Madeleine's heartbeat increased, a horrible scream erupting from within her lips as she jolted awake from a nightmare where her Tate was dying all over again, right before she got caught and raped by those disgusting scavengers.
Her breath came out in short and laboured pants, feeling her skin sticky and damp with sweat as her eyelids fluttered for a few moments, adjusting to the bright light coming from above.
An explosion of white greeted her as soon as she looked around, taking in the bare white walls, apart from the small round table and single bed she was sitting on, ultimately noticing the fourth wall was actually mirror-made as she caught herself staring at her own reflection, only now noticing what she was wearing.
She was only dressed in a simple white tank top and a pair of white cotton underwear instead of wearing her raggedy jeans and hoodie like she were in those last awake moments, the thought of that alien undressing her making her shudder unpleasantly.
Slowly and hesitantly, she approached the mirror wall and inspected her appearance into it, noticing that besides the fact that she was covered in small bruises and tiny cuts, her hair and body was actually clean, for the first time in years.
She stared at her unevenly cut hair for a moment, reminiscing the day Tate tried to give her a nice and decent haircut but ended up turning it into a wild, dark brown mess instead.
She broke into an audible sob at the thought of her Tate, that horrible image of him motionlessly dangling into their Cammie now pushing to the front of her mind again.
She wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand and started searching for a door or any kind of exit out of this stupid room, her heart-rate increasing as soon as she realized that there wasn't any.
Breathing faster and faster, she helplessly turned around like a cornered prey, panic settling into her body as she suddenly felt so trapped, effectively suffocating.
"NOOO!"
She screamed from the top of her lungs, pulling at the roots of her hair, unaware of the audience present right behind that mirror wall.
"Okay, let's not make our guest go crazy from the very first day," Dr. Nasri commented as she watched the girl go into a full-blown panic attack, Dr. Nazarov and the BloodHound remaining completely silent as they watched. Well, not that the latter would ever say anything. Hell, they weren't even sure if he could even speak since they had never heard a BloodHound speak before.
Dr. Nasri grabbed the tray of food sitting on a table nearby and went to touch the sensor and open the otherwise invisible door leading to Madeleine's room, abruptly interrupting her from her mad crying.
The girl blankly stared as she watched the woman wearing a white coat enter the room through a some sort of invisible glass door, holding a tray of what appeared to be food.
She warily stared at her, choosing to take a few defensive steps back. She didn't know what to expect after all. Hell, she didn't even know why she was here in the first place.
"Hi, how are you feeling today?" Dr. Nasri asked her in a kind and calm manner as she placed the tray of food over the small round table.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" The girl immediately fired back as she climbed over the bed like some feral cat.
"My name is Neylani Nasri," The woman answered back, expressing a small smile.
"What's your name?" She asked the girl.
"M-Madeleine Cross," The girl hesitantly answered, shifting her gaze between the young woman and the tray of food.
"Are you hungry, Madeleine?" Dr. Nasri asked, noticing the way the girl's large blue eyes shifted between her and the tray.
The girl avoided to answer as she most definitely didn't trust her.
What if they drugged her or worse like poisoning her?
"Why am I here? What do you want from me?" She pressed yet again, not failing to notice the way the young woman’s dark gaze shifted uncomfortably before she expressed that stupid fake smile again.
“Everything will be alright, Madeleine. We just need a few samples from your blood for the cure. That’s all. We still haven’t developed the right formula since we couldn’t find the perfect candidate before. But now that you’re here, I think we might have a chance!”
“What? B-but I’m not-“
“Yes you are honey. You are a Negative. Congratulations!” The young doctor cut her off before she could even finish her sentence, giving her another idiotic smile before she hurried and exited the room, once again leaving her all alone, completely shocked.
Few days passed yet the girl didn't even dare touch the food, despite the fact that she was basically starving.She anxiously paced the room like a restless lion in its cage, her stomach cramping in protest as she held an internal battle with herself, torn between the hunger and the fear of what could possibly happen to her if she ate it.Oh fuck it."Are you sure she's ready?" Dr. Nasri asked her co-worker as they watched the girl crazily pace around her room."Well, she's completely healed, and we cannot waste anymore time, you know that," Sasha answered matter-of-factly, giving his co-worker a look.Dr. Nasri blew out a tired breath,"Well let's hope that this one will survive," She crossed her fingers whilst hopefully looking at the girl.The other experiments didn't exactly succeed as they couldn't even survive the first three months of pregnancy; the BloodHounds' offsprings being way too powerful and life-draining for their Earth-raised bodies. That is if they somehow survived b
Madeleine sat over the bed, her back resting in between the two corners of the room as she held her knees close to her chest.Her tortured mind kept reeling back to those hazy moments, reminiscing that stabbing pain as that alien monster forced his way into her, the way he held her as he invaded her body and that last, unbelievably intense and overwhelming sensation...Help me...Those words kept repeating themselves into her mind, making her fret as she incessantly wondered why did he whisper those words to her.Help him with what?How could she?She was the one trapped, locked into that stupid room for torture, not the other way around!Her gaze narrowed as she looked at the mirror wall, a wave of anger surging within her.She had to do something. She had to escape somehow. She could not let these monsters torture her and drive her any more insane.She was going to fight. No matter what.She had to at least try. She owed it to herself.And Tate.Another stray tear fell from the corn
Dr. Nasri sat right next to the sterile white countertop, taking notes as she observed on the screen the reaction between a chemical compound and a small Negative blood sample while the BloodHound stood in his usual spot, frozen like a statue and arm at ready, since he was also her designated guardian.The habitual silence stretching through the lab got mildly interrupted as the small hissing sound of the glass door sliding open tore through, indicating that someone has entered.The BloodHound remained unmoving as Dr. Nazarov stormed inside, wearing an unsatisfied frown plastered over his juvenile features."She is still not impregnated yet..." He informed his colleague with a sigh, running a hand through his blonde locks in utter frustration."What? How?" Neylani's dark brows shot up with evident confusion since they had never even heard of such thing happening before.The BloodHounds were creatures designated to succeed in every single aspect, their bodies being genetically enhanced
Madeleine sat on her knees over the bed, her awaiting food long forgotten as she stared at herself through the mirror wall, her gaze unfocused as those words still repeated themselves within her mind, over and over again.Help me stop this...Was he somehow a prisoner too?She couldn't help but wonder, a frown marring her features as she stared at the same wall long and hard.Why were these people doing this anyway? What did they really want from her? Aside from sending that alien monster to have his way with her and keeping her captive within these walls, they hadn't done anything else to her. Yet.She shuddered as her mind pictured various scenarios where she was being tortured and prodded at, making her involuntarily wrap her arms around herself for some sort of protection.She wanted to escape so badly... But how could she?She didn't even have a single tool she could use since her eating ustensils were made out of some sort of organic cardboard -aside from the steel tray, which s
"Come with me,"She hesitated as she stared at the intimidating creature before her, letting out another frightened scream as the lights suddenly turned red, a loud alarm blaring through the building.Knowing what that meant, the BloodHound immediately let go of the gentle and calm pleading and shot forward to just grab her instead, earning himself another scream as he threw her over his shoulder and started moving as fast as he could.There was such little time.The frail little human being kept struggling and crying over his back as he shattered a glass door with just a strong kick, his gloved hand hovering above the gun strapped to his thigh as his eyes quickly scanned the area for any threats.All clear.The shards of glass crunched under his combat boots as he stepped past the threshold and fastly moved down the hallway, dead set on his destination; the pods.However, as soon as they reached another corner, he abruptly stopped as he could hear the sounds of heavily breathing, bei
What kinds of monsters were these people?She wondered as the BloodHound kept dragging her after him, down a hallway and to the left, then to the right and so on, her mind slightly dizzy and her feet aching as she struggled to keep up.And why the sudden change? Why would this creature want to save her?Her gaze momentarily fell to that gloved hand wrapped around her wrist, failing to even notice when he had suddenly taken a halt, her forehead inevitably smacking against his bare back.She stumbled back with an "oof", mildly rubbing her forehead before she took a step and warily peered from behind his broad shoulder, noticing that same young woman she'd only seen once before into her sterile prison along with a young male she'd never seen before.Both looked pretty shocked as their gazes kept shifting between her and the BloodHound, the latter wasting but a single breath before he expertly pulled out that gun strapped to his thigh and pointed it straight at them, making the dark-skinn
Lights flickered on as soon as he set foot inside the pod, the feeble human being wildly trembling in his arms as he carried her towards the center console and placed her in a seat."No, I can't do this!" He heard her whimper as soon as he moved to occupy his seat as well, his sharp senses detecting a sudden increase in her cortisol and adrenaline levels as he watched her make a dash straight towards the still open hatch.Yet before she could set foot past the threshold, she suddenly froze in place for a moment as she noticed the small group of soldiers passing through the first set of double sliding doors. And with a small and frightened scream she turned around and ran straight back to him, hiding behind his broad back like a scared little infant just as he pushed a certain button, effectively sealing the hatch shut.Madeleine's breath came out in short and harsh puffs, her eyelids tightly closed as she could hear the faint sounds of shots being fired at the sealed hatch.Her hands
She watched him detach that safety shield away from his bare torso, the action causing an involuntary startle wrack throughout her body as her mind casually registered the fact that they were alone, and trapped within the metal confinement for an unknown period of time.There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.She was practically at his mercy, their staggering difference in height and strength creating a certain unease constantly present within her, the history of their previous encounters only making her feel even more guarded, regardless of his last actions and words."S-so how long until we get there, t-to Proxima Centauri?" She nervously asked as she watched him approach, mildly flinching the moment his gloved hands landed on her shield to take it off."Precisely a week, in Earth time," He cooly answered, his galaxy eyes already following her every movement and reaction.He slowly took a few retracting steps, allowing her the safe space her overwrought mind needed, immediately t