Anywhere But Here (CH 13) [Human(m)xHyenas(f)]

Anywhere But Here [human(m)xmultiple hyena(f),violence, femdom, smut, pseudo-penis, intersex, romance, drug use]
By Teether


Chapter 13


>You wipe the acidic puke from your mouth
>You push yourself up from a dirty, yellow stained toilet with a missing seat
>Your knees wobble for a second as you try to stand, the blood in your head rushing
>You look down at the mess you made on the neglected porcelain
>Nothing black
>You half-heartedly slap the broken plunger down on the toilet and open the creaky stall door
>You stumble over your feet towards the sink, its bowl ringed with unwashed streaks
>Right before you fall over, you grasp the edge of the sink with the tips of your fingers
>Your vision goes a bit blurry and you almost lose your balance once more
*”What the fuck is wrong with me?” you think steadying yourself against the sink
>You turn the hot water knob and splash your face with its refreshing, ice-cold embrace
>You stare at yourself in the dusty mirror for a couple seconds, checking your mouth and eyes for anything unusual
>It feels like its been forever since you’ve seen your reflection
>It feels alien
>Your features seem less anorexic then when you started your journey but the lack of sleep and stress is obviously written on your face
>Fuck, you look like you’ve aged a million years in what…eight days? Or was it ten days?
>Fuck
>Whatever….It feels like you’ve been in this short stretch of time for a least a year
>You know that’s wrong but damn your bones are tired….everything feels tired
>A fat fly lands on the mirror, right between your gaunt eyes
>You backhand the mirror; crushing the reckless little bug into a black, tarry smudge
>You look down at the back of your right hand and see a burst mark of black oil
>You stick your right hand under the pock-marked faucet and slam the hot water knob repeatedly
> You curse loudly as you try to will the hot water into existence
>Still cold
“Come on you crummy fuckin’ piece of shit! Gimme something hot! I thought this was a fucking hospital!”
>Ice cold
>The sink did not change under your continued volleys of begging and curses
“FUCK!”
>You take whatever soaps you can find and begin scrubbing the back of your hand
>You scrub and scrub until the back of your hand is red and raw
>You look at it close up; making sure none of the black oil remained
>”Are you ok?”
>You look towards the entrance of the bathroom
>It’s Dee
>”What are you doing all the way over here darling? You had me scared; Just up and taking off like that,” said Dee through stress ringed eyes
>You walk over to Dee and take her hand, “Look, I am sorry, I had to find a bathroom and a little peace and quite….I guess I found a little more then I was expecting”
>Dee looks at you with confusion and concern, “Come again with that last part darling?”
>You shake your head, “Sorry, I’ve been spacing out a lot. Here, It’ll be easier if I just show it to you”
>You take her by the hand and lead her in the vaulted room
>Dee just stands still for a couple minutes
>”Humans, hundreds of ‘em. They’re all ok…right?” said Dee with motherly concern
>You grab the clipboard from 200’s bed rail and hand it to Dee
>You see the corners of Dee’s mouth tighten with each line of the handwritten document
>”Eve needs to see this” stressed Dee lowering the clipboard and taking another sweeping gaze over the room, “Poor humans..”
>You take Dee’s hand again and double-time it back to Riley’s room as quick as you can without looking suspicious
>Either way you still can’t help but feel the eyes of every personnel watching you
>Analyzing you
>*”They know something’s wrong…maybe they can smell the vaulted room on me……maybe they smell the hyena on me…..maybe they can smell the human on me….”
>Your thoughts quickly swirl into a barrage of every worse case scenario as the two of you book it down the halls, everyone starring onward

>”Why? Someone needs to stay and watch over Riley” said Eve sitting in a chair beside Riley’s bed; Riley laying quietly with a blood bag and a fresh set of bandages
>”I’ll take care of her, just go with Twigs darling” said Dee gazing out of the corner of her eyes at the Otter doctor
>Eve followed her gaze back to the Otter, “Mr. Felding…would you mind keeping an eye on Riley’s health while I am gone?”
>The little otter swung excitedly around on his chair, a fist of scotch in hand, “No problem misssssss Eve, she’s iiiinnnnn gooooood handddddsssss”
>It’s only midday and he’s already shitfaced
>Eve gives a worried look back to Dee before sighing and getting up from the chair
>You take Eve by the arm and guide her out through the room’s doorway
>You hear another person in Riley’s room get to their feet
>You turn your head back and see the shadowy figure of Delilah, standing up from a chair in the corner
>You and Eve continue out the door and down the hall as Delilah silently floats a couple paces behind the two of you
>You ignore her presence as you guide Eve around a couple corners
>”So…what do you want me to see?” she says in a low voice
>You put your finger to your lips
>She immediately gets the hint and nods back at you
>All three of you keep a steady pace down to the empty hospital wing
>You pull Eve through the doorway while Delilah stops abruptly before the border of the door
>Eve looks over the clipboard note for patient 200
>The women’s mouth now actively dribbling black oil as it pools down onto her chest and stomach
>Eve has a flabbergasted look on her face as she pokes and prods at the unconscious woman
>She walks around the room, checking more patients, some still with their heart rate monitors steadily beeping low and deep
>”They’re all dead” says Eve walking back to you and throwing #200’s clipboard onto her stiff legs
“But most of them are still breathing, their heart thingies are still beeping” you say confused
>”I know…but that doesn’t change the fact everyone here should be….. or rather is, clinically dead. “ said Eve picking up 200’s right hand
>All of the fingers back to the knuckle are jet black
>“They’re not taking in enough oxygen to sustain brain function, let alone their heart rates; which are practically non-existent.” Said Eve letting go of the arm
>The arm stays stiffly in place as it slowly lowers centimeter-by-centimeter back to the bed
>” It’s like their bodies are rotting but their brain didn’t get the message…..I feel like….” Said Eve scratching her chin in thought
>”Now where’d y’all just pop in from? You know civilians aren’t supposed to be back here” you hear in deep burgundy-like voice
>You look towards the room’s entrance; A colossal male brown bear about seven and half feet tall and almost that much wide stands in the doorway munching a thick lit cigar
>Two large, armed, draft horse guards in black garb stand a couple steps behind him for protection
>The bear walks up to you and Eve, every step resounding through the room like someone dropping a sack of bricks over and over
>You look up at the gigantic beast in front of you, covered head to toe in a smoky black military uniform with five stars pinned to the shoulders
>The bear looms over the two of you, taking in every little detail of your presence with his beady black eyes
>”I said where are y’all from and what are y’all doing back here?” demanded the bear in a deeper molasses baritone
>You were about to say something but Eve squeezes your arm, digging her claws into your flesh
>You quickly got the message and pulled the hood on your face down, trying to obscure it from the towering observer in front of you
>”Sorry sir, we’re from outta town out east, we just got bored waiting for our friend and began wandering” said Eve nervously
>The bear ignores Eve’s answer as he takes a couple deep sniffs
>Your blood runs cold as the bear leans his enormous body down, coming face to face with your drooping black hood
>”Uhhh? Sir what are you doing to…..to my daughter?” fumbles Eve in an unconvincing tone
>You feel the air around your face disappear as the giant takes in a couple deeper sniffs over your head and shoulders
>”Sir?” said Eve
>”The name’s Graham but you can call me President Graham. I run this little sanctuary city of ours” said the grizzly straightening up to look down at Eve, “Your daughter reeks of skins…fresh skins”
>”P-president? Uhh…yes.. s-sorry Mr. President, we were just traveling through, my daughter Twigs got chatting with some skins heading east; some of their stink must’ve rubbed off on her” said Eve trying to desperately pull together a hodge-podge of a backstory
>Graham raises an eyebrow, ”hmmm well, next chance you get, take a bath will you?…The stink is repugnant. “
>”Y-yes sir” says Eve without thinking
>“You may also want to keep an eye on who your daughter chats with….Last thing we need here in this city is a goddamn skin-lover. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” said Graham rhetorically with a wide grin
>”N-no sir!” barked Eve as she gave a shaky salute to the wall of fur
>”And you….” Said Graham looking down at you, “You won’t be mixing with skins again? I hope you know how dangerous they can be.”
>You shake your head “no” but panic half way, wondering whether to nod yes instead
>You try to hide behind Eve like a scared toddler, hoping the lack of a response it enough of an answer
>Graham gives Eve a quizzical look, “The lil’ lady not speak?”
>”No….she uhhh…got caught up in a bad fire a couple months back….She hasn’t spoken since then” says Eve wrapping a secure arm around you
>”Oh…I am sorry to hear that” says Graham in a genuinely sorry tone as he pulls a small pamphlet from his shirt pocket
>”Here you go honey, keep yourself informed for next time those skins try an’ bother yah” says Graham handing the pamphlet out to you
>You try to keep your face hidden as you reach out, quickly snatching the pamphlet from the grizzly’s tire-sized paw
>Graham let’s out a couple deep chuckles as he tips the rim of his officer’s hat towards the two of you, “You two better skirt along, what’s about to happen isn’t meant for the eyes of children or civilians”
>”Right….come on” says Eve pulling you towards the room’s entrance
>You try to dig your heels into the floor in protest but Eve pulls you out into the hallway
>The two horse guards enter the room as you hear Graham calling for more help over a walky-talky clipped to his chest
>Eve continues to pull you down the hallway until you finally relent to her steadily quickening pace
“Why did we just leave?! We need to find out going on!? EVE?” you shout at Eve
>”Shhhh! Keep your voice down. I don’t know what’s happening in their Twigs but it can’t be good,” says Eve not slowing down
”Those are the first humans I’ve seen in close to two years and your just telling me to forget about it?!” you say in a slightly quieter tone
>Eve turns on her heel and jabs a finger deep into your chest
>”Are you so numbed up on painkillers that you forgot about that little welcoming mat we came across a couple hours ago?” said Eve in a critical but low tone
“But…” you mumble
“And do you know who probably orchestrated that whole thing?” Eve says pointing back in the direction of the vaulted room
“….”
>“If a person hardly bats an eye to impaling thousands of people, they probably wouldn’t shy from putting up a few more snooping around, human or sentient” said Eve turning back around and continuing back down the hall at a faster pace
>Even though you know Eve’s right, something burns inside you to find out more, you can’t just let something like this go unanswered
>You rush to catch up to Eve’s long legged pace
>”I know this is dangerous Eve but-“
>”It Doesn’t concern us. That’s my final answer and I am sure Dee will see it the same. We have enough to worry about without bringing the entire military of Seattle down on us. Unless you want to end up on one of those poles I recommend we keep as much distance between them and us. Understand Twigs?” Said Eve in a serious tone
>You almost blurt out a response but quickly realize that Eve has made her mind up, “sure….” You mumble defeated
>Eve nods back at you and quickens her pace to a fast jog, “Now come on, we gotta get back to Riley, hopefully that drunken otter hasn’t put any tubes in the wrong place”
>You try to keep up with Eve but the distance grows wider as she continues to pick up the pace, her mind reeling with everything the Otter could have screwed up in her short absence
>Before you know what hits you, a long, skeletal arm grabs you by the left shoulder and pulls you into the dark supply closest off the hall
>You try to yell out but your voice is muffled by a set of large boney fingers
>”Be quiet” you hear a dry voice whisper from the darkness
>Deliliah
>You soon hear the rapid thump of combat boots up the hallway followed by the tinny squeak of hospital beds
>You listen for a couple of minutes as the heavy footfalls of Graham follow close behind, causing the supplies around you to rattle and fall off their shelves
>Graham’s earthquake eventually trails off down the hall as a couple more bottles of cleaner drop down onto you
>You brush off the bottles and get up, reaching your hand out to the door
>Delilah grabs your hand as you feel her eyes pierce through the back of your skull
>Delilah reaches out and turns the handle slowly, looking out through the slice of light from the crack in the door
>She motions you to follow her as she swings the door wide open, the sterile fluorescent lights stinging your pupils
>Before you can even take in a lungful of the stale, cheap, carpet cleaner ranked air, Delilah sprints off down the hall after Graham
>You try to chase after the streaking shadow as quietly as you can, the fringes of her robe within an arm’s length of you
>*”Delilah, what the fuck are you doing? Your going to get us in trouble”
>Delilah silently flows down the hall after Graham’s convoy
>You follow Delilah, getting lost as all the twists and turns completely disintegrate any sense of direction you might have had
>You feel like you’re moving in towards the center of the hospital but are unsure
>You’re about to take another corner until Delilah abruptly stops, raising her right arm in front of you
>You slam your neck into her arm as you try to quickly brake your momentum
>You almost yell out but she cups your mouth, putting up a bony finger for silence with her other hand
>She looks around the next hall, the walls covered in a dark, never been cleaned, stained tile
>Delilah motions for you to look around the corner
>You cautiously peek your head around into the exceptionally large corridor
>You see the end of the hall leading into another, larger room, with two large stainless steel swinging doors, each door with a dirty oval glass window like a set of old cataract eyes
>In front the doors you see Graham giving orders to rows of soldiers wearing the same smoky black uniform
>Each soldier holds onto a bed with a half-conscious human laying in it
>Graham opens the door and ushers the soldiers in one by one
>Over the door is a black and white placard, which reads, “Medical Waste Incinerator”

>Before Graham’s soldiers manage to make their way back up the hall, Delilah sweeps you up in her bony arms and kicks off silently around the corner, back the way you came
>Pressed against the robed angel’s ribcage, you feel her heart beat through paper-thin skin, barely covering the sinewy muscle and bone underneath
>She flows organically down the hall, each twists and turn back to Riley’s room, professional calculated
>Delilah cleanly swoops into Riley’s room, placing you down on your feet before anyone notices your presence
>You see Dee sitting loyally by Riley’s side, her heart rate monitor beeping away steadily
*”She’s stabilized” you think with a sigh of relief
>”Oh there you two are, you both had me worried. Don’t you wonder off again without telling me where your going, I damn near had a heart attack” said Eve with Dee giving an agreeing nod
>Delilah gives a couple hand signals towards Dee and Eve that you assume means, “I promise” seeing their calmed reaction
“Yeah sure, I promise, I just kinda got carried away” you say with a smirk
>Eve raises an eyebrow at you before walking up and grabbing your right arm, “Ok, well then I hope you’re up for a night of minor operations, I need you to be my arms.”
“What? For how long?”
“For the whole night and maybe the next night after that, the hospitals low on staff so they’d rather we worked a shift or two to pay for Riley’s treatment” said Eve, “…and your going to have to be my arms Twigs”
“What if I slip? I don’t know any medical stuff”
>“Well, its either you or Tyler, so guess who I trust more to be my hands?” said Eve rhetorically pulling you towards the exit of the room
“Hey what about Dee?” you say panicking
>“She has to be here to watch over Riley and Delilah’s going to be off to find the twins; make sure they didn’t get themselves into another city destroying event” said Eve nodding her head towards Delilah
>Delilah stopped leaning against the doctor’s desk and stood straight up, understanding the urgency of the new assignment she had just been suggested
>Eve pulls you out into the hallway while Delilah darts past you and out towards the exit of the hospital
>”Come on Twigs, I need you, Riley needs you, just be my arms for a couple nights, It’ll be as easy as a A to B” said Eve with begging eyes
“As easy as A to B?” you say with your arms crossed and skeptical
“As easy as A to B”
>You relax your body and lower your arms, letting out a large sigh, “Ok….let’s do it”

>It was not as easy as “A to B”
>It was not as easy as “A to Z”
>It wasn’t any part of the fucking alphabet
>Your hands are shaking as you finish up the stitches on a chest surgery
>You still have zero fucking clue as to anything you just did
>You might as well have just been doing magic party tricks on an alien as far as your concerned
>With Eve’s ever watchful glare and barking orders making it worse
>You had to be pinpoint precise with every movement
>You are not a pinpoint precise person
>Most of the time is filled with Eve correcting and re-correcting every tiny movement
>All of this on all varying types of Sentients
>Each with a slightly different biology
>Holy fuck you’re confused
>None of this makes sense
>Yet you continue, pushing on, getting swabbed down and off to another surgery
>”Your doing just fine, just one more surgery, I promise” says Eve before inevitably being called in to do another
>All with bandaged hands
>Keeping up the charade that you aren’t human got particularly difficult sterilizing yourself between operations
>Difficult but not impossible, The hospital staff were willing to turn an eye to being one hundred percent sterile if it meant getting through the back log of patients quicker
>They allowed you to keep on your robe and hand bandages as long as you put on a rubber smock and gloves
>Between surgeries you’d simply rinse and bleach the gore off and continue on to the next
>The stress you were acquiring wrecked any sleep you fruitlessly tried to catch; you spent most nights awake, nursing a stale cigarillo next to the hospital bed they gave you to sleep on while reading the pamphlet Graham gave you
>”BEWARE THE SKINS!: Throw your chains off! Find sanctuary from the Flesh Reich in Seattle” read the title of the pamphlet in bold red letters
>Throughout the pamphlet were conspiracy theories about the human illuminati or “Flesh Reich” and how humans wanted to destroy Sentients as a last ditch effort to destabilize the fractured world
>Typical boogiemen around every corner and mental gymnastics on every page
>The style sounded extremely familiar to the propaganda you hear over the radio and television during the war
>You wouldn’t be surprised if the same writer was Graham’s right hand now
>Funny how things workout
>…
>It was almost good enough to convince you to go out and turn some “skins” in to the authorities
>You take a deep drag on the stale cigarillo
>You stare out the hospital room window as the air is filled with smoke from the incinerator, reeking of burnt fat and hair
>They gave you all a hospital room to sleep in at night, right next to a view of the incinerator’s smoke stack
> While you and Eve spent the day saving people’s lives for Riley’s stay, Dee and the twins were doing basic janitorial work to make some supplies on the side
>The days went by quickly, one surgery blurred into another, which blurred into another, which blurred into another
>All the while being surrounded by simultaneous surgeries going on at the same time in the hospital’s large communal surgery room
>The endless stream of new faces and patients, hiding your face from them while trying to finish complex surgery, rubbed every last one of your nerves raw
>You doing this for Riley, for Riley,…..for Riley
>You’re exhausted
>Still no sleep, you can’t sleep while the smell of human ash fills your nostrils every night
>You try to cover it up with the swisher ash, but all that does is tear open fresh wounds in your mind
>Angel……
>You smoke your last cigarillo, smashing it out on the desk next to you before heading off to your seventh day in a row of surgeries
>You look over to see Riley, sitting up in bed reading a book
>It was all worth, just to see the large lady up and at it again…wasn’t it?
>As you walk down to the surgery hall, you pass by a couple more of Graham’s soldiers pushing beds filled with humans to the incinerator
>You haven’t seen Graham at all since the first time you met, only a handful of his lackeys stayed behind to scientifically study and dispose of the remaining living humans

>Delilah grabbed you last night on her way out into the hall; seeing that you weren’t going to sleep anyway you came along
>You both stealthily made your way down to the eerily dark human hall, now surrounded by many rows of tape and warnings for the curious
“Dangerous Biological Contamination Ahead”
“No Trespassing by order of President Graham”
“No Civilians, Supervision by order or staff only”
>You two quickly slip under the threating tape and onward to the vaulted hall
>You both peer into the room
>It was now full of sentient scientists and about a handful of graham’s guards, you’d say by the look of it only one hundred human’s remained
>The scientists worked vigilantly as they moved from patient to patient monitoring any changes in vitals
>You hear the familiar whine as one of the humans’ vitals abruptly flat lines, almost instantaneous death
>All the scientists immediately crowd around the dead human, jotting down every little detail about the death before quickly summoning a guard over to take the body down to the incinerator
>The guard, without hesitation, grabs the rails to the bed and speeds towards you and Deliliah in the door way
>In a split moment Delilah carries you off and further down the hall to an even more secluded section of the abandoned, pitchblack, wing
>Only moonlight pours into hall from the surrounding cloudy, unwashed, windows the two of you all alone
>You stand face to face with the giant, sulking, black robe
>This might be the longest either of you have been with each other alone
>Neither of you saying a word to the other
>You hear a feeble sniffle emanate from the ghostly figure
>You stand awkwardly as the noise echoes off the hospital’s dead halls
>….
>You instinctually reach a hand out towards Deliliah’s robe, fingers questing where you guess a shoulder would be
>You feel the creatures’ protruding shoulder bones, like mummy’s flesh
>Delilah turns her hood towards you, the hood falling back onto her shoulders
>You see the emaciated skeleton of a young female hyena before you
>The skin, paper-thin and almost furless
>Face, gaunt to the point of death
>The eyes, clouded like watery milk, pouring tears
>”Holy shit….Delilah…are you” you say without thinking
>Delilah wraps her skeletal arms around your body, “Human…..I am sorry….I am…so….sorry…I …..I…..am so sorry…..”

>You snap back awake almost completely drifting off over a sentient horse’s leg wound
>Eve yells at you, “Twigs wake up! We still got four hours to go! Twigs!”
>You snap back again as the scalpel in your hand jerks over the palm of your left hand and forearm, slicing you open
>You drop the scalpel as you grasp your hand in pain, blood pouring from the deep wound
>You rush over to the sink, ripping the bandages off of your left arm as you thrust it into the communal wash sink
>You rush cool water and soap over the long wound, hoping none of the horses’ mess got into it
>The wound pours blood into the sink as you cry out for someone to get you some coagulant and stitches
>Nobody responds
>All you hear is silence
>You look up and around the room to see everyone staring at you, eyes wide
>You follow their gaze down to your arm
“Yeah I know it’s a big graze, now can one of you grab me-“
>”You’re a skin” says the head doctor
>You quickly try to hide the arm deep in your robe
>The crowd around you grows bigger as you try to shrink from their presence
>”Get Graham’s guards in here now! Possible contamination! Code Red!” yelled the head doctor as the hospital staff descends upon you
“I am not a human!”
“Get the fuck off me!”
“I am not a human!”
“You hear me!”
“Not a human!”