~Chapter Five~

Pain seared through Miki. Blood gushed out of the wound from his shoulder, making the carpet turn scarlet with blood.

"Gotcha now." The man looked down at him with a deadly smile.

"Ahh," Miki's formed glitched from human to wolf, making his body limp with queasiness. Finally, the glitching stopped until Miki laid in human form.

"Useless now, huh? Now, now. Should I watch you die, or leave you? What. To. Choose." White Gowned Man sneered.

"Why... are you doing this." Miki choked out.

"Why? Oh, Miki, you are dangerous. All of you 'transformables' are dangerous. So," White Gowned Man shot a bullet at the ceiling, making parts of it rain down on Miki, trapping him. "So, I will put an end to it. You will die first, then.... the others."

Miki let out a wince of pain, clutching his stomach. A piece of drywall was stabbed into his flesh, pouring out blood. "You are.... evil..." Miki gasped, a revolting shatter of pain struck his body.

"Oh, I am I now? Would you like to say that to your mother?" Suddenly, Miki's mother was shoved in, her eyes yellow and eerie.

"What... How... what did you do?" Miki managed to glance up at her, blood dripping from his hand.

"Now, sweet, sweet Amaya, say hi to Miki." White Gowned Man's voice, sickly sweet said.

Amaya didn't respond. She stood there, her arms tired behind her back, blinking at the wall.

"You drugged her." Miki whispered.

"Smart boy." White Gowned Man sneered.

"Get away from her." Miki said.

"Oh, and you'll do what? You're useless, kid. Might as well die." White Gowned Man smiled evilly.

"I will not die, you evil man." Miki said.

*I will live. And I will find others.*