My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

Doomsday

'The world is drinking from a cup, that no one wants to share.' ~Angus and Julia Stone

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~Eve~

It feels like I haven't spoken for years. The maze work of tunnel-like pipes are quiet, the only sounds coming from our soft breathing and the occasional dripping noises from up ahead. Reuben's clothes are filthy and damp. He's got some sort of contraption strung over his shoulders, which looks suspiciously like a bottle cap with two handles attached to the back. Inside I can see a few uneaten pellets of pet food, a strange green sphere that smells of apples and a length of twine.

My companion takes the lead, the birthday candle in his right hand the only light in the pipes. As he shines the light in front of him, it casts a reflection across the mossy walls of the pipe. I shiver, feeling as though my body temperature has plummeted downwards. It probably has. I'm walking aimlessly underground with a stranger, who happens to know who I am. All I really know about him is that his name is Reuben and I'm his extremely distant ancestor.

"Where are we going?" I ask, ashamed of how scared I sound. A Genesis shouldn't be scared of anything. But here I am, cowering in the darkness with my great, great etcetera grandson of sorts.

"I've heard that the human resistance is somewhere down here." Reuben explains in a formal sounding voice. I don't like the authority he thinks he has over me.

"You don't know its location?" I exclaim, voice echoing around in the confined space. I hang my head. "I have to get back to Adam..."

"Quiet." Reuben hisses, annoyed. His hand snaps to something attacked to his scruffy black pants. It takes me a moment to realize it's a makeshift sword. Laquanians call them 'dressmaker pins', from what I remember. He motions for us to stop and turns around to pass me the birthday candle torch. "Hold this." He orders.

A surge of anger passes through me. As soon as the torch is in my hands, I throw it back down the tunnel behind us, the wet moss covered floor singing the flame completely. "What the f-?" Reuben snaps angrily in the now pitch black tunnel.

"Give me a minute!" I hiss back, squeezing my eyes shut. "I've got a better torch." The familiar feeling of ice cold water running through my veins soothes me and clears my head. I feel my eyes changing, morphing into something different. When I reopen them, Reuben lets out a gasp.

"G-g-get back!" He yelps, fumbling for his sword. I obey and take a step back, my Laquanian eyes providing the tunnel with an eerie but strong blue/white light. Adam and I have been able to change our eye type for years on end. It's because of our cells, apparently. They're corrupted with multiple gene pools that have clashed many times and given us these supernatural abilities. Adam's power is stronger, but I can change my eyes around just the same. "You're... l-l-l-laquan-n-nian...!" Reuben continues, the glow from my eyes bathing him in shadows.

"It's a long story." I reply curtly, half my mind concentrating on keeping my eyes Laquanian. "It's part of being a Genesis."

"That's not natural." Reuben's throat catches on the words. His scarred face is fear streaked. Suddenly, I feel a stab of pity for the man. I've never had the chance to show anyone apart from Adam my strange abilities, as limited as they are. Reuben's barely had any time to take it in.