Revelation

-Three-

Raylea

A mucky voice calls out through the small speaker in the top right hand corner of the cell. "You will be released in ten minutes."

Ten minutes

I have that much time before my life ends.

What do you do when you have ten minutes left of your life? How do you spend your last moment on this forsaken planet?

Hopefully not in a cell like me.

I am locked up in a cement box with no sort of furniture. Not even the crappy ones. There is rectangular linings on the opposite wall from where I'm sitting.

The door to my doom.

I sigh; a cloud of smoke appears from my breath. There is no insulation and it's winter on the other side of the door, outside the dome.

I chuckle darkly as realization hits me hard: I am being kicked out of the N.A. dome; my home.

Why?

In the great words of Admiral Ladoga who kindly informed me of my 'little' predicament, I am of no use to the dome. 

A newly wed couple gave birth to triplets causing the dome's population to be one hundred thousand two; over populated. The max that the supernatural maintain is one hundred thousand meaning they need to get rid of two human beings.

How do they do that?

They release us out of the dome, into the world of the supernatural where we will become their prey.

Their dinner, my end.

Yet I stay calm. I don't panic one bit. My breathing and heart rate are at a normal pace and I just sit on the ground, staring at the door that will be the key to my death.

In less than ten minutes.

At least I am not on my own.

"Soon we will no longer exist." Says a weak voice. Faint, almost scilent, but calm. My partner, also the second prisoner, sits beside me. She also stares at the door with no ounce of panic but where my eyes show fear, her's show acceptance.

"You're okay with this?" I ask, my voice wrasp. Being locked up for more than a day without food or water has made me weak; an easier target when I am released into my nightmare.

Mrs.Mayhew glances over me for a split second before her gaze falls back on the large door. "I knew my time was coming. I have waited so long for this; to be reunited with Ericsson." Mrs.Mayhew, or Rebecca, lost her husband, Ericsson, ten years ago. At that time, the populatin overshot its maximum capacity and he was seen as not important. Now, along side me, Mrs.Mayhew is counting down the last minutes of her life. "Though you Raylea, I'm not so sure about. Never has someone so young been taken in. Only the elderly."

"That may be true but giving birth to triplets is considered rare and unpredictable. I am the best choice because I have no purpose in the dome. No family." I wanted to continue on with my speech but I was interrupted.

"You had a father." Mrs.Mayhew reminds me.

I nod my head slightly as though it takes too much energy of the little I have left. "Yes, a father I never bothered to get to know." Two days ago, I would have said that being adopted was the worse thing that has ever happened to me. Now, I regret sincerely my behavior towards my foster parent. I showed little to no respect to him. I was inconsiderate and immature to the man who wanted to take care of me. 

During these last minutes of my life, I can't help but go through all the 'what if' senerios. What if I had gotten to know my adoptive dad? What if my birth parents never left me?