Chapter 328: The First Upload (I): 315 (2/2)

He heard the rattling of keys, they were hitting the rusted bars and then a click. The hinges squealed from their lack of use as the only thing separating 315 from the outside world opened for the first time since he was here. His eyes raised from the floor and he could heart his heart pounding heavily in his chest. This had never happened before, those bars had never moved no matter how much he had tried to move them.

”get up 315, its time for you to meet your makers”

Woman had grey hair and her eyes were bright golden just like his, she stood next to the man holding the keys with a demeaning smirk on his face. He walked into his cell and began to work on the shackles on 315's legs, he didn't move…he felt the weight he had ever known become lighter. He stood up and took a few steps towards the open door. He had never walked this easily before, it gave him a foreign feeling, he embraced it. Freedom, that's what it was, the words popped into his and at the same time he was overcome with great anger.

A low growl left his lips as he lunged for the woman with grey hair with intentions to rip her eyes out, she was his kind, a werewolf just like him he was sure and yet here she was part of the people who had put him in this confinement.

He felt a sting at the back the back of his neck just before his claws could reach her, she had a stoic expression on her face and he didn't move and inch from where she stood.

315's leg lost all their strength, his knees hitting the floor as his vision blurred and his hands fell limply at his sides.

He stared at her shoes as he fell to the ground, he kept all of his focus on the brown leather till everything became dark and he finally gave in to the exhaustion.

When his eyes opened, he was in a place that fascinated him, all he had ever seen were black and grey wall but in here everything was white, spotless, it made him feel like he would soil the walls just by breathing. He looked down at himself and realized his clothes had been changed as well, the dark brown coat he had been used to had been switched for a long white tunic…as white as snow. He remembered snow…cold.

”315, it is good to see you again” he could only hear the masculine voice, the room was empty with no one in sight. He tries to sit up only to be restricted by the with cloths that tied both his wrists and ankles to the chair he woke up in.

”Who are you? What do you want from me?” he had to know, he had so many questions…. he had to know why he was being punished.

”I will answer all of your questions but first you'll have to answer mine” the voice spoke again, his fists clenched but he nodded even though he wasn't sure the man could see him.

”What is your name?”

”315” he replied without hesitation, he had never heard anyone call him anything different.

”what are you?”

”I….” 315 hesitated, he wasn't sure how to answer the question, was it a trick question? A test?

”I am a werewolf” there was a long pause that made 315 feel like the man had left.

”who do you protect?” this time it was a feminine voice, it sounded dark…she sounded scary.

For some reason, those questions stirred something within him, it sounded like a mantra that he had known for a long time.

I am Jerome Moon and I….

”I protect Elysium”

He heard a loud noise, a yell of frustration and anger, his heart began to beat fast as he thought about the words he had spoken, they had just come to him but yet they felt like his purpose…Elysium was his to protect!

”this has been a total waste of time, he will never be ready!” the woman yelled in anger, he heard another loud band and then doors opened right in front of him, two men dressed in white came in with syringes in each hand.

”Entomb him and make sure never gets out of it!”

They put their needles deep into his skin as he struggled to free his limbs. He felt deep hatred in his heart for his captors and as his vision went dark, he vowed to kill every single last one of them.