Chapter 21

Nathan's pov

Feeling a sharp pain in my arm, I snapped awake and found myself in a metal chair that was cold to the touch. I didn't know where I was or even what time of day it was. I was handcuffed to the chair and my legs were tied to the chair so that I couldn't move. All of the lights in the room were turned off and there were no windows. I shook in my seat as I heard a loud slamming door and footsteps coming towards me.

"Is this him?" one man asked

"Yep… It's him, sir" I heard a woman say

A man in his mid 40s switched on the lights and I squinted slightly. He was about the height of 5'9 and had graying brown hair. He was wearing a lab coat and on a black shirt and blue pants underneath it.

"Good morning sunshine. Have a nice trip?" He said in a nasty way

"What the hell do you want from me!" I growled, trying to hide my fear.

"You know exactly what I want, Nathan! Exactly"

"What"

Moving in closer to me, he pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. He pulled out a crimpled picture of what looked like a young Robert Plant back in the 70s.

"Robert Plant?" I asked, laughing quietly "You want Robert Plant. I barely even know the guy"

"NO YOU STUPID IDIOT!!!" the man shouted, slapping me hard across the face.

"That's what the picture looks like… It looks like…"

"Look again!"

I looked closer and saw that the sign in back of the guy in the photo read "Vermont County High School, class of 2010". Shrugging my shoulders I tried to think. The only thing that could come to mind was my son that I had taken away from me almost 14 years ago.

"My Christian?" I whispered "oh my god, that's my son"

"Bingo, Mr. O'Carroll! You finally got something right in your life!" the man laughed.

"What… What do you want with my Christian?"

"Well, you see, Mr. O'Carroll. We sort of need your son to test some… How do you say this? Experiments on him"

Thinking for a minute, I thought about what I was getting myself into. I barely even knew my now 17 year old son and was I really going to let this lunatic preform his so called experements on him? What was he going to do to him. Was it going to hurt him?

"You believe in werewolves, right Mr. O'Carroll?" the man asked

"What do werewolves have to do with your experiments and my son!" I snapped.

"Well… Lets just say that I know a little secret about your Christian that even you don't know"

"I haven't seen him in 14 years! I don't even know what his favorite thing to eat is"

"I know that, Mr. O'Carroll… I know that. And I'd bet that you would just love to see your very own son again, wouldn't you?"

"You didn't answer my question! What do werewolves have to do with my son!!"

"He had a little accident when he was 4, camping with his family in Rhode Island. Ran to far away from his adoptive mother and father with his 4 friends and got attacked by a werewolf"

"There are no such things as werewolves!"

The man shook his head and took out another picture from his lab coat. He showed it to me. It seamed to be a picture of a giant cream colored wolf with glowing blue eyes. It was showing its teeth and it looked enraged.

"What is that thing?" I asked

"It's a werewolf… And it's not just a werewolf. It's your son" the man said

"You're telling me that my son is a werewolf"

"Yes, Mr. O'Connell"

He turned away from me and took in a deep breath.

"I'm thinking using your son to make my very own werewolf army. I'm going to use your sons blood to transfuse it into my other patients and… We'll see what happens" the man said.

"I'd rather die before you do this sort of thing to my son… Torturing him like that?" I asked

"I didn't say that I was going to torture him. Although that does sound like a good idea, Mr. O'Connell. We'll talk about this tomorrow or once you cool down"

The man exited the room with the woman behind him and slammed the door. I cringed in fear and shook my head.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I grumbled.