Around me there is light everywhere and it hurts. I think I’m screaming, but I can’t hear anything. I can feel hands holding me down and the roughness of concrete on my back. I can also hear laughter and a soft thumping noise. Everything seems too loud and the light is hurting my eyes.
“I think she is coming round,” a voice says and I can tell it is Colin, although he sounds as if he is yelling in my ear instead of talking normally.
The light is gone and I can see his concerned face looking at me.
“What?” I ask and then I remember what they did. “How could you” I cry and crawl backwards away from them.
Max had been holding my legs but now he puts his hands up, palms out, as if letting me know he was harmless. Except I know the truth.
“You turned me into one of those thing!” I yell and back up until I can feel the wall behind me.
“No,” Max says, his face serious and his eyes worried.
Colin smirks a little, but he shrugs.
Max shoots him an annoyed glare. “I gave you the antidote. Remember? You can’t become one.”
I shake my head, trying to understand. “Why?” Inside my head I wince at the weak-sounding voice.
“Because we need you to survive.” Colin has answered me and he now looks defiant.
Max looks angry, but he relaxes his expression when he sees me watching him. “The likelihood you would make it with us to Cardiff was remote unless we made you stronger.”
“So what am I?” I’m not sure I want to know.
“We,” Colin corrects.
“I’m not sure,” Max says. “We are stronger and you can probably hear better.”
“And see better,” Colin says, pointing to the one torch which is directed to the wall. Despite this I can see well, even if everything seems to be without colour.
“I can’t see any colour,” I say.
“It’s only your night vision,” Max says and I notice Colin relaxes a bit. He must have been in the dark since we left him in the store room.
Another image flashes across my mind; Max, but his skin is grey and his teeth… I place a hand on my neck but all I can feel is smooth skin. Max looks uncomfortable.
“I bit you just under your right collarbone.”
I place a hand there and wince. It feels like a bruise. Peeling back my top I can see scar tissue. It looks pink but it is healed. The scar is semi-circular and I can’t help but think it looks like a downturned mouth. I find it disgusting and I wish that there was some way to get it off my body. I look at the men and I put the hatred in my eyes.
Both sit up and look at me, worry and a little fear in their eyes. Max has shifted and is now crouched, as if he is expecting me to attack. Colin is standing very slowly, now he is holding his hands out.
“Bitsy, don’t do anything too hasty.”
I’m confused, that is until I look down at my hands. They are grey and my nails have lengthened into claws. I run my tongue along the inside of my teeth. They are lengthened and sharp. I can’t help but hiss at them.
“What have you done to me?” I ask, my voice sounding rough and odd.
“Look on the bright side,” Colin says. “At least we don’t sparkle.”