Nova's Overthrow

The Starting Point

This story starts with 16-year-old Mae, otherwise known as One, a young girl who was taken the moment her eyes were open. Her best friend, one of the male trolls, with whom she shared a dorm-esque room, was the only one she ever really talked to. Ever since he hatched from his cocoon, he's been spliced with the genes of an alligator. He's grown a scaly alligator tail. His shoulders, knees, elbows, and jawline were covered with scales, all of them a dull olive color. But, no matter how ugly the scales were, they suited his rugged, slightly toned frame and dark complexion; and, not to mention, his face. One was simply in love with him.

One looked over at her scaly friend and sighed. The experimenting for the day was over, so all they had to do was talk and wait for their daily food rations. "So, Alpha, what'd they do to you today?" Of course, he replied with a toothy grin and a low chuckle. "They couldn't do anything to me today. I broke the leather straps they're supposed to hold you down with. I knocked one of the guys straight out." She wasn't surprised at all. He had been like that ever since they had known each other. She, on the other hand, was very cooperative. She didn't really have a way out of it. She wasn't as strong as Alpha, so what she lacked in strength, he made up for with his own. The two of them were a perfect pair. To her, at least.

One of the Lab's assistants came soon enough and unlocked everyone's doors, handing them each a tray with an apple, a sandwich, some milk and a bottle of orange juice. "You can eat and socialize until one of us comes and puts you back in your rooms to sleep. Don't get too loud or it'll be early bedtimes for all of you."

A kid in the back shouted, "Hey, when the hell do we get some steaks or something? I'm tired of bunny food and cow juice!" He stood up to reveal the number on his shirt - number Four. He was a birdkid - feathers covered his shoulders, elbows and jawline. He also had a large feathery bird-tail sticking out of his shirt. Another kid, number Three, a catkid, with a three-shaped mouth, long black tail and fluffy black ears protruding from her back and head, shouted back, "Yeah! I'm a catkid, I need meat, I'm not a fucking vegetarian!" The man shouted back. "Shut up! This is not a luxury spa. You can't order what you want. You aren't free, you belong to the Lab. You are not to disobey us or anyone else who works here in the future. This is where you live, and this is where you die. Got it? So you might as well get used to it. And if you don't want your food, then I won't bring you any. You could just as well starve and nobody would care. All of you kids were failures on the Lab's hands, anyways, so none of us care if you die. Actually, we'd be happy. It would just be a reason to find your replacements. Just because this was the first batch of Experiments doesn't mean we cant easily make another one. Everyone who comes after you little brats will be better than you. Number One was our very first, and she's a complete and utter failure. Two is a horsekid who's weaker than an old dog, Three can't even stand right, Four is a fucking bird, Five is a plant, and Six is a dog who can't even bark without sounding like she got ran over with an 18-wheeler. The only real success out of all of you is Alpha, and that's only because he's the strongest, and he isn't afraid to show us that every day. So don't think you're so high and mighty that you can ask for a steak and be treated like royalty while you're here. Because that's not how it works. Now eat your food and don't complain. Be glad we haven't decided to kill you." He walked out in a hurry, pissed off.

That shut everyone up real fast.