Ewan
Ewan opened his eyes as something scraped across the lid of the coffin. He was feeling weak and dizzy, and so hungry and thirsty. The coffin tilted, and he sensed movement. It was put down again, and the lid was levered off. He blinked and squinted, eyes watering as they saw light for the first time in days.
"Welcome back to life above the surface," Blakesley purred as he looked in on the emaciated Scot.
Ewan would've spat in his face if he'd had any saliva in his mouth. He settled for glaring.
"We need you for something..." Blakesley looked at the soldiers. "Get him cleaned up." The doctor moved out of the way as they got Ewan out and took him over to the corner. They propped him up, and then turned a hose on him. Ewan gasped and spluttered but managed to catch some of the water in his mouth. It was heavenly.
They hosed the Scot down, washing the filth from his body, before taking his clothes off and doing it again. Ewan shivered as the cold water cooled him almost to the point of freezing, huddling under the icy spray, too weak to move out of it. Red hair clung in sodden curls to his forehead as they heaved him to his feet and dragged him out of the damp spot. His teeth chattered violently after they took the gag out.
They dried him off roughly, then unchaining his ankles, dressed him clothes Ewan had a sinking feeling came from dead bodies. The blood stain and hole in the shirt only added to it. He sort of lay where they'd dumped him, getting his breath back.
Then the door opened, and two soldiers led in another man. Boy, rather. He looked to be about 13, and very sick. He coughed and snarled at one of the soldiers holding him, and they hit him over the head. They dropped him next to Ewan.
The boy looked at him and blinked. "They want me to bite you," he said in a gravelly voice. "I'm no good to them anymore. Name's Jase."
"Pleased to meet you, Jase," Ewan said hoarsely. "Why?"
"Cos I'm Wolven, that's why." The boy grinned slightly. "Sorry bout this. Beware the full moon, and watch out for people armed with silver." He bent his head down to Ewan's neck, and bit down hard. Ewan yelped as the boy's teeth pierced his throat, and then Jason raised his head. "Remember me," he said simply, then one of the soldiers calmly shot him.
"JAYSUS CHRIST!" Ewan yelped as the boy's head rocked backwards, more blood being added to the torn and bloodstained shirt the Scot was wearing. He looked at Blakesley in shock, as blood leaked from the bitemark on his neck. "Why the hell did ye do that?!"
"Cameras," Blakesley snapped. "And get him restrained before the transformation begins." The soldiers rushed in and the wounds on Ewan;s neck started to heal up.
He looked upwards, pupils dilating to cover his irises and eyes looking completely black. He snarled at the soldiers who approached him with silver chains, the metal hurting his eyes. He leapt for one of them and they shot him with a tranquilser. Not before he'd snapped the unfortunate soldier's neck, however.
"Put him in with Natalia," Blakesley said, seething. "Let's see if he can control himself around her."