Seeking Salvation

To Embrace Thy Nature

The White Woman stood there, in this glass box, warily watching this other figure with white hair and peachy skin. "You're... real?" They questioned her and this male moved closer but she moved backward, "Look at you... you're so different... but you feel so close." Alphonse Protocol whispered and the White Woman looked around the outside of the glass walls. The white-coat-wearers were everywhere. Watching. Waiting. Were they to fight? What the fuck was going on? They were- writing things down on clipboards, some held cameras, others held tablets and the White Woman was unnerved. Never had she been watched so meticulously and closely as she was now but she looked back to the white-haired male- "Can I touch you?" He asked timidly as he walked closer to her and extended his hand, fingertips moving towards her and she backed away then hopped over the bed and into the side of the room on the other side. "How can you be so feral when they spent years socializing you? With the Base Donor?" This male asked her and she didn't understand a thing he was going on about even if she understood the language. She looked to the groups behind her- and saw Talon, sitting down and watching. She slammed herself against the glass in his direction,

"You fought unfairly, Talon." The White Woman growled in his native tongue and Talon rose to his feet, "I was unarmed." Talon stared at her, unarmored and unarmed now as well and she slammed a hand against the glass that made him flinch by the sheer anger behind the motion, "You are honorless." Talon moved the humans from his path and came right up to the glass and slammed a fist upon it to perhaps quiet her- but she slammed against it again and once more he twitched in response, "You attacked an unarmed female."

"You had Serpent arms." Talon retorted and put his hand on the glass, "Now? You are confined."

"These humans will not do what you think. They will not kill me." The White Woman replied and Talon pulled his hand away, "They will not maim me."

"...You lie." Talon growled and retracted his hand, "They will."

"This thing behind me? They will force me to breed it." The White Woman replied and looked back to check the distance between herself and Alphonse Protocol- who had drawn closer but with still a foot or two away though he halted when she looked at him, "He might fight me and force me as well.." Talon turned his gaze to the white-haired male behind her, "You owe me a battle. Let it be before this." Talon looked back at the White Woman who stared into the depths of his dark eyes, "Give me an honorable death; redeem yourself." With that, the yautja turned away from her and walked off and she turned back to face the other White-haired male,

"...You can talk to that thing?" Alphonse asked and she nodded slightly, "That wasn't in the notes." It wasn't just a comment, he was fascinated and she made sure to stay away from him, "Why do you keep moving from me? We are to be a mated pair."

"... 'mated pair'?" She asked nervously, "I don't understand... "

"You are the final result of years worth of research and endless experiments. You are the perfect hybrid." Alphonse Protocol said slowly and put a hand to his chest, "I am the final result of more experiments. I was created for you so that together we could make a pure, superior hybrid." He said as he gradually approached her, "Our child will be the embodiment of science and evolution... gene-splicing at it's finest." She backed up away from him until her back hit the glass wall behind her, "You went missing for so long... now that you're here, we can begin."

Don't listen to him. He whispers the voice of the Liars. A sundry of female voices mixed messily together into one voice, spoken in her mind. He means harm. Jealous. Hate. The White Woman groaned and gripped her head, falling to her knees and letting out a yell of pain, He wants the hive! He wants it because we abandoned him! There are only Queens here! ONLY QUEENS. THERE CAN BE NO KING. ONLY QUEENS! The voice was fervent and painful, screaming its emotions across her mind. There was fear. There was a fright. There was panic. There was a mania. The Voice was scared and the White Woman yelled out for there to be silence. Several of the humans came into the glass box and grabbed Alphonse Protocol, hauling him away against his will as she saw him struggling and fighting against them, as the White Woman let out another yell of pain and curled over her knees, beginning to rock back and forth so that the motion would relieve the bite of the pain. It didn't.