I do not own

Inuyasha nor any of the characters,

but this story is mine and mine alone.

Enjoy.

Xxxxxx

Waking was a nightmare. Everything ached and my skin felt liked it was on fire. Everything was pounding, my head, my stomach and unfortunately, that didn't include my heart. Even though my skin felt like it was burning, the place inside my chest where my heart rested was so damned silent.

What I was laying on was hard, and it was pounding as well. It took me a few minutes to realize that everything was pounding and moving, it was an engine. I breathed in deeply and the scent of wood and decay and my blood filled my nostrils.

The rest of my senses came on went I recognized the scent of my blood, like someone had turned a switch and I shifted, realizing that my feet and arms had been tied—and if according to the pain and discomfort shooting up my arms, it had been for a long time.

I listened closely, but I could only hear the thumping of the engine, of whatever it was. Taking another deep breath that didn't give me anymore clues I cautiously opened my eyes. What I saw was wood and metal.

A box.

A cage.

They had caged me, like an animal.

"Bastards!" I snarled under my breath. Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head and looked at the rope at my ankles. They where soaked in blood and where shrinking as they dried, digging deeper into my skin.

Given the amount of blood, I must have been struggling while unconscious. The knot was fairly simple, easily unbound but given that my arms where tied behind my back, that was next to impossible. I yanked on the rope around my wrists.

I grunted, strained, and even snarled a few choice words, but they remained strong. Sweat beaded my forehead, and despite the dire situation I was in, I was surprised that I could still sweat.

Of course, I could still cry so why wouldn't I be able to sweat?

And of course, I was still in my damned birthday suit.

Modesty was starting to be beaten out of me.

And my skin was on fire. I knew it was silver, it had to be. As far as I knew of, nothing else made me burn and ache like silver did. I almost dislocated my hips trying to slash at the rope at my feet with my claws, but no luck. Out of rage, at myself, at how weak I was and everything that was happening, I kicked the wood as hard as I could.

My foot went through the wood with ease, until it hit a box outside of the one i was in. I hissed and yanked my feet away as I hit the silver. It wasn't in the box, it was outside the box. I wormed myself in a circle and looked out the hole. I only saw a mess of silver, fuck, and a brown tarp over that. I could see light, but I couldn't tell if it was actually sunlight, or artificial light.

Out of the frying pan, into the damned fire, I thought with a twinge of sarcasm. And I was afraid, I hated to admit it to myself, but I was so damned afraid, and actually scared for my life. Well... my unlife.

I swallowed, and I groaned at the dryness of my throat. My skin felt very tight and I knew that I had to feed soon. How I hated just thinking about blood. My fangs unsheathed at the thought and I had a sudden urge to tear the bastards out of my upper jaw. My mind went back to that room with the young man. And what I was forced to do to him.

Tears touched my eyes and I sniffed them away, I couldn't cry now. Because if I teared up, a dam would break and I wouldn't be able to stop crying. Life was so unfair, mine was ended too soon. I may not have been the best of the best, but damn it, I didn't deserve what was done to me. I didn't ask for this.

I was torn out of my pity party when the engine shut off.

I heard voices and a flash of fear hit me, but even faster, it was replaced by rage. I stared out of the hole I had kicked out of, waiting for something, anything, to happen. The bottom of the box shifted, and I yelped as I was tossed onto my back and I hit my head against the wood.

Seeing stars, I shook my hair out of my eyes as I looked around for the hole and noted that it was now on the ceiling. It felt as if the box was lifted by something and I yelped as it jolted and jerked, and I was helpless to keep myself from rolling around and hitting my head.

Again.

With a growl, I shoved my feet against the wood and ignored the painful burn of the silver being so close.

What seemed like forever, which was probably only a few minutes, the box was lowered onto something else and I heard another engine start.

The wood under my knees rumbled with the engine and I growled low in my throat as I heard laughter outside. Pissed, I manged to get my arms in front of me even though it hurt like hell and I managed to do it without breaking something, I tore into the rope with my fangs. It took a few minutes but I managed to slice through it and I attacked the ropes binding my ankles. Rubbing my sore wrists, I eyed the wood, thinking it would be a nice weapon. Bracing myself, I tore the hole of the wood bigger and yanked off a nice size sliver of wood. With my teeth and my claws, i made it into a make shift dagger and it felt comfortable in the palm of my hand.

Repeating the process of tearing off a long thin piece of wood, I made another wooden dagger and though my tongue and lips, not to mention my hands and fingers, where full of splinters, I felt better with a weapon in both hands. I doubt that they would get close to the cage where I could grab at them but maybe I could shank somebody while they had the keys in their hands. Someone might take me down in the process, but I swore to myself I would be taking someone down with me.

I refused to go down without a fight.