The first book in the Morph series.
Ryn's story.
- "Don't you know I can't die!?" -
After being confined for years, Ryn has an opportunity to escape her prison. She's not looking only to free herself but also the rest of the test subjects. As secret...
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I glared distastefully at Morrel as the video continued to play. The footage we are watching now was of the event that led to my transformation—the start of it all. I cleared my throat uncomfortably as I watched the two men in the video have their way with me. The video cut abruptly, then quickly started anew, showing the early side effects of the H-Z virus. The skin shedding, the bones breaking, everything.
Watching the Council watch me was demeaning. I felt like they weren't even sure what they were watching to begin with. I felt bile rise in my throat, but I choked it down, trying to enter a place of neutrality. The girl who had endured that was gone. There was no reason to mourn for her all over again.
"Did they survive?" One council member asked, and I grimaced. Technically no, but yes?
"I eh...yeah they did." I say, and everyone's eyes snap to me in question, urging me to continue. I had to stop my eyes from rolling in horror as I explained.
"The video you saw was the beginning of my transformation. Only after I died was I able to adapt to the H-Z virus." I muttered quietly. I could feel their eyes bore into me. Yet, I refused to look away from the still-activated hologram.
"The videos we are watching now are of you?" Another council member asks. I nodded, refusing to look at any of them.
"It all started with me, so I felt that the video data should reflect that. Every piece of data down to the exact date and time is stored on this drive. This drive only contains the data of myself and the other human females." I state as casually as possible. I tried to ignore Ezics stare. He had been sitting next to me the entire duration of the meeting.
"There are more of these drives?" Morrel asked, either in disbelief or disgust. I couldn't tell.
"There are hundreds. The data on the drive we are watching now is the data that was collected on the successful experements" I could see some of the council members reel back in horror at this revelation.
"This is barbaric. How much time transpired from the moment they subjected you to this treatment to the moment of your escape?" The giant-horned Zorr asked.
"Roughly seven or so years."
"--And you endured this during all that time?" Morrel asks, and I shake my head.
"The transformation was pretty quick for me. I can't be certain why that is. I think it only took a few years to go from that–" I motion toward the human me currently writhing on a medical table, "to this." I motion to myself now. The room began to get restless.
"How...? How did you not go insane?" Morrel asks, looking at me oddly. He was beginning to understand all the information I was providing to them. I couldn't find this situation anything but utterly annoying. I didn't need pity; I needed justice.
"Who said I didn't." I say cynically while rubbing my temples roughly. I just wanted to get this meeting over with. We still had to get through the data on the girl's transformations. I wasn't sure I could handle much more of their poking and prodding or the looks on the council members' faces as they processed the information.
