Species II: Monster Unleashed

Chapter 1

        
                                 Chloe was beginning to get sick and tired of this interroation room. The harsh lights, the weird smell of sanitizer.
           How often do they clean this room anyway? The chairs squeaked and the coffee they'd given her smelled horrible. She'd taken a
           small sip and then vowed to never drink it again. Either they had sanitized the coffee machine one too many times or they were
          were trying to poison her. Which one was true? She didn't know.
                   Tapping her foot she waited. Every once in a while she glanced at the mirror that she knew they were using to watch her. It
         made her so uncomfortable, like they were scrutinizing everything she did. How much longer? She stared at her sad coffee pondering
         what was to come. How many more blood tests? How many more interrogations? How many more days without her kids? She was so
         done. So done with all of this. She so badly wished to tell them "I'm done. Bring me my kids." and just leave with them. But where
         would she go? She didn't even know what state she was in. She wasn't allowed to leave the facility. She did get to sit outside in the sun
         for a little bit, with a chaperone of course. It was weird being in the sun. It was weird re-learning about allergies. Allergies suck. She
         remembered the sneezing and itchy eyes.

                         The door creaked open and Agent McCoy came strolling in. He looked sharp like he always did in a clean suit and shiny shoes.
                    "Chloe, you're looking well." he gave her a polite grin and greeted her as he took the seat across from her.
                    "Shall we begin?" he asked. It took all of her strength to not roll her eyes. Instead she let out a sigh and nodded.
                    "I know your tired of all this Chloe, but it is very important."
       She'd been told this so many times.
                     "When can I see my kids?"
       He didnt answer; didn't even acknowledge she'd spoken. She'd hoped for an answer, but wasn't surprised by his lack of response.
                      "How long were you on the Genesis ship?" he asked. He opened his file and clciked his pen, ready to take notes. As if this place
       isn't bugged. She rolled her eyes. She honeslty lost track of how many times she'd been asked this question.
                       "I don't know."
                       "Mhmm," he jotted it down in his little file. "And how can you not know?" her head snapped to attention. She'd never been asked
       that.
                        "What do mean how could I not know? I was drugged. I was somebodies experiment. According to some I was 'asleep' on the ship
       for a few years before I 'woke up', And I'm not even sure if that's honestly true. I don't even know when my birthday is. I. Don't. Know." her
       outrage was very much so expressed.
                         "Calm down." he said flattly with no emotion. He didn't even look at her. He just continued to write in his file. He was so infuriating
       but there was no point in blowing up on him.
                          "Patrick Costner," Agent McCoy placed Patrick's mugshot on the table in front of her. "was on the ship. Do you recall anyone else
       being on the ship?"
                          "Yes, there were a lot of people, but it's not like I knew that many of them. And some of them died."
                          "Can you name anyone?"
                          "Drew." she answered. Agent McCoy swallowed sharply, again not looking at her.
                        "Ms. Costner, I don't know how many times we have to have this conversation. There is no Drew Costner. There never was."
                        "Yes, there was. I don't know where he is or what happened to him. But there was a Drew Costner and he 'ruled' the Genesis ship.
       He kidnapped me and impregnated me."
                         "No, he does not!" his voice rose and he slammed his fist down on the table. His eyes blazed as the bore into hers silently daring her
       to test him. She wasn't sure why, but something told her that they'd had this conversation before. Her eyes darted to the coffee and remembered
       the horrible taste.
                           "Then why did you call me Ms. Costner?" she whispered turning her eyes back to him.
        Agent McCoy straightened himself and fixed his tie.
                            "It's you're name." he said barely audible. She wasn't even sure she'd heard him correctly.
                           "We should take a break. We will continue with our discussion after lunch." he closed his file. She noticed his urge to get out of the
       room as quickly as he could.
                            "I want to see my sons."
                            "I'll see what I can do about getting you a visit with your son." again he didn't look at her.
                            "Sons." she corrected.
                            Agent McCoy stopped his flighty fidgeting long enough to look at her sternly.
                            "Son. Ms. Costner, you do not share any DNA with Specie 324. He is not your concern."
                            "His name is Kyle."
                             He stared at her plainly, no doubt thinking her stupid. Without a word he got up and left.

                            Chloe dropped her head in her hands. She was exhausted and frustrated. She heard the door a moment later.
                   "Ms. Costner?" It was Scott, her "chaperone".
                   "I wish to go to my room. I just want to lay down and fall asleep." she mumbled.
                   "You haven't eaten today. Maybe we should have donuts and some coffee." he encouraged cheerfully. Chloe's eyes darted yet again to the
        coffee. She didn't trust that coffee. After a moment of her not yeilding to his suggestion, Scott cleared his throat.
                    "Come on, Chloe, be a good girl." his voice was deeper. His words sent chills up her spine. Be a Good Girl.