Alpha Drug Series

Subject 3975 lost consciousness when he was forcefully transformed into a werewolf and did not remember anything afterwards.

He soon woke up lying in a new cell with thicker walls and bars made from some kind of metal with strange symbols etched around it which electricutes the prisoners whenever they touched them. Inside his holding cell is a long table filled to the brim with different kinds of food, mostly meat and strange tasting juice mixes that revitalises the energy and recovery of the body.

'They treat successful test subjects a whole lot better huh. I can feel power, but it's not enough to slip away from here.'

He was left alone in his cell but he knew that somehow he is being watched like a zoo animal.

From here on out, he would begin to automatically transform into a werewolf in a night of a full moon.

It was different from the first time he transformed where he felt immense pain and bloodlust. It was faster and less painful to transform now.

Unlike other werewolves mentioned in the novel or shown on the screen, Subject 3975 did not have sparse hair/fur, he was also not as thin as the norm who looked more like a bald stray dog. S 3975 looked more like a bipedal wild wolf, if there's any of those in existence, except for those in movies such as Van Helsing and the like.

His eyes burned with menacing red light as he trashed about in his cell, slashing the bars with his sharp claws, biting it, tackling it, again and again till he passed out. Its just too bad that all of his efforts seems to be of no effect at all. In fact, not a scratch can be seen in the metallic bars that confined him.

When he woke up once again and regained clarity of mind, memories of his transformation flooded back to him. It was mostly him banging the cell walls, and clawing them until his claws broke, his muscles are torn, and his mouth bubbling from getting electrocuted.

What amazed him is the rate of his regeneration when he is transformed. He could literally watch himself healing in real time something wolverine from the comic he once read as a kid had.

Noticing that he is once again lying on a surgical operation table with metal bindings he worried for what other horrible things they will do to him.

His memories about his past as a gang boss now grew ever distant and blurred. Aside from the injection of a special drug called Alpha, the kid began to tinker with his head.

The result was power. He grew stronger and stronger still as time went on, he also began to feel like wresting control of his body during one of his latest transformations, a feeling that grows stronger and it wouldn't take long before he can control himself.

Experimented on.

Mind raped.

Again and again.

He grew submissive in fear for the power his captors held in their hands.

'Who are these people?'

After a session of being once again experimented on, he sat in his jail cell awaiting his transformation. Today is a full moon.

The moon that hid beneath the clouds spread its light and touched the world of mortal men. Inside a single jail cell is subject 3975 a former gang boss.

On cue, his eyes was alight in the dark cell it was not the previous red color but was golden, his hair started to quickly grow longer, facial hair became more pronounced as it spread throughout his body. His bones began to reform, he grew from an average height man to two meter tall furry man-beast. He became more muscular and he could feel strength flowing in his blood. The bones in his face slight jutted out into a short snout but didn't have a very distinctive change to his appearance only serving as to make him appear more ferocious and his bite more powerful. In fact, he looked more human than wolf if not for the lush fur, the long sharp nails, the stubby tail and the huge ass canines jutting out of his upper lips.

The most amazing difference is not these however, but the fact that even as he transformed into this beast-like state, he was still aware and in control. He remembered how he lost consciousness due to the pain of his previous transformations but now he was conscious during his transformation and there's no pain whatsoever, just a minor discomfort that may earn some frowning but he'll be fine.

"Subject 3975, can you talk in that form?"

A man wearing jeans and black shirt appeared outside his cell. Fear as a conditioned response took over as he quickly tried to answer the question lest he be tortured until he did. He himself learned in the hard way when he tried to escape that it is better to cooperate than resist.

"I think so."

He sounded like batman, but his voice was clear and intelligible if not for the slight tremble that can be discerned from it. Viktor smiled once again.

"Ohh... Hahaha. There's no need to fear. I simply wish to speak, as long as you answer my questions without withholding the truth, you'll be fine. Who knows, I might even let you go free if you did a good job."

Viktor said with a thin teasing smile in his lips. He sounded more like the devil offering funeral service to desperate housewives.

"I understand."

The previous gang boss understood his position very well and did not dare to bargain with his captors.

"Well as you know, I have invested a lot of money and time with you and the other subjects, I gave you power and now you are even semi-immortal, born anew as a new specie from the flawed werebeast. You are a WOLFMAN, first of your kind. A progeny if you will, but I assure you that you will not be the last. So.... Are you willing to work for me or do I have to force you?"

He was still smiling as if nothing would ever faze him and refusing his offer is inconsequential at all to his plans.

"I am... willing." He said while kowtowing on the cold floor.

"You have just made the best decision that will change your life. Sign there using your blood Mr. Alpha Wolf."

A scroll was tossed inside the cell and subject 3975. He didn't bother to read it, he slashed his own arm and smeared his blood onto the parchment. Words inside the parchment lit up as the scroll hovered in midair burning out from the sides to the middle until nothing was left.

"It's good that you signed it quickly but you should have read it. It is a magic contract and you will die along with your seeds if the contract is breached. Basically, you are my property now, you are under me and will bow to no one else. You will follow my commands to the letter and will not act on your own or act against my benefit. Amongst other things you can not talk about me with anyone outside of our organization. Do not worry you won't be able to talk even when under veretaserum. Let's go, your future brethren awaits for you to turn them."