We are lined up, naked, in a large white room
It smells strongly of chemical cleaner
The fluorescent lights harsh
The guards, all human
Clad in black and gray uniforms
All bearing a blood red insignia on their chests
Stand in pairs
As a man in a starch white lab coat checks us for any wounds, sores, deformities
Anything that would hinder us from producing healthy offspring
Those who fail are taken away and never seen again
The inspector, a tall male, with curly sliver hair and eyes like obsidian stops in front of me
I am the only one that sticks out
His eyes follow me up and down
Tracing my body
It takes all my self control not to spit in his face
Save her
He says
I will need to do a more thorough examination, the Director may have an interest in this one
Two guards separate me from the others
Push me into another room where they give me new clothes
A dark gray shirt
Tight black pants
And a pair of dirty white shoes
There's a tremendous change in atmosphere as they lead me down
Away from the bright lights
And chemical clean smell
There is barely any light where we go, the passageways dim and dark
Water drips from the ceiling
The stench of mold slowly growing more powerful with each step
We pass a glass opening and I look to see a huge space, the ceiling overrun with pipes and rusty bars
Tents and ragged blankets are hung everywhere, as far back as I could see
People were everywhere
Sitting in huddles
A huge fence
Separated the small, ragged city down the middle
Guards were patrolling around the parameter
There weren't very many
But they carried huge guns on their shoulders
Kicking over boxes
Checking in tents
Harassing the city's residents
It took a moment
But I realized these people were the Otherians
The humanoid alien race that enslaved us
But now they seemed like slaves themselves
Their complexion was the color of caramel
Sun kissed and warm
They wore markings in their skin
All black
Swirling around like licks of inky fire
One of them stopped and stared up at me
His eyes as yellow as the sunrise
His messy hair contrasting
Half black
Half white
His face bruised
I stare back, my heart hammering
He was beautiful
And deadly
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Roman d'amour"We are all monsters Some of us are just better at hiding it Skin is deceitful A mask Over the dark shadows that lie underneath..."
