Deleted Scene: Kavick Detained

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As you guys read, I think you’ll quickly figure out where this scene takes place. This scene explains what happened to Kavick while he was in the Factory.

Warning: spelling and formatting errors are many.

Copyright © 2011 Elissa Len Lewallen

Light burned through my eyelids. It was so hard to open my eyes, though. My eyelids were so heavy…

So was the rest of my body. I couldn’t move. My body felt like it weighed a ton.

I worked harder and seconds ticked by as I finally managed to open my eyes to mere slits. I peeked out and was blinded by a bright light. I quickly clamped my eyes shut. I groaned from the pain…

I groaned again. The pain was intense and all over my body.

“The subject’s waking up.”

“The sedative’s wearing off.”

I felt my ears twitch at that. Subject? I must be dreaming…

My eyes fluttered open and I forced myself to look through the light. I saw the source of it as my vision cleared and my eyes became stronger. It was a lamp over my face. I looked around, suddenly realizing there was more than just a bright light. Where was I…?

“AAAAAHH!!”

            “Hurry! Strap him down!”

There were machines hooked up to me, needles poking into my arms, forcing some kind of fluids into my body, there were people dressed in white suits, like there was some kind of bio-hazardous chemical in the air they didn’t want to be exposed to.

I was terrified. What had happened to me? What were they doing to me? Where the hell was I?

I suddenly realized I was the one screaming. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and I couldn’t stop. I thrashed on the cold table, trying to break away. I was already strapped to an operating table, so why were they panicking about strapping me down?

I couldn’t fight back the people that were trying to shove me down onto the table. Even my ankles were strapped down. I just kept screaming and trying to wiggle out of their grasp. I tried head butting them, since it was the only thing I could do, but they had those big masks over their heads.

“LET GO OF ME!”

Suddenly someone walked over to me and shoved something over my face. I jerked my head around, trying to keep them from me, but it didn’t work. They fiddled with the straps of the thing until it was tight around my head. I looked down at it over my nose and mouth and realized they had actually just put a muzzle on me.

There were so many people crowded around me, pushing me down, it was no use to fight back, but I was going to do everything I could. I suddenly knew what they meant by “strapping” me down, because they put more straps on me. The put two over my torso, over my elbows, shoulders, my legs…I was totally immobile and useless. I couldn’t move any part of my body.

I felt another needle poke into my arm and soon my eyes felt heavy again. I tried to keep them open, but soon I couldn’t anymore.

 

I woke up from the cold. I was shivering. I opened my eyes easier this time. There wasn’t a blinding light in my face, like before. It was dark and dim. I jumped up and looked around the tiny room. It wasn’t a room. It was a cell. I least I wasn’t strapped down anymore…

I suddenly remembered the muzzle and clawed at my face to take it off; but it wasn’t there anymore.

I looked up at the low, concrete ceiling. I could easily touch it. I fought back the urge to duck down from it. It would have been claustrophobic if it weren’t for the caged door that allowed me to look out across the room to see a wall lined with more cells, and even pins that were housing dogs and wolves…

I felt my eyes widen as I suddenly realized where I was. I was in the factory. I had been kidnapped by the hunter. I held my head as I tried to remember how it happened. I couldn’t. I couldn’t remember anything except arguing with Tark about Christine. I had been walking through snow…so much snow, and it was so dark…

I held my shivering body again. I looked down at the white scrubs I was wearing. They were wrinkled. I began to wonder how long I had been here. I took note of the camera in the corner of my cell and looked over at the tiny sink and toilet beneath it. They planned to have me here a long time.

I suddenly got an insane idea…or maybe it was perfectly sane. If I couldn’t get out, I could drown myself in the sink. Maybe it could hold just enough water to cover my face…

I shook my head, telling myself I wasn’t going to give up.

I grabbed the cold bars and stared at the other people and dogs asleep in their cells.

I was getting out.

But, why were they holding me here? The hunters killed my kind…why spare me?

And were the others here like me?

Everyone was asleep except me. Well, the prisoners were asleep; I’m sure there were people watching my every move via the camera in the top corner of my cell. I had to find out if the others stuck in here were like me or not. I whistled, making a few of the animals wake up, the others just stirred in their sleep. Some didn’t even seem phased. They were probably drugged like I had been. One of the dogs, a black Lab, and a couple of the wolves looked at me. I wasn’t an unusual sight to them. They did nothing except watch me from behind their tiny, barred doors, looking as helpless as I was feeling. I could see the defeat in the animals’ eyes. Their spirits had been broken; they were used to living in those little cages; they had no hope.

I stepped away from the bars and looked down at the floor. My feet were bare and cold. I could already feel the courage to break free starting to leave my body as I began to fear if I would become just like them.

I started thinking about Tark. When I had talked to him last we had fought. I couldn’t believe “Leave me alone” were the last words I had said to him…

I held my head, drowning in grief. I was the only family Tark had left. He always was strong, but his biggest strength is being able to hide his feelings. I know how hard it was when it was just Tupit, him and I. The first time we went to school after our other brothers’ death, he had looked both of us sternly in the eye and said, “Now on, we stick together.”

And we did. The three of us spent all of our free time together and began relying on each other. We all had needed that after what happened.

And then after Tupit was killed…

I rubbed my face hard, wishing I could have saved him.

Tark just shut me out after Tupit died. He was unusually silent and his temper flared more often. I know he blamed himself, even though it wasn’t his fault.

Suddenly I saw Christine’s face in my mind. I remembered her laugh and wanted to laugh, too. I wanted to smile, or maybe I wanted to cry because I could never see her or my brother again and I was going to be a guinea pig for God knows what for the rest of my life. I didn’t know how to feel. I struggled to hold on to myself, the free spirited Kavick that would never let anything restrain him, rules or people.

“…Hey…”

I looked up from my hands at the distant voice. One of the people in the cells got up from his tiny bed and rubbed his hair. His was to me. It took me a second to realize the voice was coming from someone out of my sight, and the person standing up in his cell had been awakened by the voice.

“…Looks like they got another one. What’s your name?”

I planted my face to the bars, straining my eyes to move far enough over in their sockets to see the master of the voice, but I couldn’t. The room was too vast, and his cell must have been on the same wall as mine.

I thought for a moment how I should answer. “…Kavick Skarling.”

“…Still usin’ Inuit names, huh? Not too many do that anymore, and for good reason. Inuit are the first ones they check out.”

“Yeah, well, Kevin’s on my birth certificate.”

“Smart, but proud, eh?”

“Very proud.”

“I was, too…” the man’s voice trailed off and I could hear that defeat I saw in the eyes of the animals. “Well, listen; we can’t keep talkin’ like this or they’ll separate us. We have to keep our conversations short and far apart.”

“One question,” I interjected as fast as I can since I knew we needed to end our conversation since the cameras were watching us. It wouldn’t be long until they figured out I was talking to someone. “How long have you been here?”

There was a pause. At first I thought he wasn’t going to answer, but then he said, “Long enough to have no idea. You lose all sense of night and day here since there’s no windows.”

I thought that was a strange answer. In the summer the sun never went down, and in the winter the sun never came up. Why would that make any difference? Then it dawned on me; he wasn’t from Alaska. That would explain the bit of accent I heard. “You’re from Canada, near the Lower Forty-eight?”

“Yeah,” he said sounding surprised. “You psychic or somethin’?”

Actually, the the more I heard him talk, the more he sounded like a New Yorker.

I dodged the question since we were short on time. “So, you’ve been here long enough to be familiar with the place.”

He chuckled and said bitterly, “I only see what they let me see, which is this room and their little testing room where they muzzle me and take and me for a walk on their treadmill. Good luck tryin’ to get out. As soon as you try, they’ll poke you with a needle and then its lights out…that is, if they let you live.”

 

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Kavick

The Secret Lives of Characters:

Kavick

 

I feel like I have to start with Kavick because he was how I created the story. I kid you not. It actually started with him, not Christine. After all, he is just as much the title’s sake as the Alaskan terrain is. Christine came after him, and it was through her the story was told, because Kavick is too secretive. It was too hard to get into his head most of the time, so I had to tell it through another person…and who better than her?

Telling how I created Kavick goes into telling how I got the idea for Ice. For those who haven’t heard it from me, you may find it surprising. I know I did at the time.

Ice was an idea that came completely out of the blue. I wrote it on a total whim, which I’ve discovered some of my favorite stories are created that way. No matter how outrageous or stupid an idea seems, WRITE IT DOWN, and never tell yourself that you are not good enough to write them. Trust me, because I almost didn’t write Ice, and I am happy I did. Most of all, don’t worry about people’s opinions when you write them.

So, as I used to often do when I was unemployed, I had trouble sleeping at night, because I would sleep in. However, this particular night I was beginning to think I would never go to asleep, so I turned on some music and started a game of Mahjong. I wanted to write, but my mind was blank. I felt like I had a permanent writer’s block on everything, and I couldn’t form any ideas. I hoped it would give my brain a work out. I love Tokio Hotel, and their Humanoid album wasn’t very old then (it was mid to late August, 2010), so I was listening to my favorite song off the album, “Dogs Unleashed”.

Are you starting to see how things came together? It had absolutely nothing to do with Twilight, despite some opinions.

After listening to it a million and one times, I browsed around YouTube for their German music and discovered someone had posted a video that played the German version in one speaker (in my case, ear bud) and English in the other. They had a picture of the lead singer in the video. I stared at the image for maybe the whole song, wondering who he reminded me of. He had long black and white dreadlocks at the time. And then finally, it hit me: he didn’t remind me of someone, he reminded me of something! A Husky!

I laughed out loud at this realization. And then I suddenly saw an image in my mind’s eye (this is how 90% of my ideas come to me), of a young man who looked similar to him. He was different. He was trapped in this large cage or something like that. There were bars. There weren’t any windows. There were security cameras watching him. He then ran out of the building; it was night and there was ankle-deep snow. There appeared to be nothing but snow for miles. This boy, man, whatever you want to call him, had black fur over his shoulders, like a cape or a wrap of some sort. And there were wolves and Huskies running with him. At some point he stopped, like a jump forward in time, and he was sitting down, petting them.

I was momentarily stunned by what I had seen. I kept playing it over in my head, thinking it was so cool and that it would make such a great story. I instantly knew that this boy could turn into a wolf, or a Husky, or a he was a hybrid of the two. I immediately told myself I was not a good enough writer to create it, though, and would just have to find a novel like that. I thought, “Surely somebody has already written something exactly like this.”

I made myself forget about it. But it kept coming back. Each day I thought about it. (This is usually when I decide to write a story.) But I didn’t believe I could write it.

A week or two later, late at night playing Mahjong and listening to that song again, I decided to entertain the idea of writing it. Instantly, I got more ideas once I allowed myself to pursue it. I thought, “What if a girl discovers his secret? And that place? And now her life is in danger and she has to keep his secret?” I was bombarded with ideas that played out in my head, and I was so excited about it. And I hadn’t been excited about anything for a while. I wasn’t in a very happy place at the time. But when I saw Christine, then a nameless girl, gasping in shock, running with him out of the building through the dim, concrete halls from the room with the cage and out into the night with the wolves and dogs, I knew I had to write it. It was too enjoyable for me to pass up. I thought, “Hmmm…that would make a good book.” And with that it was final: I was writing it.

 

Kavick is a misfit by nature, and somewhat in appearance. There’s his hair, of course. It’s the first indicator that he’s different. For the warmer part of the year I saw him in a white undershirt and faded blue jeans that sometimes had holes in the knees. I saw him skateboarding alone. I saw him being alone a lot, or being distant when he was with others. He has trouble opening up sometimes, depending on how deeply he is bothered by something. He doesn’t like to talk much about emotional pain or struggle, because he was originally a pretty positive person, despite a less than easy life growing up. But then, Kavick is also a very emotional person. When he is in good spirits he is very happy, smiles a lot, and talks a lot. He becomes very out-going, too. He seems almost bubbly even at times (which is my favorite characteristic about him).

Kavick was very close to his large family before many of them died. He was the fourth of 5 brothers, all the same age (I figured multiple births would be common in the Wolf-People because a part of them are wolf). They shared rooms, and were in the same grade, so they were rarely ever apart. With loving parents that valued family, it makes sense Kavick would. I didn’t think of this though until I was in the process of writing the scene where he meets Christine for the first time as a human and his explaining his situation to her.

I quickly knew I wanted the story in Alaska because there aren’t a lot of English speaking countries that have the kind of scenery I envisioned. Plus, I liked keeping it in America so I that I wouldn’t have to do as much research, lol! And that was when I got the idea he had Eskimo ancestors, but they had to be distant, because he had white skin. However, I had this idea at the same time that his skin color was really from being a Husky, not due to his white ancestors. Over time, I have decided that is the reason, especially after crafting the first Skarling’s background and how the different Eskimo tribes consider the Wolf-People so different from themselves. Although, when I wrote the first book, there never seemed to be an opportunity time to explain it, and Kavick knew so little about what he was. I wasn’t even sure if it was worth explaining in the story.

Which brings me to Eskimos, the Wolf-People lore, and how I came up with Kavick’s name.

I chose to use the term Eskimo in the book and in this post because I am solely referring to the native tribes that inhabit Alaska, since in my research I read multiple times they sometimes refer to themselves as Eskimo and are not offended by the term. If I were speaking of the native tribes that inhabit other countries, I would not be using the term since I read it offends them. So, no need to get mad at me because I mean no disrespect.

As you probably know already, the Wolf-People legend is not an actual legend. I created it. Out of curiosity, I tried to find an actual legend like it, but the closest thing I came to were stories about shamans and the “Adlet” which were still too different than what I had in mind.

Kavick’s name comes from a river and an actual place in Alaska. When I originally found the name, it was spelled like how I have spelled it here and in the book. The definition was “wolf,” but the website did not tell which tribe the word was from, or even how it was supposed to be pronounced. I later discovered the river, and the place, but it was spelled differently. And then I discovered an old movie with the same name. Having an immense attachment to the name by this point, I decided that Kavick’s parents were not fluent in any Eskimo languages, but were desperate to hold onto their heritage they cherished. So they added the “C,” because they liked it better that way, just like I do. ;)

 

Phew…! I think that covers everything. If I realize I have left something out, I will edit this post and mention the change in the next addition to the Secret Lives of Characters series so you guys will know.

For those of you who might have had questions about the character, I hope this has answered some of those questions for you.

 

See you soon!

EL

 

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