Cassandra : Chapter 2 - the rest of it at least

Remedies (continued)
Some time had passed since the incident in the alley and I had followed the man and the woman, who were carrying Cassandra clumsily between them, to a row of private storage units. The woman unlocked one and the man dragged Cassandra inside. With a resounding crash, the corrugated metal door swung shut, obscuring my view of the inside of the building. I crept to a closer distance and pressed my ear against the cold iron wall. Although I could hear the distinct sound of human voices, I couldn't make out the words from the rumbling echo of the metal. The only holes in the metal were where the walls met, I found one at eye level and looked through. It was like watching television, only terrifyingly real.
The storage unit was filled with wierd chemicals in beakers and test tubes, feathers, furs and strange creatures in jars and display cases. I could see the woman's lips moving as she approached the table of chemicals. She picked one beaker up and shook it from side to side, the contents sloshing gently around inside. Cassandra was in the corner of the room and, as I watched, brought her hand up to her face. She was waking up. A frission of fear and undeniable guilt ran up my spine.
The woman put down the beaker and picked up a worn out old book. After flicking through to a page marked by the frightfully normal sight of a yellow sticky note she placed the open book back onto the table and began to chop a strange plant into small pieces. The knife blade sliced through the purple petals of the flower, glinting hideously. The flowers themselves were omnimous - like small hooded figures lurking in the shaddows. In the corner, Cassandra frowned and her nose twitched, as if there was a bad smell in the air. The more the oblivious woman chopped at the plant, the more aggitated Cassandra became. Befor long she was scowling and pulling at her hair in distress.
Then the woman poured the contents of the beaker into a bowl and threw in the diced remains of the bizzare flowers. I could just about hear a very quiet fizzing noise as the woman turned around, pointed at Cassandra and said something in a tinny voice. The man pulled the drowsy Cassandra up from the ground and dragged her, almost guiltily, it seemed, towards the table of potions and concoctions that would have been more at home in a witches lair. The woman was speaking again so, in an effort to understand the rumbling, I pressed my ear to the hole. It was clear to me that the woman had just finished talking as I heard Cassandra apparantly reply, in an agressive voice totally out of character, "You do realise that you're compleately insane, don't you?!"
"Actually, I don't. Would you care to elaborate on that?" said the woman, carefully.
"Well first of all, I don't have a disease so how can you possibly provide me with a cure?" explained Cassandra in a more regular tone than before.
"Oh!" The woman exclaimed, "I see now! You're acting dumb! You know exactly why you're here! And we're here to help you!"
Looking through the hole I saw that she once again turned to the table and picked up the bowl in which the mysterious mixture lay. Stirring it casually with a pipete, she turned back to my friend.
Yet again, Cassandra appeared to be acting strangely. She had definitly smelled something bad. Curious, I put my nose through the hole somewhat awkwardly and took a deep breath to see what it was for myself. The mystery odour evaded me still. I once again put my ear to the hole.
Cassandra appeared to have had a change in atitude, now she was pleading with the woman. Begging her to destroy the strange potion.
Suddenly I heard a selection of loud noises; a short yelp from the woman, a gruff shout from the man and a crashing, crunching, tearing metallic noise. The storage unit shook. I turned towards the door just in time to see the oddly human shape of a wolf bounding into the distance. Thoroughly confused, I again looked through the hole in the war and saw the unconscious faces of Cassandra's captors as they lay crumpled on the floor. Strangley I had no desire to check either of their pulses.
That was the day I put two and two together. The reason my friend had been acting so strangely was far more sinister, and utterly ridiculous, than I had imagined: Cassandra was a werewolf...