Darkness, silence, all he could sense, he opened his 'eyes', nothing, he felt cold and suddenly very awake.

He tried to move but he felt held to where he was, more urgently this time he moved again.

He was definitely restrained.

He tried to yell, but nothing came out. Only a muffled gasp of air.

Had he been holding his breath? He really can't tell. He doesn't know were he is, or how he go there, but he was on the brink of a panic attack.

Then came the voices, across the room maybe, or possibly next to him, his senses obviously  weren't working either.

So all he could do is listen.

"Are you sure you want to try it on him, boss?" A Norweigen accent filled the silence.

"I'm sure now shut up!"
Another Norwegian snapped, a bit deeper and definitely more thick of an accent,

"But sir-"
A different voice now, less Norweigen and more northern.

"But what patryk! I know what I'm doing" the thick voice again.

He couldn't take it anymore, he struggled again, a cold hand suddenly on his arm, filling his whole body with shivers. It sent a jolt of fear into him because he didn't know what was happening.

Sure enough a panic attack broke loose, he was shaking and breathing in short gasps, he couldn't see and that just made it worse.

Suddenly the thick voice, was crooning in his ear, the words nesting and settling deep within his eardrum.

"This won't hurt a bit"

But oh how it did. It hurt so fucking much.

A needle, presumably, was stuck into his forearm, a sudden wave of fire-like  pain making its way through his veins, a electric shock, vibrating throughout his body.

It felt like his skin was melting, his arms growing warm.

Whatever was on his eyes was gone and the gift of sight refilled his senses.

He first looked down to what was once his human arms, large paws and dark purple fur, replaced them. He tried to move, breaking the restraint. And the more angry he got, the bigger and more monsterous. 

His two eyes forming one, his vision becoming worse, his head felt like is was splitting and  sure enough horns had sprouted.

He was aware that this was not normal.

But he was changed and he was pissed.

He got up and picked up the metal table he was laying on throwing it. Definitely not wanting to miss whatever had done this too him.

He turned quickly, two wolf's and a large demon were facing him, he opened his mouth, and let out a monstrous roar, green spit flying.

The demon ran towards him, throwing him against the wall, he shook off the petty demon and growled deeply his whole ribcage shaking from the immense force of it.

What had he done to deserve this?

He ran and bit the demons arm, flinging it, through, the wall. He was trying to yell but only grunts and howls had come out. And with the wolves focused on the demon, he was scrambling to get out of here and find a way to fix this.

He ran toward the door leaping-

Fatigue, was all he felt, his adrenaline leaving, and with a large, unsatisfactory thump, he fell on onto the floor sliding into (and breaking) the wall.

He had passed out again.