfume and the Chelsea boots as they approached. The doctor wasn't supposed to be here more than once a month, but her prescence was a welcome surprise... and what he assumed he'd been waiting for. W-17-D was already on his paws and opening the door for her. "You heard me coming, 17?" He nodded. "Are you taking me out?" Dr. Hughes paused before nodding. "We are going to the gymnasium." She replied. He nodded an
The W Series Chapter 6
Elaine sighed. She knew she had to give him answers. She would, Wild deserved to know the truth. "Finish your dinner, and I'll tell you the truth behind why I was at the W Series Compound." She said slowly. Wild stared at her with his dull yellow eyes. Debating on if she was giving it to him straight. After a few moments, he turned away, helping Tiffany nibble away at her own pizza slices. Westley was down a slice and halfway through the other with the napkin covering his nose. "I am not actually a therapist, if you couldn't tell. That was just my cover." Elaine started slowly. "So what, you're like a spy or something?" Westley asked. "Or something. I am an agent. My real name is Elaine Moore." Wild thumped his tail against the chair bars. "You couldn't tell us because we would tell the others. You chose us because we wanted out." He deduced quietly. "Yes, exactly." She smiled at Wild. He didn't return it. "I wanna go home, lady. Can I go home?" Westley pleaded. "Soon, but not yet. Th
The W Series Chapter 7
Wild's sleep was restless that night. It was a new territory, new sounds that made him jolt up despite the closed and locked door. He knew there were still people there despite the early hour, and he was on edge because of it. All in all, he didn't sleep too well. It didn't matter too much. He'd gone a few nights without sleep before as an experiment. At around 6:30, there was a knock on their door. Wild knew I was the man that was with Elaine yesterday. He'd said his name was Richard? Wild also knew he had something. Food was his guess. Despite the conversation he'd overheard about his appearance, Richard genuinely seemed to like him, so Wild got up to get the door.The offer was poptarts, the smores kind. Wild didn't know there was such thing as smores poptarts. He only knew what smores was from the books. "Gotta be honest, I wasn't really sure if you even ate human food with your wolfish appetite!" Wild rose a brow. "We can eat anything a human can." Richard made a show of wiping h
The W Series Chapter 8
They'd been here a few weeks now. Elaine took them to see the sunset and the sunrise each day. Give the poor hybrids some sun. Elaine and Richard asked questions on occasion about what it was like there. Wild was more vague than the other two at first. He just wanted to be done with that place. Wild knew he would have to talk about it eventually, though. Eventually, he started to tell them about the schedule that he'd grown so accustomed to. How they were always in their rooms as they were now and about the gymnasium that acted as their outside time. Then, there were the experiments. He didn't say much about them other than "It hurts."Richard was doing card tricks with Westley and Tiffany. Wild was watching, but he was more interested in the people with Elaine. A couple with Westley's scent on them. It was very old. Another couple with a boy, all carrying Tiffany's scent. The last was a man, nearly ten years older than Wild. "I'm very glad we found you, Mr. Thatcher. I'm sure you alr
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