Frost (Bxb)

Chapter Eighteen

"So, you're telling me that you have thick skin? Why not thick blood? You live on an ice planet don't you?"

I bit my cheek, trying my best to keep my cool and not glare immensely at the man I had come to know as Issak. He sat across from me in a room so small, even my servant's bathrooms were bigger. It was also very plain, with a small wooden door to allow entry, and a small metal table and set of chairs placed in the middle of it. I was sitting in the other uncomfortable chair, sweating from the clothes, not that I would admit it to Issak. The creep. He was seriously giving me creep vibes, by the way his eyes felt like they were piercing into my soul. He sat with a mug of coffee in front of him, along with a muffin that had my stomach twisting in pain to have a bite. I hadn't eaten in awhile, so I was starving as I watched the man in front of me take a bite, his eyes on me as if he were taunting me. The jerk.

I crossed my legs, trying to get back to the investigation at hand. So far, Issak had asked me about my planet, my people and their culture, as well as my medical history, like my blood type and if I had...well, a reproductive system. Like, duh. Of course I had a reproductive system, all life forms had. How else would we repopulate? It seemed to me like Issak was only asking stupid questions to get under my skin.

"I don't have thick blood because since my skin is already thick, I would heat up too much and could go into cardiac arrest. I could even die from it." I finally answered, fiddling with my fingers.

Issak nodded and wrote something down, his handwriting weirdly...neat, despite his chaotic antics. He then glanced back up at me. "Do Glacic's experience emotions? Human, emotions, to be exact."

I rolled my eyes at the dumb question. "Emotions aren't just "human emotions". All creatures have emotions, from beings that inhabit other planets, to animals that roam the forests. Nothing is solely a "human thing"."

"So that means you can experience, say, pleasure?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Depends on what you mean when you say pleasure."

Issak smirked. "I'll take that as a yes," he said, writing on that dumb notepad of his.

I had half a mind to completely rip that dang thing apart, though, I didn't move. I didn't want to be killed because I was angry at this creep. I wanted to get out of here and go home, never to come to Earth again. Especially if humans were this creepy. I shuddered, looking away from Issak as he wrote.

"One more question for today before we start conducting more tests on you. What is your relationship with Captain Joseph Abermal?"

I froze, my eyes on Issak and my body tense. What did I think of that traitor? He was a coward. He was manipulative and cunning. He was...boyishly handsome and great at comebacks. He had the silkiest voice, the softest hair, the darkest eyes. Gosh, even when the bastard betrayed me, I still thought about the good things about him. I was such a failure. I couldn't even properly insult the man that drugged me, and brought me to his planet to be used as a test subject. What was wrong with me? Was it because I genuinely cared for him as a friend?

Friends don't just kiss each other, my subconscious spoke, making me internally wince and rub my arm. I'm definitely not in love with him, or anything. Perhaps humans had a different custom between friends. Not to mention, I actually...had genuinely cared about his well being, and I, even if he betrayed me and left me here, I would be sad if he were to get hurt or...or even die. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened. Gosh, I was such a sucker. Maybe I had a teensy weensy crush on him. Definitely nothing more. And I would be a...fool if I tried telling myself that the kiss we shared wasn't good. It was actually quite nice and I enjoyed it.

Maybe a little too much, since you didn't even see him pull out a syringe, I thought bitterly with a frown.

"Judging by the look on your face, I'd say there is a lot about Captain Joseph you like. Are you friends? Lovers, perhaps?"

This time, I didn't even try to stop the glare I shot Issak's way, the other man only amused by my reaction. "I don't believe in love. Love is what kills us and makes nations fall."

Issak raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. "That's quite the stretch."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Can we get these tests done now? I would much rather get them done and over with then continue with this pointless conversation."

Issak surprised me when he nodded, grabbing at his notepad before he handed it off to one of his guards, who had stood outside the door the whole entire interrogation. He grabbed the notes without even giving me a glance, and Issak led the way into a sterile-looking lab, everything as white as the snow on my planet. He gestured for me to take a seat on one of the small tables, and I sat there silently as the humans gathered what they needed. I could feel the sweat marking my temples, some beads of the warm liquid dripping down my back.

I could do this. Being slightly warm was way better than being ogled at. I could deal with the heat. Maybe.

It's getting a little hard to breath, I grimaced, rubbing at my chest.

Issak came back over to me with a syringe in his hands, and he gestured for me to roll up my sleeve. I grudgingly obeyed, hating needles. He stuck the thing in my arm and hooked it up to a small vial that had my blood pouring into it. I looked away, my eyes trailing over the test tubes that held what looked like fetus's. I shivered and tore my eyes away, swallowing down my bile.

Were they creating creatures? Were they human? Were they the product of another species they had studied? Why would they even do such a thing? Just for science? Did the creatures suffer? They better not create anything using my DNA. I would probably hurt them if they even tried. Or...would I already be dead by then?

"You're awfully queasy for an alien."

"I am not an alien," I stressed, my eyes closed as I refused to look at the syringe in my arm, "I am a Glacic."

Issak shrugged, taking my sample and placing it to the side. "Same thing. You're not from Earth, therefore you're an alien."

I frowned and rotated my arm, feeling slightly dizzy from the bloodloss. "Well, going by your logic, you're an alien too, since you're not from Glacion. So. Ha. Alien."

Issak glanced at me, his eyes unreadable as he smirked at me. "You're quite the spunky one, aren't you? My other subjects weren't so...open."

I gulped, glancing away from the other man. "What happened to the other subjects?" I asked, trying to appear nonchalant in my inquiry.

"They died." He replied flatly, making my heart skip a beat in fear.

"Did you...kill them?"

Issak shrugged, pushing me down on the table. My heart began racing when he grabbed an instrument I never seen before, a long tube like thing that was clear. "They were not compliant. Some of them didn't survive the initial shock. Others needed certain elements to live." He paused and looked at me, a twinkle in his eyes as he placed the giant tube by my neck. "You're certainly more compliant. So I'll try to make this experience as painless as possible."

My brows furrowed before I was assaulted by a pain so intense, it had me screaming as I writhed on the table, gasps escaping from my lips as my body heated up to a temperature I might not be able to survive. It felt like my skin was melting off as I whimpered, tears leaving my eyes as I cried from the pain. My vision dimmed and I could no longer hold on as I slipped into the void.