Caution Is Calling
Fear of the Mission.
I awoke with the cold trickle of death's breath running down my spine. My forehead rested against a cold, concrete floor, but my head was still so fuzzy from the injection that I couldn't comprehend where I was or how I got there. The only thing I knew for sure that this place was no good. My gut was begging me to get up and run away, and the goose-bumps trailing from my back to my arms was enough to make me hold my breath.
Blinking away the glaze over my eyes, I made sense of a light danling from the center of the tiled ceiling. It had no home, it was just a single bulb that offered too much light for my tender orbs.
Gazing over the rest of the area, I caught a glimpse of several silver objects strewn across what appeared to be a kitchen counter. However, even in my almost-drunken-state, I knew I wasn't lucky enough to be in someone's kitchen. No old lady would welcome me with food and a cold drink. I was being held captive in a cold room underground.
The instruments on the counter held my attention for a while. I couldn't tell what they were and I honestly didn't want to know. It was the fear that those silver things, whatever they were, would be used to torture me, that gave me enough strength to prop myself up on one elbow.
This decision was almost regretful. The room began to spin around me, making my stomach flip, but the pain coming from my neck made even that seem like a small problem. With the arm that wasn't holding my weight, I moved my hand to touch the swollen, broken skin near my collar bone. Though I couldn't see the wound, I knew I was bruised. I also assumed that, since I was alive, I'd been drugged.
But what about Zack?
Instinct told me that he wasn't the one who had dragged me here, that he didn't rescue me from the strange man who attempted to hurt me. Wherever he was, he'd probably been drugged, too. With the knowing that I needed to find him, I fought the pain and the spinning room enough to bring myself to a sitting position.
From here, the world didn't spin so much. The bulb danling in the center of the room still hurt my eyes, but it was no longer trying to put me back to sleep. Still, I couldn't make sense of much else in the room, not even enough to figure out what those silver objects were. Listening for any movement around me, I exhaled a deep breath and reminded myself that the drugs in my system had to go away at some point.
No footsteps came my way. No mumbling, no slamming doors, no slurred Zack and surely no kind old woman with a warm dinner.
I took it upon myself to attempt to stand up. My legs didn't want to hold my weight and I cracked my knees against the concrete several times, but on my sixth attempt, I stumbled back into the wall which proved to be strong enough to keep me upright.
Feeling like I could breathe a little better, I let my hands dance over my body, feeling for the candy bars I'd hidden away. I needed more strength. However, what I found was enough to make me cringe. There were no sweets in my pockets because there were no clothes on my back. I was nude, exposed to whomever had stolen me away.
Embarrassment put a frown on my face and my hands did their best to cover my breasts. Panic was starting to take over, so I used my two seconds of freedom to scan the counter that had spooked me only moments earlier. It seemed that I was in a dentists office. My eyes were still blurred, so I couldn't really trust them, but I know for a fact a saw a needle in the mess.
"Don't be ashamed. You have a lovely body. The best I've seen in months." My heart skipped a beat as I slowly turned my head to the right. The only area of the room I hadn't bothered to glimpse at, and a stranger had been sitting patiently, watching me the whole time. "Compared to everyone else I've had the pleasure of meeting, you've kept yourself well fed. That shouldn't surprise me, though, should it? The simple fact that you were as heavily drugged as you were and you've managed to stand up and scope out the room.. Well, darling, you're a fighter."
"Z..Zaa.." My voice was weak and hoarse. I didn't have enough energy to speak clearly through my numb lips. I furrowed my brows and pulled my shoulders closer together, ashamed of myself.
"The young lad that was with you?" The man stood up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "No worries, darling, we've got a lovely crew of nurses tending to his wounds. He wasn't as trusting as you were. He ran to your side and tried to shake some life back into you, so by the time Jones joined him, he tried to knock him off his feet. Thankfully, it only took on hit to the face to knock him out. He's a big guy, but he goes out easy."
My heart dropped to my guts. Knowing that Zack had been beaten, because of me, it made me feel like shit. Whoever this man was, I didn't find him as trusting as the man with the gun. Only one force was driving me and that was finding Zack. Using all of the energy I had left, I flung myself across the room, desperately hoping my hand would come in contact with a door and freedom would show me the way.
In reality, I took two steps and hit the ground.
"Tsk-tsk, darling," the man sighed, bending down beside me so he could pull me up. His hands were smooth, but the idea of them touching my exposed flesh made me sick. He wrapped his fingers under my arms, brushing slightly against my breasts, and pulled me across the room only to lift me onto a table. "You have no need to fear me or my staff. I am a human, you are a human. By those terms alone we have much in common."
A groan escaped my lips, but nothing more. He slid me further onto the table and strapped my arms in place, high above my head. Then, he snaked his way to my legs. I was fearful by how slow he parted them, even more from how far up on my thighs he'd chosen to do so, but the only thing he did - Other than smile at my embarrassment - Was lock my legs into place on the table.
"Our mission here is to keep humans alive. We intend to kill as many of those beasts as we can, but on the chance that we fail, we will have another generation to follow after us. It's so rare to find survivors," he sighed, turning to the counter with a hand upon his cheek, "that once we find them, we must use them. You're a female, which means the must use you could bring to us is pro-creation."
At that, a lump formed in my throat. The only time I'd had a sexual encounter was with a man who was most likely dead. I did not want to be raped, or injected, to carry a child I would never have a chance to love.
"There are many men who want you, darling, but we find that the lad we caught you with might be of better use. He's strong and you're a fighter. You make a fantastic team. Just imagine how your children will be!"
Zack... Oh my, did I love that boy, but the thought of having a physical relationship with him - Forced or otherwise - literally brought tears to my eyes. Matt, if he's still alive out there with my baby sister, would never love me again. He'd be disgusted by me.
"You're too weak to carry a child right now, I'm afraid." I watched carefully as he pulled the needle from the counter and flicked the tip of it with his finger. Without even bothering to wipe my arm clean, he stabbed the damned thing into me so deep a muffled scream came from my lungs. "Sleep this off, all right? We'll keep you hydrated tonight, get some food in you tomorrow, clean you up.. And let lover boy have a night of good fun just after sunset."
Blinking away the glaze over my eyes, I made sense of a light danling from the center of the tiled ceiling. It had no home, it was just a single bulb that offered too much light for my tender orbs.
Gazing over the rest of the area, I caught a glimpse of several silver objects strewn across what appeared to be a kitchen counter. However, even in my almost-drunken-state, I knew I wasn't lucky enough to be in someone's kitchen. No old lady would welcome me with food and a cold drink. I was being held captive in a cold room underground.
The instruments on the counter held my attention for a while. I couldn't tell what they were and I honestly didn't want to know. It was the fear that those silver things, whatever they were, would be used to torture me, that gave me enough strength to prop myself up on one elbow.
This decision was almost regretful. The room began to spin around me, making my stomach flip, but the pain coming from my neck made even that seem like a small problem. With the arm that wasn't holding my weight, I moved my hand to touch the swollen, broken skin near my collar bone. Though I couldn't see the wound, I knew I was bruised. I also assumed that, since I was alive, I'd been drugged.
But what about Zack?
Instinct told me that he wasn't the one who had dragged me here, that he didn't rescue me from the strange man who attempted to hurt me. Wherever he was, he'd probably been drugged, too. With the knowing that I needed to find him, I fought the pain and the spinning room enough to bring myself to a sitting position.
From here, the world didn't spin so much. The bulb danling in the center of the room still hurt my eyes, but it was no longer trying to put me back to sleep. Still, I couldn't make sense of much else in the room, not even enough to figure out what those silver objects were. Listening for any movement around me, I exhaled a deep breath and reminded myself that the drugs in my system had to go away at some point.
No footsteps came my way. No mumbling, no slamming doors, no slurred Zack and surely no kind old woman with a warm dinner.
I took it upon myself to attempt to stand up. My legs didn't want to hold my weight and I cracked my knees against the concrete several times, but on my sixth attempt, I stumbled back into the wall which proved to be strong enough to keep me upright.
Feeling like I could breathe a little better, I let my hands dance over my body, feeling for the candy bars I'd hidden away. I needed more strength. However, what I found was enough to make me cringe. There were no sweets in my pockets because there were no clothes on my back. I was nude, exposed to whomever had stolen me away.
Embarrassment put a frown on my face and my hands did their best to cover my breasts. Panic was starting to take over, so I used my two seconds of freedom to scan the counter that had spooked me only moments earlier. It seemed that I was in a dentists office. My eyes were still blurred, so I couldn't really trust them, but I know for a fact a saw a needle in the mess.
"Don't be ashamed. You have a lovely body. The best I've seen in months." My heart skipped a beat as I slowly turned my head to the right. The only area of the room I hadn't bothered to glimpse at, and a stranger had been sitting patiently, watching me the whole time. "Compared to everyone else I've had the pleasure of meeting, you've kept yourself well fed. That shouldn't surprise me, though, should it? The simple fact that you were as heavily drugged as you were and you've managed to stand up and scope out the room.. Well, darling, you're a fighter."
"Z..Zaa.." My voice was weak and hoarse. I didn't have enough energy to speak clearly through my numb lips. I furrowed my brows and pulled my shoulders closer together, ashamed of myself.
"The young lad that was with you?" The man stood up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "No worries, darling, we've got a lovely crew of nurses tending to his wounds. He wasn't as trusting as you were. He ran to your side and tried to shake some life back into you, so by the time Jones joined him, he tried to knock him off his feet. Thankfully, it only took on hit to the face to knock him out. He's a big guy, but he goes out easy."
My heart dropped to my guts. Knowing that Zack had been beaten, because of me, it made me feel like shit. Whoever this man was, I didn't find him as trusting as the man with the gun. Only one force was driving me and that was finding Zack. Using all of the energy I had left, I flung myself across the room, desperately hoping my hand would come in contact with a door and freedom would show me the way.
In reality, I took two steps and hit the ground.
"Tsk-tsk, darling," the man sighed, bending down beside me so he could pull me up. His hands were smooth, but the idea of them touching my exposed flesh made me sick. He wrapped his fingers under my arms, brushing slightly against my breasts, and pulled me across the room only to lift me onto a table. "You have no need to fear me or my staff. I am a human, you are a human. By those terms alone we have much in common."
A groan escaped my lips, but nothing more. He slid me further onto the table and strapped my arms in place, high above my head. Then, he snaked his way to my legs. I was fearful by how slow he parted them, even more from how far up on my thighs he'd chosen to do so, but the only thing he did - Other than smile at my embarrassment - Was lock my legs into place on the table.
"Our mission here is to keep humans alive. We intend to kill as many of those beasts as we can, but on the chance that we fail, we will have another generation to follow after us. It's so rare to find survivors," he sighed, turning to the counter with a hand upon his cheek, "that once we find them, we must use them. You're a female, which means the must use you could bring to us is pro-creation."
At that, a lump formed in my throat. The only time I'd had a sexual encounter was with a man who was most likely dead. I did not want to be raped, or injected, to carry a child I would never have a chance to love.
"There are many men who want you, darling, but we find that the lad we caught you with might be of better use. He's strong and you're a fighter. You make a fantastic team. Just imagine how your children will be!"
Zack... Oh my, did I love that boy, but the thought of having a physical relationship with him - Forced or otherwise - literally brought tears to my eyes. Matt, if he's still alive out there with my baby sister, would never love me again. He'd be disgusted by me.
"You're too weak to carry a child right now, I'm afraid." I watched carefully as he pulled the needle from the counter and flicked the tip of it with his finger. Without even bothering to wipe my arm clean, he stabbed the damned thing into me so deep a muffled scream came from my lungs. "Sleep this off, all right? We'll keep you hydrated tonight, get some food in you tomorrow, clean you up.. And let lover boy have a night of good fun just after sunset."
Notes
We're not in present time with Zack and Riot yet, so don't fuss at me over everything still being italicized with them. Other comments, however, would absolutely make my day! <3.
Update! I absolutely love this! :)
7/29/14