Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans

Chapter 48: I Don't Know

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Lycer's POV

Every day. Every goddamn day.

I'll have just got Celestial back to me. Every day, she comes back to me with a slur in her words and a nausea I try to get her to breathe through. It doesn't always work; the smell of vomit and bile fills the air around us. We get maybe several statements out between the two of us before Malum and Christopher waltz through the door to the cell block. Christopher occasionally seems gleeful to do his assigned task. Celestial often cries. She always begs for him not to. For him to let her go. Sometimes he seems annoyed, angered even. He'll make quick work of extracting the wolfsbane and injecting her. In those times, he always grab her roughly. I can see the bruises formed on her arms from those moments, the exact shape of his hand in shades of browns and yellows.

I have a feeling he and Malum don't hold the best working relationship. In his moments of rushed anger, Christopher will blow past him. Malum occasionally gives it no mind but I can sometimes find him shooting harsh looks or tapping his foot as he waits for Christopher to unlock Celestial's cell. Otherwise, he watches me.

I've stopped begging. Stopped yelling.

That's what they want. To see me helpless. To see me wanting. I refuse to give them that.

For the moment, she's alive. And all I can hope is that her mate will find her, find Malum, before they can kill her. They will kill her. That much I feel certain of. If not on purpose, then by a slip of action as they don't have much restraint, if the scars on my own body say anything.

She's sleeping now. They never gave her a mat or anything to sleep on. So I no longer sleep on mine. If I could fit it, I would shove mine through the bars and give it to her. If she could reach through I'd try. She can barely lift her arms still, her right more so, the injury in her shoulder seeming to cause her great pain. Her left arm is a bit better but still painful, she says. I thank the Goddess that they haven't repeated the actions from the first day.

The experiments wander in and out. I break my rules of silence when it comes to them. Any time they get so much as near her cell, a growl rumbles its way through my chest. Despite the drugs in my system, they still heed the warning. They sneer still; back to throwing insults my way. I hate the way they look at her. Like she's a meal to eat or a ragdoll to throw around. They can throw as many insults they want at me but one peep about her and I'm at the bars. I've vowed that if I can get out of here then they will pay.

"Lycer?" The door had squeaked open and shut. Someone really needed to oil that.

My eyes drifted from where they were watching slow unsteady breaths in Celestial's chest to the door. Ian, the kinder of the experiments, shifted on his feet.

"You didn't tell me." My words are cold. I look back to Celestial.

"I didn't know." His steps get closer to where I am. "If I knew, I would have told you. Only a few of us were told and they were instructed to keep quiet about it until the plan came to fruition." I don't respond. His steps stop right outside of her cell. He looks at the lock. "I can let you in with her." Now my eyes find his, cold and fully grey. I never asked if his vision was all there and I wasn't very certain. He never really seemed as though it was impaired. "Just for a few minutes. They'll be coming by later to. . ."