Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Fifty-One

Scale Number: 1

Crysis had an extra set of clothes brought in, thankfully in a size that accommodated Cat's expanded stomach. She was now at the far end of the room with a clipboard, standing next to Zella's bedside. Who had been labeled as 'K1' and if Cat had to guess, she was paired with that bag of bones who'd been introduced as Slender. Eventually the 'physician' would work her way to Mira and Taylor, then Lāra, only to end with Cat in the far bed. All of whom were labeled by the woman taking vitals in order from 'K2' through 'K5', like lab rats. As she watched, Cat knew she was to expect a physical examination, followed by an ultrasound to check on her real patients. 

As she worked on Mira, Lára leaned over the side of her own bed; just enough that she believed her hushed tones would reach Cat alone. Or so she thought; unknowingly in a room with a supernatural killer. "You'll get used to it, don't worry, this will all get easier after a time." There was a slight slip in her calm demeanor, like she couldn't remember exactly how long it had taken her. 

Making the largely swollen Kanfedant wonder exactly how long the woman had been here. Cat turned her eyes away from the bodies passing by on the other side of the glass wall, all dressed in similar attire. Shifting them to the woman with the warming aura, "Get used to what exactly?"

The dark haired beauty cast a worried glance over at the female Elder, concerned that Cat's normal tones would draw the woman's attention. Becoming thankful that she was too distracted, the ignorant Kanfedant's shoulders sank in relief. Slowly, she brought her index finger to her lips, a clear indication that she needed to be quieter. Once again, reminding her of a mother scolding her child, finding it harder to shake the feeling more this time than before.

"All of it, eventually. The men that have chosen you as their partners, who donate their male 'samples' during the insemination process. After that they mostly leave us alone while we carry to term and nurse the babies. Then of course there's the Delivere Festevel, which isn't always bad, just a little overwhelming when you've just given birth. Although, once we're back with the others, it will feel a bit more like home." This last part she almost said to herself, like a reminder that it was almost time for that return. Wondering if it was because she preferred to be back in with the general population rather than in solitary with these select few.

Casting her own glance in Crysis' direction, knowing very well that the Relevent could hear them in the small room. But regardless, to ease the woman's anxiety, Cat whispered back, "The delivery festival?"

"Delivere Festevel," she corrected, nodding her head softly, "The week-long celebration during which we give birth to the seeds that actually took root." There was almost a sad look, when she added, "To those who are lucky enough to actually participate in the project."

Caterina just cocked an eyebrow, as if to say she didn't know what the woman was talking about; but in reality, she knew exactly what she was saying. It was a time for them to celebrate their new soldiers. After Crysis put the gathered semen in them, from men who were meant to be their Pretekters. But she also knew enough that she needed to keep her head down and nose clean, especially when she was thrown in the center of a snake pit.

Long enough for Kalayavan to do whatever he was planning. 'If he was planning anything for her escape. Perhaps that's why he was with Halrim', that darkened voice whispered from the back of her mind.

Although it was already appearing that she had a massive bullseye already painted smack dab in the center of her forehead. Making her a target for Mira's jealous jabs and Crysis' outrageous affections for the woman's large stomach.

"It isn't as bad as I'm making it out to be," she tried to keep her smile even, but the quiver in the corner was enough to give away the fact that her words were a lie. "It's just a little weird how they turn into lust filled lunatics on very rare occasions. Those of us who are lucky, get to experience the joys of parenthood, but not everyone is so lucky. When you don't take, you're forced to keep trying with different samples until one takes." Looking over her shoulder, waiting for a repercussion that never seemed to come. "On extremely rare occasions, some of them even get locked away with multiple persons. Not that it's usually a successful visit."