The Experiment

The Plucking Room

I had never known true terror, until the day those men put me inside of that large chamber. My head was still processing all of this..These men couldn't just keep us here , they would be arrested for false advertisement and slavery. What would they do to my girl once she'd been born into this place...Oh god..I don't wanna even imagine this.

Hearing the door to my room be forced open, I froze and looked at 4 very large and bulked up men. One , I knew as that ass-hole from earlier. They dragged me into this room and strapped me to some kind of machine. I couldn't move at all and that scared me greatly. What were they going to do with me?!

I watched as a tv appeared from the wall and I trembled. This wasn't really real, it couldn't have been..this was the kind of shit you seen in the fake tv shows. But this was really happening. The man in the tv began to speak.

"This is called, the "Warmth" test. What we will do, is hold something relatively warm close to your stomach and we will see if the infant reacts to it. Sounds like a simplistic task."

Hearing these men speak now, I'd come to know that they were insane. A fetus is not entirely developed yet. How can it react to heat ?! I stopped trying to think rationally as a small door opened from the wall and out came a metal rod.

"Miss. Please lift your shirt up."

Came the voice from the tv. I unwillingly agreed, there wasn't any point in pissing the alien like men off. They might probe me! Or hurt my unborn daughter. My trembling hands lifted my shirt and I watched as the small rod came closer and closer until I'd felt the heat on my belly. It was such an odd sense of terror that I was feeling. I shouldn't be afraid of this , so why was I acting like that.

The man on the tv gave a nod and the rod was now on my bare stomach. It was very warm, but not enough to make me flinch. I looked down at my stomach and I had to hold back my screams. I might've been seeing things, but I could have sworn that I'd seen that rod slightly move. Whether it was on it's own, or my belly had made it. It moved for sure. I held my tongue as I watched the rod be retreated back to the wall.

"Thank you , for your co operation. You may return now. We will call on you for further assistance."

With that the tv vanished back into the ceiling and I was dragged back to my room. I had to try something...I couldn't let these men and women bully me into submission. So , I kicked the man in the shin and I ran. I had no idea where I was running to. But all I knew, was that if I'd stayed here...not only could my sanity be at risk. But my innocent child could be too.

"For her...even if it means I'm killed...I have to escape...I won't let these mad men harm a cell in her body."

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I hid behind a pillar of the building. This place was huge as hell...but I'd no time to admire it's architecture, those manaics could and would find me any second. What about Phoebe? She seemed like the only woman I could trust here. Maybe I could find her and get her to help me out. The more I looked at it , the more this place was like a thing from a sci fi movie. Maybe we are on a set for 'Stranger Things' but I knew in my mind, that train of thought was highly unlikely.

The sound of whirring caught my attention and I listened in. A mechanical whirr noise was spawning from the right, now if I know my horror logic....this was going to be a death trap. But my other choice was a bunch of pissed off sci fi men. I'd take this choice. Leaning on the wall, I began to sneak towards the sound until I reached a door.

'Failure Room'

What could that have meant? Well , the whirring was coming from the inside of it. I wonder if it was locked or not. To my shock, it was open. Stepping forth inside...proved to be the worst mistake i as a human..could have ever made...wall to wall...were vats of ...children....they ranged from all shapes...all ages...all races...just what in the hell...was this place doing?!

Stealing my courage, I closed the door and eyed the many vats. All these poor poor children..how long had they been here, away from their families...their loved ones. Just what was going on in this place?! I spotted an empty vat. It looked broken...like something had broken out of it.

Clash

I spun round at the sound of a vat smashing. The body of a child fell out and I ran to catch it. But...it vanished into thin air. What...what the hell. Another and another smashed...how was this happening?! All the children began vanishing...but it was at that point I realised....these..these children had been experimented on....whatever their skin had been exposed to...had caused them to be vulnerable to this environment.

I looked at the cause of the vats smashing and tried to be calm.

"It's okay. I'm not with them... Come out."

I said with as much bravery as I could. My eyes strained but I made out a figure shimmering before me, they shimmered and then appeared as solid as ice. It was a small boy, no older than 8. He looked up at me and then my stomach.

"Baby."

He said and I nodded pointing to my stomach.

"Yes. Baby, girl"

I rubbed my stomach and he just stared for a long while. He then points to himself.

"Baby, mistake. Failure."

At this I gasped, those creeps had no right to tell this young boy that. He was a treasure. His mother would say so too if she'd been here I was sure. I went to take his hand but he pulled away from me and began shimmering again.

"Not now. Keep safe baby. Don't trust men"

There was...something about those words that struck a chord with me...but what...why did those words hit a nerve within me...

"Whose in here.!!!"

Came a stern voice and at that moment, I forgot how to breathe or even exist. The feeling of arms on me and me being pulled out was strong. It was mr Asshole...my favourite person.

"You just can't be a good turkey and go in your damned pen."

He spat as he and three others dragged me back to my pen . I spat back.

"You were the ones that forced me to stay here. I wanted to leave. So it's your faults for me being dismissive."

The asshole never replied, just slammed the door in my face....but who was that child...what was happening in this fucked up place...I didn't know. That child's words still made me think...but then I realised....that rude woman in the start..

"Don't trust him"

Maybe she was that boys mother...so this was the fate for her baby. To be locked in a vat for testing and god knows what else....well no way..I. Won't let my child become some madmans guenia pig...as of tommorow....I'm looking for escape...even if I have to do it alone.

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In the hallway, the small boy wandered around aimlessly. It'd been such a long time since he'd seen the halls. Not since he'd been a child. What had become of the others he'd played with once. That mean old man deemed him a failure and locked him away from everyone in the vat room...but...he'd had his mother to feed him scraps of food. He really missed his mothers hugs and songs.

"...Mum....my....."

He mouthed.

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Finished this chapter. I'm off now.