What Happened

Secrets

Everything was silent. The only movement was the rise and fall of her chest, and it was so silent that her steady heartbeat was audible. The cold floor of the cage was almost ice to her skin. The room was large, but not large enough, she felt constricted, wanting nothing more than to escape. She needed something, someone, to keep her sane. The constant drip of the leaking ceiling was driving her mad.

Drip. drip. drip. drip.

Everything hurt. Her vision started to blur. Where was he? Where did he go? Surely it had been days since she last saw the closing gap of the iron door. Where? Where? Where? Where? Where? Where? She needed him. She needed something, needed anything to reassure her of her existence. Please. Please. Just call my name. Please call my name, keep me from going insane.

...Blue

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"Blue! Oi Blue! Talk to me!"

Sweat droplets of desperation trickled down Owen's forehead as he frantically questioned the raptor. But no matter how hard he tried, not a single word was forced out. He just wanted to know something, anything, but all attempts were futile. If only she knew it was for her own good...

"Blue! Please!" he began.

He leaned in closer as he recalled what Claire had said to him.

"They tricked us, Blue. These so called 'scientists' are trying to turn all of you into weapons, and the first step was to extract your sperm. They're not who you think they are."

Everything was quiet for a few seconds.

For some reason, the word 'sperm' resonated strongly within her.

She couldn't figure out why, but then a series of colours flashed before her eyes.

white.

black.

green.

red.

"I want your sperm..."

Blue's limbs weakened as she came to the realisation of what was going on. Her breathing began to grow heavier and heavier, and with her violently shaking legs she began to back away.

"Talk to me, Blue!" Owen said, "what's going on?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was an inaudible, high-pitched squeak. Owen was concerned now, displayed through his the creases beside his eyes as he smiled sympathetically and the warm breath on Blue's skin as he leaned in closer to observe her behavior.

"Please tell me," Owen continued, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm on your side, remember?"

All he received as a reply was heavy breathing.

Blue's hallucinations were growing worse by the second, and at this stage the colours had turned into people; the indistinguishable noises into crystal clear voices. She could hear exactly what they were saying now, and she listened, intently.

"Why can't you extract any?"

"Because there is none!"

"What do you mean there's none?"

"This one's a female, Miss Dearing..."

She didn't understand what any of this meant but the expression on her face was none other than pure shock. After blinking a couple of times, she managed to snap out of her hallucinations, only to find that Owen's face was still only millimetres away from hers. He continued to stare until there was a gentle knock at the door.

"Owen, we have to go" a female voice announced.

The same voice as the one in her hallucinations.

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"Hey? What's wrong? Ya hungry?"

Blue made no sound. She knew these people. She knew who they were, knew who they thought she was.

Trash. That's what. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Too scared to even make a noise? The little cunt."

A sharp kick to her side. Pain.

"I bet the little critter loves that. I bet you crave the sweet sensation of pain. Oi, bring that over."

No not that. It never ended. No no no no no no. Please. She'll obey. Please. Anything but that.

"Come here ya monster. It's time."

He drew closer. One leg in front of the other, slowly, menacingly. She wouldn't make a sound, not now, not when she'd been so good and obeyed their every order. No not now.

The distinct clanking of that disgusting metal contraption.

She let out a quiet whimper of distress and the very blood in her veins seemed to freeze. They didn't like that. They never liked that.

"Oh? Is that how we're playing? Fine by me."

He came closer, too close. Close enough so that she could smell the foul breath of his mouth.

"You brought this upon yourself. Worthless, useless, piece of trash"

She held her breath. She closed her eyes.

"Once this is over, you'll wish for something as sweet as death."

'If only' she thought,. If only she could attain death's sweet relief.

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Blue woke up to a blur. These hallucinations had terrorised her these couple of days. She knew the male human was good but the steel bars in front of her still obscured that idea. She wanted her brothers. As she whimpered to herself, almost silently, the woman walked into the room. It was Claire.

"So little one, do you remember me?" Claire's voice called.

Blue growled at her. She remembered alright. Blue began tackling the bars, clawing at them, biting them but it seemed that it was virtually impossible to escape. Clare screamed, and Owen barged into the room.

"Owen! This beast is trying to escape!" Claire hugged against Owen's arm.

Owen raised his arms in front of him. He started moving forward towards Blue.

"Blue, we agreed to work together and now you're breaking our agreement?" Owen asked, a sadness in his voiced.

Blue growled again. He was the one being deceived. Why was she treated being treated like this, as Claire had said, a beast... Claire smiled standing behind Owen. She was clearly enjoying Blue's pain. As Blue backed away from Owen, she winced knowing the way the male human was being tricked and not only that but the human had lost his trust in Blue.

"Thank you Owen." Claire grinned. And as Blue was backed to the edge of her cage, Owen took Claire by her hand and strolled out of the room.