Test Subject 849
“Time for your tests,” I crow to the female in the cage.
“No.” She huddles against the back of the dog kennel in her filthy bra and panties—the same pair she’s been wearing for months. I open the door, reach in and shoot her with a muscle relaxant so she can’t fight me before I pull her out.
Not that she’s much of a threat against my super-human strength, but you can never be too careful.
I strap her to a gurney and withdraw her blood, mixing it with the serum before I inject it back into her. I slap her cheeks, watching her pupils for changes as the serum takes effect.
Just a few more test subjects and we’ll get the right formula. We’ll unlock the DNA of all shifters.
The tests on healing abilities have been inconclusive. All of the cuts and bruises I’ve inflicted o
