It all started with Ahmet Benici. The World's lead scientist published his findings that the laws that govern our world would change so drastically human life would not be possible. It was his findings that urged the U.S government to begin a secret project, Project New World. The purpose of this project was to save humanity from its impending doom. So I invite you visitor, whoever you are it doesn't really matter. Come, sit down at your keyboard and tell me, what role are you going to play in this story?
Setting
There are many rumors and stories to be told about the city of Chase. Stories and tales rise from the mysterious forest that borders its northern side. There's big talk of some government project happening on the other side, but no one can know for sure. The small town has a rather sparse population of 20,000 people and is kept isolated from its neighboring town by Wyers lake.
In terms of time, this site will follow real time to accommodate for the short life expectancies of compound patients. The current month is December, the year 2062.
Note: Please note this site is rated PG-13.
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It was a stressful couple of days, no sense in lying. He still didn't understand exactly what happened during that experiment, but knew it was anything but good. To make matters worse, Feral was locked away into the isolation room, the beast practically tearing the room apart the moment he woke up, claw marks all over the place once he'd finished. It wasn't until he managed to tire himself out, venting every last bit of energy and anger out of himself, that he finally returned to normal... Or... Well. For the most part. The fur was gone, thankfully, and his eyes were no longer nearly as sensitive as they were when he'd transformed. Aside from the teeth and claws he had before, he now had to deal with pointed ears that almost looked like an elves. He was just fortunate his hair pretty much hid them. He didn't look as monstrous at least and though wary, they eventually let him get out. At a cost, of course.
Now he was outside, trying to relax beneath the shade of the gazebo while a couple guards stood attentive nearby, equipped with some fancy new stun batons. They weren't taking many chances, and even though he wasn't really doing anything sketchy, they still looked rather alert, prepared to attack the moment he tried anything funny. He growled at the thought, glaring down at floorboards between his feet, unable to really relax as much as he'd like to. Even being outside wasn't doing anything for him. "Don't gotta piss yourselves." he mutters. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have already done it." he points out, which probably didn't help their nerves any, but just the fact that they were so on edge was making him feel a bit uneasy himself.
He scowled, running his hand through his hair in exasperation. What the fuck did he do to deserve all this shit, anyway? As if things couldn't get any worse for him, right? Might as well kick him while he's down. At the very least, he no longer felt weak anymore. In fact, he felt stronger than ever... And that should have encouraged him but it really hadn't. He just kept seeing his reflection every time he closed his eyes, that shadow of a beast snarling back at him. Needless to say, he ended up putting that picture Ephraim had given him face down, the resemblance almost too creepy for his tastes. Was he seriously scared of himself? No! But could you really blame him for freaking out? One second he was completely normal, the next he couldn't even recognize himself... It was shocking!
Surprisingly enough, Feral actually stayed out of fights for the most part after that, purposely avoiding any trouble in case that thing would rear it's ugly head again. He should have been thrilled to have gained such power, but he felt like he just put the final nail in his coffin. Now he couldn't even go anywhere without constantly being watched!
There had always been something, a peculiar hype surrounding Feral that Rowan had never really liked. The other patient had always come across as cocky and standoffish, as though he thought he was better than everyone else. Apparently he was, or at least, he'd done something to extract Dr.Benici's interest. Rowan wouldn't envy him in that aspect, but between his fighting and aggressive behavior, he'd heard a lot about the patient mostly from his father. In his seventeen years of life at the compound, he couldn't recall socializing with Feral once. But was he really as bad as the Senior Wolfe claimed? He supposed he'd find out.
Flanked by two other guards, Rowan trekked through the snow, his ID tag clinking against the buttons of the stiff uniform. It was humiliating he still had to wear them when he was on guard duty, he was practically a faculty member now, wasn't he? Rowan certainly looked nothing like a patient. Even at a glance, one could determine the condition of his health surpassed that of many others his age. Sturdy muscles strained against the fabric of his uniform and he walked in long fluid strides across the fields. Everything from the part of his hair to his snow-laden boots was meticulously neat. It was only the irritating ID tag that continued to jingle that seemed out of place.
Stomping his feet along the floorboards to announce his presence and hopefully dislodge the snow, Rowan cast Feral a curious glance. "He doesn't look like the devil incarnate, you know?" His voice was as cold and crisp as the uniform he bore, studying Feral a moment longer before turning to the authoritative guard on duty. "We will be covering your shift until four o'clock, 4310258629087 will be brought to a rendezvous point yet to be determined. Before you go, do you have anything to report?" There was little point in making meaningless conversation with the guard, so Rowan simply cut to the chase. He didn't look any thrilled to be in the man's presence then Feral seemed to either. He continued to watch the freak from the corner of his gaze, hands clasped neatly behind his back but not too far from his stun baton.
He'd hear the footsteps in the snow before he saw the guards approaching, glaring at the trio with disinterest. Just what he needed! More guards to piss him off. A muscle in his arm twitched, almost as if on cue. There was always a crawling sensation beneath his skin now, and when his temper flared up, that 'thing' he turned into almost seemed like it was trying to tear itself out. He growled at the thought, returning his attention back to the floorboards as he gave a huff, breath visible in the cold air.
That was another good thing, he supposed. His strength had returned and his body almost felt on fire sometimes. It was probably the only reason he bothered going outside anymore, seeing as he couldn't really do much else with the guards just waiting to use their new toys. Speaking of, his attention was brought back at the stomping and comment, shooting a glare up to the new arrival along side a snarl, seeming to take offense. This kid wasn't Benici, he decided he could snarl as much as he pleased as long as the scientist wasn't around to threaten him.
But now that he got a better look at the new fellow, he noticed the distinct tags around his neck and his eyes narrowed. Great. He might have been an animal, but this fucker was a lap dog, trying to appease the white coats by working for them. Guards were bad enough, but patient turned guards almost seemed insulting, especially since he was going to have to put up with him. Just cause he exchanged his collar for a uniform didn't change the fact that this guy was just as disposable as he was. Too bad he didn't have the pleasure of teaching him that lesson, huh? Nope... He had to remind himself he had to behave. Not because of what they might do to him, but what he might become.
He toned out of the conversation after that, continuing to carve the bench he was sitting on with his claws, the only way he could distract himself from the annoying gazes. The guard however had decided to finally respond, "Nothing too major to note." the man began. "He'd made a threat but he seems more bark than bite." Still holding onto that 'threat' was he? Feral, of course, didn't make threats, just promises. As much as he'd like to continue poking fun at the 'circus tiger' he decides to be a bit more serious with his next comment. "Naturally I'd keep your eye on him. He might not look like much, but he can be pretty unpredictable." he states, feeling the need to share since, as far as he was aware, the newer guard hadn't had the pleasure of dealing with the beast. "Don't be afraid to put your baton to use if he starts giving you any lip." the other chimed in. They weren't allowed to kill him or do any drastic damage, but it was always a good idea to remind him of his place. Too bad the animal was far too hardheaded to learn, evidenced by the way he scoffed, seeming to find this exchange amusing. Bunch of cowards, all of them.
Feral's scoff would attract Rowan's attention, earning him a rather hard stare before the man returned to study his peers. He didn't crack even the slightest smile at the earlier joke. It wasn't funny. Well, it was a little amusing but on the job he had been told to show as little emotion as possible. Who would take them seriously if they were giggling like school boys over some ridiculous comment? Although given his current attitude, the patient already didn't appear to be taking them too seriously. Dismissing the guards with a curt nod, he took up a comfortable but alert position a few feet to Feral's left. "I'll be sure to keep both eyes on him, just in case." The comment could have been a sly joke in reference to the other guard's previous comment, but as usual, there was no sign of amusement on his face.
Turning away from the guards he watched Feral for a few moments, eying the bench. Did he have to abuse the wood like that? It wouldn't look as nice anymore. Not only that, but it'd make it less comfortable sitting on. Normally during the spring the wooden seats were cushioned with pillows, but given the amount of snow, it appeared they'd all been taken inside. "Don't you know vandalism is against the rules?" His tone was border lining indifferent as he watched the patient scrape at the wood. Vandalism, defacing compound property, he was no by-law officer but did they just expect them to let Feral do whatever he wanted? Probably, as long as he didn't cause them trouble. But Rowan wasn't okay with that. The freak had wanted to come outside, couldn't he sit still or at least have brought something with him to keep him occupied?
Didn't seem they thought it was funny. Oops? Feral didn't look too apologetic or the least bit fazed by that harsh stare. If anything it just made him more defiant. Who did this kid think he was? Tough shit just because he's 'pampered'? Just cause he was given the title of guard didn't change a thing. Honestly, it just made him even closer to the top of the freak's shit list. He was just fortunate Feral was not in the position to cause much of a fuss at the moment. The collar was bad enough. Now they had other tools of dealing with him. As if these fuckers needed it!
Dismissed, the guards had happily moved along, hopeful to get out of the bitter cold for a bit, leaving Feral alone with this new group he was going to have to decipher. One of them was a larger set man, quiet and rather difficult to read, having settled to leaning against one of the supports with his arms crossed. Confident, perhaps? Certainly one of the more experienced guards that Feral was certain he dealt with at least once. Then there was the second, hand firm on his baton, twirling it about and examining it. Eager, maybe a bit jumpy. If he were to cause a fuss, he certainly seemed like the easiest to take down, but the one who certainly wouldn't waste time putting that baton to use. Then of course there was the teen, the youngest, clearly. He was confusing to say the least, but that sense of duty just annoyed him far too much to focus on any of his potential weaknesses.
His claws dug deeper, Feral lowering his head again to try and clear his mind. He really didn't need to think like a predator at the moment. It wasn't helping none. But his attention was forcibly brought back when this new kid had the gall to bring up rules. It caused him to pause for a second at least, almost as if he wasn't sure he heard right. "Hmm..." he thought. "Nope. Had no idea." he mutters in monotone, continuing to claw into the wooden bench, aware of the sudden tension his blatant disrespect had caused. He didn't even have to look up to tell that the other two had paused as well, one looking surprised, the more experience one expectant as he looked over to Rowan, curious how he'd respond.
So he wasn't the devil incarnate, but a prick seemed just about right. Rowan's stare was unwavering as Feral delivered the monotone reply. So he thought just because he had some claws and everyone was making a big deal about him he could do whatever he wanted? Well aware the other guards were watching, Rowan made his move quickly. Any other day he would've let it go, but considering he was being watched, it wasn't that simple. Snatching Feral's wrist, he squeezed it in a painfully tight grip, lifting his arm up and away from the bench he'd been defacing. "Well, now you know. I'm sure Hank will be thrilled to have your help replacing these boards. They're a little worn out anyway,"
Letting go of the freak's wrist, Rowan held his stare a few moments longer before looking away. Hank would be the compound's maintenance man. He might as well not exist considering no one ever saw him. Rowan had heard he preferred to work at night, though he'd caught a few glimpses of him in the staff room. The big dutchman rarely spoke and always seemed to be fixing something with those massive hands of his. But if Feral was going to take to damaging the property the man had worked so hard to build, he could help him replace the boards in the spring. It was a punishment that showed Rowan wasn't soft enough to let him go, but the guard himself had no desire to cause too much conflict.
Even Feral couldn't deny being surprised by the bold move, hand freezing as it was gripped tight, almost painful. Course he'd endured worse and all it did was serve to piss him off, the beast snarling again, a low growl of warning escaping him. Out of the corner of his eye he can already spot the two guards were alert now, ready to jump in the moment he made a wrong move. He was quite tempted to try something, honestly, even with the threat of them making their move the moment he moved a muscle. But... he showed some restraint... For now, though barely, evident by the way his other hand had gripped on the edge of the bench, actually crushing it with the force he used. His eyes even looked darker, pupil's narrowed into almost cat-like slits. But he didn't try anything, simply holding that stare with the other teen, an intense hate burning.
Fortunately, before he could lose his cool, the guy (whose name he discovered to be Rowan now that he had been up close) had released him, though not without first implying Feral would help whoever the fuck Hank was. Unlikely, but the beast gave no actual response to it other than his growls, still holding that stare until the guard finally looked away. Though still visibly frustrated, he released his deadly grip on the bench, letting the broken off pieces fall to the floor.
He stayed there for a few seconds, having at least stopped 'vandalizing' but now there had been an awkward silence and Feral seemed to be growing tired of it. Perhaps a bit faster than he should have, Feral got to his feet and climbed over the railing, hopping outside of the gazebo and into the snow, though not making a break for it as they might have easily assumed. "Keep up." he called back, fully expecting some sort of irritated response, but not really caring. He needed to take a walk before he really lost his temper.
My, what large teeth you have. The comment would never make it to the audible world as Rowan held Feral's gaze. The junior wolf was by no means impressed by his lack of manners and showed no sign of being intimidated by him. He would not let Feral have the upper hand in this situation or any situation for that matter. As if determined to rub him the wrong way, Rowan would only return his hateful glare with the same deadpanned expression he'd worn since he'd entered the gazebo. He had self-control, something Feral didn't have - or rather to an extent Feral didn't have - and Rowan wasn't above holding that against him.
But beneath the surface, his blood boiled in frustration. Didn't the idiot know he could zap his brains out? Didn't he know he could beat his skull into the bench? There were a number of terrible things he could do to Feral, but nothing bothered him more than this: Feral was the only patient in the compound he couldn't overpower when it came to using brute force.
Rowan was strong, of course, he was! The last three years of his life had been dedicated solely to training. But Feral, he was superhuman. His strength exceeded the guards by far, forcing them to rely on humiliating weapons like stun batons and shock collars to keep him in line. That irked him the most. But without a change in face, he crossed his arms over his chest, turning away. The broken pieces of wood caught his eye and Rowan stifled a sigh. Hank would not be pleased, or at least he imagined he wouldn't be.
Before he could mutter a complaint Feral was over the railing and making his escape. This time, Rowan did scowl, skirting around the Gazebo entrance as he followed the younger patient. "Well don't just go wandering off. You might fall into a snowdrift." Was he really concerned? Not really. Feral could go drown himself if he wanted and he probably wouldn't bat an eyelash. Taking long strides to catch up with him Rowan cast him a side glance. "Where do you think you're going?" There was a slight edge to his tone though he sounded less demanding and more curious. Did the freak have a particular destination in mind? Should he stop him? He cast one of the senior guards are guarded look.
Despite the stoic expression, Feral could sense that anger and was almost amused by it... But that also meant he had better chances of starting something, which actually wasn't in his favor this time. Should he try to behave a bit better? Maybe. Unfortunately he had no interest in becoming a doormat just to avoid trouble. Really, the fact he hadn't tried to attack yet was amazing enough and really taxing on his patience, so the poor guards who had to deal with him were actually rather lucky the beast was trying. Course it was hard to tell with all the snark.
Unsurprisingly he was being trailed, though Feral didn't bother looking back to check, trying his best to ignore them as much as he could. So naturally he ignores his 'concern' and continues walking, enjoying the cool wind against his skin. Too bad it was spoiled by his group of boneheaded escorts. Speaking of, he heard Rowan catching up, glaring at him out of the corner of his eye as he continued forward. Did this kid ever shut up? He acted as if he was something important! It kind of irked him, honestly, though that was no surprise considering Feral seemed to think himself superior to everyone else. "Away." he states simply. "What the fuck does it matter?" It wasn't like he was trying to escape. If he really planned that, he would have been moving far faster than he was. "Is walking against the rules now too?" he scowls. He was just getting more and more frustrated and it was probably obvious.
The senior guard didn't seem too amused. Then again, he was rather emotionless anyway, the job did that to you. Before he could really do anything, the other had decided for the rest of them he was tired of being played with. So he decided to cut Feral off, making the beast pause in his tracks as he glared up at him. "Don't fuck around, freak." he warned, that baton in hand and jabbing against Feral's chest. The guy seemed excited by the possibility of testing it out. "You need to learn your place! Just give me an excuse to test this thing out." he dared. Feral's eyes narrowed, clearly not amused or intimidated, strangely enough. Then again, he'd yet to have to experience the batons just yet, which might have excused his actions as he grabbed a hold of it steady to where the guard couldn't even move it. "Try me." he growled, the noise sounding far more monstrous than before. Despite this though, he didn't try to attack, only keeping the baton steady, against his chest of all things. Was he literally asking for it?
Rowan would have delivered a curt response, but before he could it seemed one of his peers felt the need to intervene. Now frustration did flash across his face, though it was gone in an instant. How were his peers going to learn to respect him if he couldn't even keep a stupid patient in line? His resentment towards Feral only grew with each passing moment. The patient had little reason to fear them, perhaps because they couldn't match his strength on their own. But as much as he was tempted to shove his baton places where it didn't belong, Feral would have to be managed some other way. Using the weapons to throw their weight around would only fuel his resentment and make this an even bigger problem than it already had become.
Raising his baton, he wrapped it against the guard's wrist, not hard enough to hurt but enough to snag his attention. "That was unnecessary." He almost wanted to point he could handle this, but such a childish exclamation would do him no good.With his free hand, he gripped the baton just above Feral's hand pushing it outwards from his body. But he wasn't doing this for the freak, no the kid still annoyed him as much as he had moments ago. But they weren't bullies. They had their duties to guard him and keep him from trouble not beat him at every opportunity -though tempting.
Besides, what was the point in learning to control his emotions if they were just going to blow up over every little act of disrespect.Lowering his own baton to show he meant not disrespect towards the other guard, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Lead the way," he told Feral, simply letting him take the lead.
Feral would hold the glare, bold and defiant and he could see the slight worry in the older man's eyes. But he wouldn't back down and neither would the beast. It was only because of Rowan's interference that their standstill had come to an abrupt stop, the guard looking over to the newer recruit with a look of confusion that turned to mild frustration, not particularly fond of his actions being criticized in front of a patient, Feral no less. What did this kid know anyway? But he was also slightly grateful for the distraction and kept any negative opinions to himself for now, if only to put some distance between himself a Feral for a moment. The eldest guard simply watched on, seeming to be observing it all and hadn't planned on intervening should things get sour.
Fortunately for all of them, Feral just ended up looking like a confused animal as his eyes transferred from the one guard to Rowan and back again, not entirely sure what was happening. This was... new to say the least. And the confusion made it easier to slip the baton out of his grasp, the beast taking a step back, brows furrowed. He wasn't about to go thanking this kid just yet, or ever if he could help it. In fact, he decided to mask his confusion by mocking them. "You guys might want to work on your good cop, bad cop routine." What did he know about that? Only a bit of information he picked up through television, of course, as censored as that shit was.
With that little tension seemingly taken care of, the one guard put away his baton for now and once the immediate threat seemed to have left, Feral became visibly more relaxed, if only a slight amount. Of course now he was being told to take the lead and the beast seemed to hesitate a bit, as if he were trying to figure out what the guard was up to. Naturally, he wasn't about to trust anyone, no matter how harmless their intentions may seem. Once he was somewhat certain their was no ulterior motive, he moved along, passing the guard from before with a snarl in his direction before he'd continue forward, further into the empty field.
Where was he going? Nowhere in particular. He just had to walk off his nerves before they got the best of him. He had actually gotten rather close moments ago, his muscles sore from holding back alone. Perhaps part of him had thought the shock would stop him? Or maybe he was just being cocky. Either way, crisis seemed averted for now. "You can run off if you want. I wont tell anyone." he offers, eyes still ahead, not expecting any sort of cooperation but, hey! It was worth a shot. "I'm sure you all have far better things you could be doing." Like leaving him alone for example, he thought as he scooped up some snow. "Course I can tell twitchy just wants to kick someone's ass. Probably only signed up for the job just so you could beat up kids, right?" The mentioned 'twitchy' scowling. Yeah. Definitely around Ephraim too long.
'Twitchy' as Feral called him, wasn't the only one who wanted to kick someone's ass. Think of your happy place...happy place... Taking a deep breath, he refused to let Feral get the best of him. He was the one with a 'strong mind' here, not the stuck up patient. But as he trudged along, his ID tags would jingle like sleigh bells insistent on reminding him they were cut from the same cloth. Well...maybe not the same cloth. Unlike Feral, he wasn't the devil incarnate. He actually had a future ahead of him, even if it would always be locked up in this place, he had more freedom then Feral would ever have. Or...should have, he watched the beast stride ahead. What a drag this was all turning out to be.
Happy thoughts... He wondered what the cooks would make up for dinner tonight. Was he the only patient on the compound who wanted nothing more then to lose himself within the unbearably hot kitchen, trying to prep food while some chef in a tall hat yelled orders at him? Well, it certainly beat hanging around Feral, and his peers! His gaze strayed to the senior guard, he'd remained silent so far and Rowan couldn't help feel as though his silence added to the pressure he already felt. With a sigh, he returned his attention to Feral watching him gather the snow.
"Are you hoping to dismiss us so you can build a snowman?" The taunt was veiled behind his usual bland tone, dark eyes watching Feral's every movement. "Would you like us to radio the compound and have someone bring out mitts and a scarf, maybe a carrot or two? One for you new friend, and the to keep you busy, you know?" The offer wasn't entirely genuine, but if Feral really did want to play around like a little girl, at least it would be better then giving the rest of them grief.
He knew he was getting to at least two of them. While his comments were certainly pissing them off, it was surprisingly making the beast feel a bit better getting all that anger out. Being a pain was the only way he kept himself sane, if you could really call him that at this point. So he was at least feeling more relieved, up until Rowan started taunting him. Fortunately he kept his eyes ahead. Had he looked back the fuckers might have noticed his face was a bit redder than usual. Embarrassed? Maybe. Once again he'd find someone else to blame for his actions, Michelle having been the one to reintroduce him to playing in the snow, even though he certainly wasn't his best back then. He growled at the thought, gripping the snowball in his hands a bit too tight to where it crumbled back into pieces. "Fuck off." he growled, tossing the remains back into the snow at his feet, muttering curses beneath his breath.
"What I want is for you fuckers to get off my case. Can't even shit anymore without someone breathing down my goddamn neck!" he snarls, deciding to quickly correct any misunderstandings that the freak might actually have a playful side to him. No, he had to make sure to keep his reputation in check... Which honestly wasn't helping his case any. He didn't realize his situation could get far worse from what it had been, but here's the universe proving him wrong, out to get him as always.
He should really be counting his blessings that he was allowed out at all. He heard the whispers. It probably would have been a lot easier just to keep him locked up. But the concern that he would hurt himself under such conditions had been one reason, and Feral had plenty of new scars and bruises across his body to prove that much. Still, it didn't seem like he could win at all. Worst part was, he was convinced it was all Benici's fault. He just had to keep injecting him with weird shit and look where they were now! He supposed the only good thing about it was that he hadn't seen the old fart since the incident.
"So do yourselves a favor and literally go fuck yourselves, alright? I don't need a bunch of bitches babysitting me. Especially a kid pretending he's tough shit just because he's the white coat's dog now." he concludes.
So the bland comments were getting to the freak? Well, that made Rowan feel a bit better. As his 'innocent' offer was shot down, he only shook his head as if wondering 'what's the matter with him?' Of course, there was nothing wrong with snowmen. If he weren't stuck playing guard, he would have gladly romped in the snow too had he the energy. But not only was that not acceptable for one of his status and position, his father would kill him as always. The serious man was hard to please, albeit impossible if he expected Rowan to guard Feral on a regular basis. Part of him prayed this was only temporary, another part ready to tell him to 'bring it on' because he'd prove he was more than capable.
Watching the snow crumble, he rubbed his hands together slowly. The thin gloves did little to shield his hands from the cold, but Feral didn't seem too bothered by it. Clasping his hands behind his back, he listened patiently while the freak told him off. "Don't even think about letting him get to you," his father's words from earlier weighed heavily on his shoulders. He forced the muscles in his face to relax as well as his shoulders, the stern glare slowly melting away until it was replaced with nothing. But there was no sense of accomplishment when he was only shutting his emotions away. On the job it got him out of trouble, it kept his father off his back. But what was it doing to his heart? Focus... It was hard when Feral seemed insistent on making himself look like even more of an idiot than before.
But literally go fuck themselves? Like literally?I don't suppose you wanna lend me a hand big guy? Oh, how tempting it would have been to offer such a crude response. He held back only knowing his father would flay him. He was above this, above Feral...literally. Instead, he would take the abuse in silence, waiting until Feral was finished before he simply shrugged. "You're the one wearing the collar...you know?" It wouldn't show, but Feral's words had wounded him like a blow to the chest, leaving him reeling and internally breathless. It only hurt because it was true. He might have a physical sort of freedom, but Feral had the freedom to choose his own identity, freedom to determine the quality of his heart. That was something Rowan envied and it annoyed him he felt that way. All these thoughts took place behind an unrealistically calm and blank facade.
Ouch. Feral actually had to take pause at that one, not really needing to be reminded of his predicament. Another new one, actually, one to accommodate his new... developments. Anytime he put even the slightest dent into them, it was replaced, the faculty taking no chances in letting him loose from perhaps the biggest factor that kept him in line. It caused him to growl as he reached up to grip the device, fingers no longer able to even fit beneath them anymore, so tight around his neck. "And you aren't?" Well obviously not, no visible device around his neck. But there might as well have been one. He just willingly gave up any chance of freedom. At least Feral, as slim as his chances might be now, had a chance to escape this place, one way or another. "I don't really give a shit. Go ahead and keep fooling yourself, big shot." he shrugs.
After that bit of info, Feral caught sight of something up ahead that caught his attention. Picking up the pace, he ended up approaching the tree, wasting no time scaling up it, a surprisingly easy task with the help of his claws. Did he hope to lose them? Well he wouldn't get very far, obviously, but just getting some distance would make him happy, even if it meant staying stuck up in a tree until they finally lost interest or someone else came to replace them. New faces he could fuck with. But for now, he instead focused on finding a sturdy branch, managing to get quite high before making himself comfy, opting to ignore the guards who no doubt were at the base.
Too bad the tree wasn't gigantic. Then again, they'd never have anything that could allow the patients to see over the walls. Any tree that got close was immediately chopped down, sadly. He frowned at the thought before breaking himself a twig free from the branch and snapping it in two, pretending there wasn't a frustrated group of guards staring.
