They say you don't dream in Cryo, they say the animal, the animal stay awake. Maybe that's why I'm awake right now, watching the scene unfold. Could that be how I knew that the man int eh tube next to me was dangerous. Besides the neon warning stamped to the outside of the tube.

No I could smell his masculinity, I could smell everyone who was on the ship. All the women, all the men, plus the little stowaway in the back. I could smell that one of the men was an addict, morphine if my nose is working right. Only me and the man next to me weren't human.

Meteors blasted through the cryo area, leaving little holes, and killing the true Captain. Poor man, that must've hurt. I felt myself being thrown, cracking the glass surrounding me. I let out a screech and fought against the straps holding me in. I was being thrown around my tube with sickening results, glass was stabbing me, over and over, little pieces getting stuck inside the wounds.

Hissing, I finally broke the bonds and threw myself out of the tube, rolling until I hit one side of the ship. I tried to get to my feet, only to be slammed back down onto the unforgiving metal. I latched my claws into the metal and tried to move onto my hands and knees. Another jolt to the ship and I was sent flying, slamming into the side of the ship. I felt the ship hit the ground and I flew forwards, hitting my head and my eyes slid shut. I was still awake mind you, just kept my eyes closed.

Foot steps ran all over the place, trying to figure out who was dead, who was alive, their injuries, supplies, everything we needed. There was a pair of footsteps that surprised me, the ones above me, in the ceiling. Eyes were boring into my side and I shifted slightly. Footsteps got closer to me and a pair of hands wove their way down me, one at my neck checking for a pulse.

"She's alive!" A female voice called out. I let out a keening noise and fought to stand up, my battered body protested violently. "Shh, stay down." I was forced to lay there. Another masculine scent made it's way towards my nose, this guy was mean, ruthless, my lips curled in disgust. I felt his hands check my wounds.

"She'll be in pain, but she'll live." I let out a growl and snapped at him. Another pair of hands made their way onto my body, petting, calming me down. I let out a whimper and curled up, trying to take the pressure off the gash on my back. I could still feel the man above me, watching, waiting, trying to find an opening. I don't know for what, maybe an attack.

The man's scent was mixed, the musky man smell, along with grease, sweat, and blood, but not the man's blood, other peoples blood. He was a killer. I strained my ears, there were so many people clamoring around me it was hard to focus. The man above me was the predator, and I got the feeling, we were his prey. Or at least there were few of us he would consider.

"Johns get her onto a cot or slab or something, we need to patch up her back." Came a commanding tone, female, not the Captain, but close enough. Male hands scooped me up and his frame almost engulfed me. He cradled me as he started walking.

The man above followed Johns, watching him, waiting to strike. Johns was the man's prey. The above man leapt and I was knocked out of his grasp. I let out a scream as my body slammed into the metal again. I watched with hazy eyesight as Johns and the man started fighting, I thought the man from next to me was going to win, but Johns fought hard. I flinched as their punches and kicks landed on each other.

Johns subdued the man and knocked him out. He stood up and looked form me to the unnamed man. Johns opted to retrieve me and lay me down very gently on ma cool piece of metal, like a cot. He chained the man across the room from me as if the man was on display. I watched as Johns gloated, calling the man foul names, beating him even though the man was out cold and couldn't defend himself. Johns played dirty and I don't like people like that. Johns soon left, not even glancing my way.

"Asshole." I mutter, closing my eyes and letting the black take over.