Hybrid

【I】Mornings News

I.

The morning sun blinded my eyes as my curtains were drawn open by the same mechanical arm that drew them every morning, at the set time. I moaned as I squirmed around in my bed sheets, entangling myself like a caterpillar before slipping off the edge causing me to thud to the ground.

I grunted as I slowly lifted myself up from the disturbingly fake, padded floor while rubbing my shoulder and blowing stray strands of hair from my face.

"Hybrid number 033501 to the lounge immediately!" A loud and cold voice screeched on the P.A system. I let out a slight smile as my vision regained it's clear self,

"Who ticked her off so early?" I smirked as I fought to break out of the warm sheets.

The room seemed like a gorgeous place to live in, but looks can be more than deceiving. The nude pink walls and pasty yellow curtains always set my mood off, as well as the all-to-clean pearly white carpets I swear they polish every hour. It was like I was locked in a prissy jail cell were I wasn't even able to hurt my feet.

Except that this was my reality; God forbid a precious hybrid got hurt.

Just the thought of being locked away from civilization left a foul taste in my mouth. Yeup, this is my life. locked in a stupid facility controlled by a group of workers known as "S.H.E." cute name you'd think right? Except it meant "Slaughter Hybrids Eternally," and as a hybrid myself, that name isn't as cute as it was before you knew truth of the acronym.

Good thing now is that they don't slaughter us so called hybrids anymore. Oh no, that was far too painless for their sick, sadistic minds.

Now they use as as their marionettes, their little play puppets for their own beneficial experiments. Which could be arguable whether it is actually better than just killing us.

I mean why give us false hope of someday surviving despite all the labs, cynical suffering, and torture when we all know it's pointless? Why not just end it all with one simple whisk of a bullet, dose of poison, slice through the neck? Though I shamelessly admit that I'm apart of those stupid hybrids which still feel we have a chance of survival and escaping.

Pathetic, I know.

I exhaled a depressed sigh, pausing my thoughts as I got dressed. Having my own opinion and feelings about things would just get me into another science lab, which is the last place anyone would want to be.

Besides solitary that is. If there's one room which can make you feel utterly insane... It's that one.

Hurriedly, I zipped up my dark ripped jeans and pulled over a light grey tank, my hair in a long black ponytail as straight as ironed drapery. I smiled weakly in the mirror. 'Just last another day.' I thought before tearing my hazel-green eyes off my reflection and towards my destination.

Heading down the halls towards the lounge always gave me the creeps. You could always see the other hybrids aching about in their so-called 'rooms' and it got worse towards the upper levels where they kept the younger children, about seven to twelve years young.

Quickly, I opened the door to the lounge to see three other hybrids already there. I was late, again, though that didn't matter since our dear queen Mrs. Sullavin, the current owner of the facility, and her stuck-up daughter Aurora hadn't arrived yet.

I sat across from a girl with corkscrew copper hair and dazzling powder blue eyes. I was always jealous of the colour of her eyes, but I never said anything about it.

She waved as she looked at me, trying not to show off her million dollar smile.

"Morning Sienna." She perked happily as she leaned down on the hot pink beanbag she was seated on. She patted the neon green one beside her, motioning for me to sit.