What Happened

A Blur of Colours

There had been days when she felt empty. Empty to the point where nothing seemed to matter anymore. She was lost. So lost. The foreign sensation was clawing at her innards. She wanted to feel, wanted to live, wanted to be someone, something, anything. But nothing ever seemed to work.

She saw a light at the end of the seemingly endless tunnel. Was this all going to be over? Had this all been one long never-ending love story? That's when she heard it, the ever familiar voice calling him, beckoning him over.

"I want your sperm..."

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She woke up with tears streaming down her face. "Huh?" she thought. Why am I crying? Her mind was a mess, everything looked as if it had been tipped upside down. Nothing made sense, her words coming out as a messy slur. What had she been doing the previous night? She tried to remember, but she only could see glimpses of fuzzy images, she couldn't piece together the pieces. She was knocked violently to the ground by a wave of pain. and before she knew it, darkness had yet again gotten ahold of her.

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It was a blur of colours.

white.

black.

green.

red.

All mixing together to create a pretty, almost magical, illusion as my body swayed from side to side.

My head hurt, throat was dry, muscles sore.

It didn't take long before nausea overtook me and the blackness washed over.

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She looked out through the bars of her cage. Desperately trying to chance a glance at the world outside her confinements. She had had enough. She was tired. She was done. Done with everything. Nothing seemed to go her way. The only thing keeping him from going insane being the little human who would throw mice especially for him. She loved that human, no matter how small or insignificant she might have appeared as at first. Her brothers felt the same, the one thing they seemed to hold in common.

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"Jurassic world."

The words seemed to flow easily off her tongue, however she didn't know why. She couldn't pinpoint where she was either, but it smelt foul. Kind of like expired milk mixed with the vile stench of vermin and manure. She tried blocking her nose to prevent the odor from wafting into her nose, but her internal nostrils made the task more difficult than it should have been. She sighed, slumping back down into the dumpster which she now called her home. That human had betrayed her, thrown her out.

She felt so empty, like a vessel that had been drained of its substance. How could she survive when she didn't know where she was, let alone who she even was? She tried thinking about her brothers in attempt to numb the pain, but their faces were blurry. It had been so long since she'd last seen them that she'd forgotten what they looked like.

They'd probably forgotten what she looked like too. Drained and fatigued, she once again went into slumber.

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The next morning, she awoke to a much more comfortable location. However, she could see her brothers were nowhere to be found. Upon closer inspection, she saw the metal bars of a cage surrounding her, imprisoning her. She resisted the urge to scream, they never liked her screaming.

"Finally awake?" A voice called. It was male human's voice; it seemed familiar and kind but she could not comprehend why she was being imprisoned.

She remembered. It was the one who disposed of her. She whimpered in fear.

"Whoa. Don't worry. We won't hurt you. Sorry for what you had to go through and that I couldn't save your brothers. I tried my best to stop them but in the end I couldn't do anything. I've left them. I couldn't bear watching them experiment on you guys," The man's head lowered, "I swear I'm going to save all the others too."

She couldn't understand him but his voice was kind and with conviction. She felt like she could trust this man, but she thought the same with them too, she didn't want to make that mistake again. She let out a quiet snarl.

The man smiled, "You understand me! Okay then, you remember me right? I'm Owen. I look forward to working with you."

Struggling, she clawed at the bars of the cage. She still could not understand why she was imprisoned. If she could understand him why couldn't he see her wish or freedom. However, it seemed Owen had completely ignored her. A woman walked through the doors to the room they were currently in.

"Owen. We're going now." The woman smiled. She was dressed well as if she was going to an important date.

"Okay sure Claire." Owen replied as he turned away and locked the door behind him, just before he could hear the scream of desperation.

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Owen had reserved a table at a French restaurant on the balcony under the stars.

"So it's been seven years since Isla Nublar," Claire spoke, "I told the authorities that it was to be declared a protected park but who knew they had enough money to just buy it from us?" She emphasised the 'they'.

"I don't understand. How can they just experiment on them like that? It could've been a chance to make the island a haven for them but they seem to think different." Owen muttered.

"They tricked you Owen! They said it was for the reproduction of their species." Claire comforted him.

"I helped them! When I saw what they were really doing, I was disgusted. Trying to transform them into weapons, it's like Hoskins all over again." Owen put his head in his hands.

Claire slapped him, "It's not your fault okay? This is a date. I don't want to hear you being depressing. Zach and Gray would do the same."

Owen touched his face where a red hand-shaped print was forming. Several people were staring at the quarrel especially at Owen who was believed to have started it. A waiter walked by the table nervously as he placed a plate of snails and frog legs between Owen and Claire.

"Sure thing Claire" Owen reassured her, but even then he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling in his gut.