Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)

Chapter Twenty Nine

After wrapping sterile gaze around each wrist firmly, I walk up to the scientist's body, reach for his left palm, and rest it against the scanner. I pull out the scalpel sticking through the flesh on his neck, and retrieve the lab coat he has on, just as the doors are sliding open. One guard is stood some meters away from the chambers, facing his front, completely oblivious to my presence.

So, as he turns to face my direction, I lung for him, knocking him off his feet, plunging the blade into is bobbing Adam's apple. Blood leaks profusely, as I drive the scalpel deeper, and once his body falls limp, I push myself off of him, taking both the bloody blade, and the ray gun tossed to the side. I jog down hallways, till I make it up to the elevator doors leading to the floors up.

I press my back against the walls beside the lift in anticipation, readying myself to fire. Doors slide open, and out, walk four more guards, chatting animatedly and laughing in jolly. I harshly slam the muzzle into the first guard's face, spin, and drive the scalpel into the second's pupil. Sharp pain rips through my skull, as the butt of a gun strikes.

My knees touch the grounds in weakness, and my hairs are yanked on from behind me. Oh, but if they think I am here to play games, they have it all mixed up. I turn my upper body in quick movements, press the muzzle against the man's crotch, and fire. Now, it's just me, and the only standing member, who's gun is pointed in my direction; a female this time round.

"Let's do this with a little dignity. Female to female, combat," she begins in confidence, tossing her gun to the side.
She is incapable of executing me, so she chooses arm fight instead? Fine by me. I kick my gun to the floors, and gladly position my body in an attack position. She is quite fast in her motions, moving with practiced agility as well as speed.

Connecting her fist with my cheekbone, my neck snaps at the vengeful impact, and I end up spitting crimson. She moves once more, throwing yet another punch, but this time, I grab her fist, twist her arm until she's knelt, then, the sole of my foot comes slamming into the joint connecting her upper and lower arm, effectively snapping the limb.

Before her screams can alert her fellows, I reach for her neck and twist, letting her body thud into the tiled grounds. I collect three guns, strapping them securely around my chest, then proceed to run into the elevators. I need to get to my mother, I need to witness with my own two eyes, that she is still breathing.

I reach for my unruly hair strands, tying them into a bun, before lifting eyes to the ceiling. That is when I spot the surveillance camera glaring down at me, so I point the gun towards it, and make one clean shot, rendering the device useless.

If grace is surely on my side, if the heavens are in this battle with me, then Siobhan should not be aware of the massacre I've brought upon her puppets. I find myself making the sign of the cross, praying and hoping for the best, but still, awaiting the worst. Doors open, and immediately, I lift my guns and shoot, not once, but multiple times, till the ambushed soldiers beneath their regalia, fall to the floors.

I step out of the confinement, undress one of the soldiers, leaving them in the flesh, then make my way back in, pressing keys. Once more, the doors slide shut, with my heart thrumming in my ears. I have to get us all out of here. I gear up, masking and covering my entire body from the hairs on my scalp, to the heels of my feet.

Finally, I slip past the barriers, and tread lightly into the intended floor. Soldiers, guards of higher rankings, all have their guns aimed in my direction, ready to wipe me out of existence.
"Where is subject 3033!" One of them, taller than tall, bellows, and for a moment, I consider sprinting back from where I came.

"Took care of her. She has been sedated, and sent to her private chambers, sir," I respond, employing an American accent, in a baritone voice, while saluting and standing at attention.
He stands statue-still, looking me up and down, until his muscles relax.
"Hold your fire!"
And with his command, guards fall back, each one returning to their work stations.

In one of the chambers down these halls, is kept my mother. The piercing screams of agony and hurt, torment and turmoil come flooding my entire system, infiltrate my ears, and I shudder.

Oh, the vivid memories, the tortures they'd made me endure in this very floor.

I master every ounce of courage left within me, and move down dim hallways, peering through glass walls, but not really recognizing most of the persons sat on the beds in each room. Then finally, I come up to the very last door, one guarded by a trio, and I take a glimpse, see her.

My heavens, what have they done to you mama, what have they turned you into?

My eyes well, my heart swells, and the anger burns through my veins. I'll make sure they pay with their own lives! I compose myself whilst walking up to the guards, taking long breathes and exhaling sharply.
"Orders from Miss. Siobhan. She requests the presence of the captive, in subject 3033's chambers," firmly, I explain.

They simply nod, and move to the side, pressing keys, until the doors glide open. I nod and make my way into the room, without anymore words. There she is, staring at the empty walls, with legs folded and brought to her chest, arms slithered around them, and body rocking back and forth. They have stripped her of joy, brought grief upon her, stripped her of her angelic beauty, brought wrinkles onto her once velvet skin, shaved her head completely, and left her famished, to die of starvation.

I want to, need to embrace her, but I cannot act irrationally before the scrutinizing eyes of those in this place. So, with all my might, battling against the urge to wrap arms around her in solace, I scoop her instead, and match out of the room.
"What are you doing! Let her walk or die trying!" One of the men booms, blocking my road.
"I can carry her, so get out of my way. I'd hate to keep the madam waiting."

He hesitates, wheels turning and storm brewing inside his mind, till he finally obliges and steps aside. Once in the lift, I set my mother down, kneel before her, reach for the helmet masking my face, and take it off, gazing down at her. I can clearly see the frustration, the confusion, the exasperation painted on her face at my sight. Tentatively, her arms lift, and her pain-filled cries fill my head.

"They said...they said you were mutated by that virus, Lullah. They told me...she said. My darling, I missed you, almost died without seeing you," she strains to voice, clinging to my knelt figure with all her might.
"Mama, forgive me, forgive me, please. I put you through so much. They told me you were dead, that they'd executed you because of my transgressions."

The tears, hot and scorching, come spilling down my cheeks. She pulls away, cups my face, her eyes burrowing into mine. Suddenly, she draws away completely, then begins to cough out, clutching her chest, and leaning into the grounds. Thick, red-brown spits onto the floors, and as her eyes move to meet mine, I see the liquid cascading from her eyes.

No, no, she couldn't...they did this!

"Mama, ma, what can I do to help you out of your misery?" I coo, patting and rubbing her back amidst the tears.
"My death is inevitable, Lullah..."
"No! No, I got you, mama."
She cannot say that, cannot leave me when I just got to her! I will lose touch with sanity! I press my head to her chest, snaking arms around her waist, silently pleading.

"Tallu..."
Her breathes, they grow more prominent, and her arms around me, frail, feeble, fall limp on her left and right sides. I jerk away from her body, crazed and blinded with tears, staring at her with bulging eyes, as she draws in a deep breath.
"Mama, Lullah, I love you."
"You cannot leave me, ma. You'll be a grandmother, they said I am with child," I beg in frustration, palming my stomach.

Her eyes trail down my body, sitting on my belly, and the very last smile she makes, coupled with the very last tear that streams down her face, drives me to my breaking point.
"I love you, mama. Mama, please, you cannot do this to me. You cannot do this to me. I just got to you. Mama..."
I repeatedly coo, resting her face onto my shoulder, cupping the back of her head, and hugging her with everything I have....

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