Bred in Captivity

James. And a knife

I heard the sound of thoughts break through the defence of the big place. I froze. They were unprotected, they were fresh…they were so new.

We’re In! Alright alright. Here we go.

Move Move Move Move…we’ve got to get them out. Not much time, okay, stick to the plan. Ignore the since crap…the girls have got that covered. Get them out. You’ve been planning this for months. All creatures deserve freedom.

PARTY TIME

I felt the others feeling out these new minds. I panicked. I knew that Peirce was more in the mood to savour this all by him…but I was afraid. I didn’t understand… “Peirce, what is this? Who are these minds?”

He was still pleased. “Oh my dear you’re back. I would think they’re freedom fighters. Humanist. Activists…”

He paused when he realized I didn’t understand any of these words. I didn’t understand. Why would you fight freedom? How could you be for humans if you were a human? And how did breaking into the big place make them Activists? Active ist. I wondered what made something an ist…

I crouched in the center of my place pondering…lost in thought. Peirce had given me lots of lessons on words. What they meant. But I didn’t understand most of the time. He had tried to teach me the colours once. But I only knew Red, White, and Black. He had told me once that there were lots more. Things he called yellow, or blue…and green. I liked the sound of these colours. Not yellow. He said yellow was the colour of the bright light. I didn’t like that.

“My dear they’re coming to break us out.”

I blinked looking at the direction that Peirce thoughts echoed from. The others felt it too. It was like he had shouted at us. Or like a waft of Red scent had leaked through all our doors. The other’s calmed.

Waited.

I wondered about the ist again. Were we ists? Was that what made them active because they were trying to get out of the big place? Or maybe this place was an ist. And when you broke into an ist that made you ist. That was interesting. That would make my place a little ist and the big place a big ist. I wasn’t sure about that theory. I think I was an ist. I liked the idea of being something. Maybe when these actives got us out of here I could stop by the Red room…and I could have my second bag of Red. Or maybe even a third.

I smiled relaxing a little in my jacket.

A third Red would be something I’d never had before.

I hadn’t even overheard someone getting a third red.

I wondered if I would even be not hungry if I had a third Red…

“Listen.” Peirce’s thoughts cut through my mind wandering again. “This is important…”

The chemical men were still panicking. They were terrified. Like the new boy when he was strapped to the chair for the first time…or maybe when I saw the knife the second time they were going to cut off my fingers. That had been bad. I didn’t like it.

But these new minds were excited. I could feel their minds blurring in and out of my range, I wasn’t sure where they were going but they were in the wrong direction. I stood pressing my face to the door. No. Only half the minds were leaving my range. The new minds were getting closer. They’re thoughts were just blending in with the others. The new others anyway. They were nothing like the old others.

The new minds were nearly on top of us now. They were in the long white corridor, they were outside my door. I stood and pressed my forehead to the door again. There was a male right outside my door.