Bloodlines

One more

Ame pov
It's seemed like forever until Kaldur would come...or until I'd see my kids again. I forgot how long it's been. The room, Manta moved me in, was dark and there were no windows. I couldn't tell the time or how long I've been there. There were chains hanging from the walls; I hang on those chains everyday. I don't get a chair anymore. Or the luxury of clothes. I'm naked and embarrassed. The guards get to see the scars I received from my previous tormentor. They see the real me. They see the purple alien with blue hair and demon eyes because I had to change out of my human form to conserve energy. 
He feeds me when he feels like it and that's almost never. And I can tell I've gotten smaller. He and his henchmen beat me and do other horrible things. I'm surprised I scream, or that I cry when they do this. I should be used to it, right? All that abuse from Doctor and my foster parents for all those years, I should be used to a little pain.
...Doctor.
I think about him everyday. He haunts my dreams. I dream about being back in that lab again...in the place where I thought I was going to die many times. I try not to think about it. If I do I'll lose my mind. But at least my baby keeps me company. Baby kicks me a lot now and I feel at peace when I know they're there. Baby is the only thing that keeps me sane. Baby and my other children make me want to fight back and stay alive.
My other children...I think about them a lot too. I think of Opal, Alexandria and Tulio playing and being happy together. What has he done to my babies? Did he tell them I was dead? Did he brainwash them to be evil? Kill them? Or worse- is he torturing them?
The baby kicks me as if tell me not to worry but I don't listen.
What if they die? I couldn't live with myself. I vowed to protect them. And I failed them. I don't want to bury my children. They're far to young and haven't seen everything. They-
Manta came in and interrupted my thoughts. I immediately asked him what I did everyday,"Where are my children?"
He didn't reply.
I shook at my chains,"Manta! Where are they?!"
He looked at me and grinned,"You know, Kaldur'ahm must really miss you. He's looking for you non stop. He's deprived of sleep. Sooner or later he'll be driven mad..."
"Kaldur is strong!" I heard him grab something.
Manta laughed and whipped my back,"What else do you want to lie about?" He whipped me again and I tried to hold back my tears,"How about-'he's on his way' or 'you won't win Manta, he'll find us.'
"He will! He always does!" I cried out.
"Not this time!" He swung the whip again,"Enough talk, I want to hear you scream!"
As much as I tried to hold it in, the tears escaped and the screams ripped from my mouth.
"I want you to feel the pain that I felt when you stole my family from me!"
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And this happened almost everyday. I'd ask about my children, beg him for freedom, and then get whipped or beaten. I lost lots of blood and hope. Kaldur would have been here already. He's not coming for me but hopefully he'll come for the kids. If I die, my last wish is for them to live. But I can't die, my baby needs me.
Sometimes I get more food when I mention the baby I'm carrying to Manta. And when he remembers I'm pregnant he cuts down on the beatings. And I'm thankful. But one day, he got tired off me using that excuse.
He came in my room one day, looking angry. Even if I wasn't the cause of he's anger, I'd soon become the outlet for his pain.
He let me out the chains, I guess so he could beat me better. He beat me even harder than ever and made me scream to the point of where I couldn't talk anymore. I felt my baby fiercely kick me multiple times. I begged him to stop or the baby would die but he didn't listen.
He left me beat and broken. When I had the strength, I sat up and put a hand to my stomach. My baby's not moving anymore. I rubbed my hands on my stomach,"Baby, it's mommy! Please wake up!"
I got no reply.
"Baby...please kick for me," I cried,"Just move for me! Please, please, just one more, please, one more kick. I'm begging you!" I choked on a sob,"No, no, no. Baby please! You can't do this to me! One more kick for mommy...Baby please..."
I sat there for hours waiting for my baby to reply.

I never received one.

Short chapter but sorry I had to kill the baby. As someone who's lost a baby, as in my little sister, I know how it feels to have a baby die and it's horrible. I might never know how it feels to be a mother and have a child die but I know how it feels to lose something as special.