Stasya Volkov
TRIGGER WARNING IN REGARDS TO THE END OF THIS POST!
Just to cover my bases. Also, permission to use the scientists and guards granted by
@JinxerLocation: Auditorium -> Side room
Stasya was nervous as she quietly accepted the earpiece that was handed to her. Down on the stage, some people in lab coats had entered from a side door. She didn't know who they were, they didn't look like anybody from the hospital. One of them, what looked like a woman, stepped forward, and the translator began speaking in Stasya's ear.
The more he talked, however, the more confused that Stasya became, and the more frightened. Nothing they were saying was making any sense. Powers? Hearing people's thoughts? None of that could be real. Then again, when the doctors had first looked at her, they had been at a complete loss to explain how the scales had appeared on her body, how her breasts had somehow managed to shrink down to practically nothing, or how her... more intimate parts had almost completely sealed themselves up. So perhaps it wasn't so crazy.
When he began talking about how they wouldn't be allowed to leave, however, a yawning pit of fear and panic opened up in her stomach, and she stood up, eyes wide.
We... can't leave? But... I have to go back! I promised I would stay! The sickening feeling grew when they admitted that they had kidnapped all of them.
They... no no no! He's going to think I ran away! I have to go back! As the scientists finished speaking, and the others began to voice their protests, Stasya practically jumped over Lyra and rushed up to the front of the auditorium. When she reached the podium, too consumed in her own fear to care about the view she was giving the other teens, she looked at the translator desperately. "Пожалуйста, я должен вернуться домой. Я не могу остаться здесь. (Please, I have to go back home. I can't stay here.)"
The scientists looked to one another, and the one called Christopher stepped forward. "Г-жа Волкова, да? Я понимаю, что это должно казаться очень запутанным и страшно, и я понимаю ваши проблемы, я действительно делаю. Но вы должны понять, пока мы не знаем, в полной мере ваших способностей и можете быть уверены, что у вас есть полный контроль над ними, вы потенциальная опасность для окружающих. Ваша семья, широкая публика, это просто слишком опасно, чтобы позволить вам оставить в это время. (Ms. Volkov, yes? I understand that this must seem very confusing and scary, and I understand your concerns, I really do. But you have to understand, until we know the full extent of your abilities and can be sure that you have complete control over them, you are a potential danger to those around you. Your family, the general public, it's simply too dangerous to let you leave at this time.)"
Stasya's eyes flicked between the scientists, the one called Elisa looking at her impassively. "Пожалуйста, вы должны позволить мне вернуться, я обещал, что я бы не оставил! (Please, you have to let me go back, I promised I wouldn't leave!)"
Christopher shook his head. "Я понимаю, мисс Волков, но, как я только что объяснил ~ (I understand, Ms. Volkov, but as I just explained~)"
"Нет! Вы не понимаете, что я должен вернуться! Я обещал! (No! You don't understand, I HAVE to go back! I promised!)" An increasing note of desperation began creeping into Stasya's voice, her nails digging into her palms, fists shaking.
Holding up his hands, the translator took a step forward. "Г-жа Волков, пожалуйста, успокойся ~ (Ms. Volkov, please calm down~)"
"Я обещал, что не оставит! Вы должны взять меня обратно, я не могу оставить ее! Я обещал заботиться о ней! (I promised I wouldn't leave! You have to take me back, I can't leave her! I promised to look after her!)" An itching, burning sensation began creeping across her skin and scales, and tears threatened to spill over from her eyes. They didn't understand, she
had to get back home. She promised her she wouldn't leave her!
"Г-жа Волков ~ (Ms. Volkov~)"
Something broke inside Stasya, and she lunged at the scientist. "Вы должны взять меня обратно! (You have to take me back!)" she screamed.
The girl barely made it two steps before thick, muscular arms wrapped around her from behind, pining her arms to her sides and lifting her into the air. Screaming and crying, she struggled to free herself as a second guard entered through the side door, the Elisa woman barking orders of some kind. "Нет! Отпусти меня! Я должен вернуться! (No! Let me go! I have to go back!)" she wailed as the second guard grabbed at her kicking legs, and the pair carried the struggling Russian shapeshifter out of the auditorium.
In the hallway through the side door, the guards struggled to keep hold of the screaming girl. Both were well-trained and well built, but the Russian wasn't pulling her punches, and her legs were proving to be unusually strong. Neither knew what she was saying exactly, not knowing any Russian themselves, but they could make a pretty good guess. "Come on, quit struggling and calm down!" the one holding her body grunted, craning his head back to avoid getting struck in the chin by her thrashing head.
The second guard, trying and barely succeeding at holding the girl's legs, grunted as she kicked him square in the chest. "Forget it, she can't understand you. In here." Trapping both her ankles under one arm, he turned to open the door to a room, promptly smashing his head into it when one of her legs slipped free and rammed into his back.
Bracing himself, the first guard grimaced. "I know, but come on! I don't know what she's getting so work up ov-gah!" he yelped as the girl jerked her head down, sinking her teeth into his forearm and clamping down. "Little bitch! She bit me!"
The second guard kicked the door open. "Come on, get her on the table. Hold her down, I need to find a vein." Managing to wrestle the struggling girl onto the table, he climbed up and straddled her legs, pinning them with his full body weight as he pushed up the loose hospital gown and pulled her thighs apart.
Instantly, the girl began screaming into the arm she was biting and thrashing her head from side-to-side, somehow managing to struggle even more fiercely than before. "Hurry up, man! This fucking hurts!" the guard grimaced, tightening his grip around her arms and chest.
Pulling a small cylinder from his belt, reminiscent of an Epi-pen, the second guard bared his teeth in frustration. Scales covered just about the entirety of her thighs, and he wasn't sure the injector would be able to pierce them. Shifting his weight, he grabbed her forearm and pinned it to the table, running a finger along the skin. "Got one!" He pressed the injector into the base of her forearm, just before the elbow, and it made a sharp hiss, mixing with girl's scream, her eyes wide and panicked.
Gradually, her struggles began to lessen, and her eyes drifted closed, until she was completely relaxed. Slipping off the table, the second guard wiped his brow. "Damn." He glanced at his buddy, who had managed to extricate his arm from between her teeth. In her thrashing, she had torn an ugly wound in the skin, nearly pulling out a chunk of his flesh. "Vicious little bitch, isn't she. She's the shapeshifter they was talking about right?" He gestured to the open wound. "You're probably gonna wanna get that checked out. No telling what she's got in her mouth."
The first guard glanced at the unconscious girl's scales, then back at his buddy. "No shit."