My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

Chapter Eight: 'David's Wrath'

Adam woke up with a sore back. His eyes fluttered open lazily to find Eve nestled in his arms, her thin hair draped over his chest like a silky blanket. It took him only a moment to realize that he and Eve were in Godpheus's new cage. The vertical metal bars he'd grown so used to was replaced with a transparent pane of glass that stretched high above their heads. Surprisingly though, their tank had no roof, and was framed together by thin aluminium sheets. It was more like a display case than a cage, he decided.

Even with this new cage and this new environment though, Adam didn't want to have to wake up. For the past five years, he'd aged little, his body being composed of Laquanian tissues, bones and blood and not the adapted human anatomy which survived for a much smaller lifetime. But with the unfortunate side-effect of being fifty percent human, both Adam and Eve worked on their time frame, and so, to them, they'd spent over two hundred and fifty years cooped up in their master's lab, and had lived the lives of true human pets. Adam's existence was confined within this laboratory, and the two of them were on the same verge of going insane. They had seen it in each other's eyes.

"Morning sunshine." He whispered in Eve's ear as she stirred. His mate groaned and pulled herself upright with her elbows.

"We're still in the new cage, right?" No 'hello's', no friendly acknowledgement. Just the same question she'd asked for years. It only made Adam feel guilty when he nodded. He averted his gaze to stare around the room. Godpheus was gone; it was noon, his lunch break. The Genesis pair knew little of the way 'time' worked without the telltale signs of day and night, but it was something Adam had begun to rely on after his first fifty or so years of hell. Godpheus had given them a crash course on the Laquanian way of life once, but Adam knew enough about the world he lived in to guess that he'd never put any of those lessons into practice. It was okay, though. Fate was a term he'd come to accept over time.

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It felt like hours before the door of the lab opened with a telltale creak. Adam's head snapped up at the sound and he rubbed his eyes, expecting his master to be particularly energetic after his afternoon coffee. The familiar silhouette of a giant figure appeared in the doorway, though Adam could have sworn Godpheus was taller and thinner...

Adam leaned forward cautiously.

This man was neither Godpheus or Barnabas for that matter. Adam and Eve hadn't seen any other Laquanian, apart from God's humanization test subjects, in their lives. Yet this... man who was now walking on tiptoes into the room still seemed so... familiar. Adam couldn't help but shrink back into the shadows of the glass enclosure, the lack of bars giving the Laquanian full view of him and his mate. The man was clad in black, but his face was exposed, his torchlike eyes scanning over the room. He carried a shotgun in his left hand and had it positioned to shoot and as he glanced almost worriedly around the room. That face Adam recognised almost instantly. There were few standout memories in his uneventful past, but the Genesis would never rid his mind of that one.

He shifted back in shock. Sawdust crinkled under his bare feet. The man turned around swiftly, his eyes gliding over the human's faces like twin beams of light. Adam and Eve froze as the gun swivelled around in their direction, the Laquanian's finger held firmly on the trigger. Adam gripped Eve's wrist instantly, and pulled her behind him, the man holding his gaze with his enormous brow creased.

"I know you two..." He muttered, voice barely a whisper in the silence of the room. His giant eyes widened, and then narrowed. It was only then that Adam realised what this man had come for, after all these years. How could he have forgotten? He'd cost the Laquanian... his leg.

David Malross.

Shit! Adam thought in panic. This couldn't be happening. David Malross would kill him for sure. His heart thudding in his chest, the human was still as a statue as the Laquanian approached the enclosure with cautious steps. He paused only when his shoe scuffed against the polished tile floor, but Godpheus didn't make an appearance.