Inner Predator: Unleashed

Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

 

Dozens, it must be close to a hundred, of weird pod-like things that look like something from a horror movie cover the room. Each one is made of a silver, rubbery looking material that is just transparent enough to see the small forms of unborn Supernaturals floating inside. They're all pulsing in-sync with one another. In and out. In and out. Assumedly there's a purpose behind the movement. Keeping the fetuses alive probably. But that doesn't lessen the creepy nature of the in-sync pulsating. Not all of them are moving though. Not all of them are full. A couple of the pods are deflated, no longer carrying anything inside, hanging limply in place.

"There's so many," I whisper.

I know I'm stating the obvious, but I can't get over how many of them there are. The sheer numbers only confirms the theory that they were harvesting from us to create their own babies. When I think about what they took from me... what it could be being used for... Vomit burns at the back of my throat, but I swallow it down, refusing to lose control. Jerking my hand away from Chase's, I wipe my sweaty palms on the denim of my jeans before shaking out the nausea and disgust.

"You brought the camera?"

His skin is pale, flushed and his jaw popped open with a blank expression on his face. When he registers that I've spoken, his mouth snaps loudly shut and he slowly nods his head. Still staring, his full attention on the feakshow of a room we've entered, his fingers fidget around his pockets until finding the opening and finally slipping in. Chase pulls out his smartphone and hands it to me without looking my way.

My free hand finds it's way to his and I lace my fingers through his again, squeezing hard enough to get his attention. A jolt runs through him. A deep exhale leaves his lips. Finally his silver eyes meet mine.

"Chase? Are you with me?"

"Yeah, of course," he answers absently, his attention still on the room before us. "I thought, maybe five... ten at the most."

I don't say anything else because I don't need to. He knows I'm as surprised by this as he is. We weren't prepared for anything on this level. The way Carson made it sound... most of them die. We thought it wouldn't be but a handful. It seems though that because most of these infants won't live long enough to see outside of their little silver bubble, they decided to create as many as they possibly could.

"I can do this, if you can keep her under control. Don't lose your hold on her."

Chase nods in agreement. I push away the need to make certain he's ok. Of course he's not ok. I'm not ok either. But he isn't handling this well. He's handling this in a way that I think maybe he is the one that's going to lose all sense of rationality and kill everyone he sees. Based on the way that he is currently eyeing the woman who led us into the room, I'd say he's considering his options at the moment.

As he paces closer to the doctor, or whatever she is, I trust that he'll remember the lives at stake and not kill her. I hold up the phone and quickly snap a picture of the room. Turning it video mode, I hold it up and take a long a video of the room, sure to show just how many pods there are. I force myself to quietly narrate everything I'm seeing, beginning with who I am and why I'm here. Hopefully to give the video some credibility. Stepping up closer to one of the faux-wombs, I hold the phone up in awe as I watch the small creature inside wiggling about. Slowly, unable to stop myself, I bring my hand up to the soft, rubbery material and touch the pod. When I do a small vibration rifts through the pod and the little supernatural inside kicks out a foot, hitting my hand.

"They're really alive," I whisper in awe as my hand is once again kicked by the tiny foot. It feels so strong though, for being so small. Quickly pulling my hand away, I blink back tears. Inadvertently my hand lands on my flat stomach and my mind begins to wonder over a million things that could have been. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I put all of those thoughts in a box and lock them away.