My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

Free Will

'Do not fear. For I am with you.' ~Isiah 41:10

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~Colton~

"He seems to be responding well to the new S.C.U treatment." The giant muses softly, his hot breath tickling my frozen face. I can't move a muscle. The serum in my bloodstream has me locked to the spot like a robot. I stand alone on the metal table, a used syringe beside me. My eyes swivel around wildly, but they've lost their fear. I'm not afraid of the serum anymore. After all, I've been injected countlessly, thrice a day, for over a week now. Even without it, I'm obedient.

"Yes," The second master says, cracking the familiar metal whip against his leather pant leg. "Haven't zapped him once during the week."

"Excellent."

I lower my eyes so they stare blankly at the metal beneath me. I've never wished more than to simply sink into that cool, silver surface and just... vanish. But my body is trapped in the clutches of them, now. And me? I'm no more than a sliver of consciousness, at the back of my own brain.

"Recite the Human Code Of Conduct!" The master screeches, his voice so powerful that it would burst my human ears... if I still had the ability to feel.

My mind a mess of jumbled and inundated thoughts, I open my mouth and speak...

"Rule number one..."

And the worst part about that whole experience? The minute I started speaking, I forgot who I was.

"Humans are not regarded as people. Their purpose is to follow orders, serve as a pet to the dominant race and never disobey their masters."

And the minute I finish? I ask myself: Who is Colton?

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"Colton? You there, buddy?" A voice startles me back into reality. I bring my hands up to rub my eyes, relishing the fact that I can feel. The fact that I am in control. Well, partly in control. Blaine and Charlene are looking at me in concern. I blink twice to steady myself, letting the misshapen colours around me bleed into objects. Metal bunk beds... three figures dressed in blue and black...

"Sorry." I whisper robotically.

"He's fine." Charlene assures the others, Blaine and River (who showed no signs that he cared anyway). "He zones out sometimes." She stares into my eyes with her gentle green ones. "Where do you go, Colton?"

"Pardon?" I ask tensely.

"When you zone out?" Charlene repeats. I don't answer for a moment, instead looking at her perfect heart shaped face, with her slight dimples and intelligent eyes. But when I do, I'm happy to report that it was me who answered, not them. I don't really know who them is, anymore.