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taking a deep breath, she managed to mutter, “Are you going to kill me?”
Very human eyes stared from the reptilian face. “Depends. Are you going to try and kill me?”
Given he towered over her and had big teeth and claws? “Probably not.” She remembered enough to know a touch of his claws or tongue and he’d inject enough paralytic poison to incapacitate her.
“Then we both shall live another day. Pity.”
He sounded quite put out about the whole surviving part. “Who are you?”
“Ace. I work here.” As he explained, he tugged the collar around his neck. Ringed and seamless in appearance, she’d heard enough from Renny to know Bittech used them to command the shifters, using pain as their whip.
A crappy thing to do. And yet, despite that, it hadn’t stopped one of those guys from trying to do the right thing.
“Are you the guy who helped Cynthia’s friend, Aria?”
A slight flare of his nostrils and a smidgen of wider eyes. Melanie could see his lips mouth the word no, a word Ace orated aloud. “No. Not me. The bird flew the coop on her own.”
He lied. But why? It took her only another second to remember the cameras. Shit.
I really need to remind myself I’m on a sick version of reality television where my every move and word is watched.
Not saying anything, though, would appear suspicious. Surely some basic discourse was allowed. She couldn’t exactly nod and smile all the freaking time. She started with an obvious question.
“Were you always like this?” The query shamed her almost the moment it left her lips.
How rude of her to assume he suffered a deformity. Perhaps he enjoyed his hybrid shape. Half-man in shape, with two legs and arms. He wore clothing, pants and a shirt, which seemed at odds with other reports that claimed they wore nothing.
“And its balls and man thing are hidden,” Renny confided.
“Then how could you know it’s a male?” Melanie queried as she used nail polish remover on the marker on the wall.
“You can tell.”
Renny proved correct. No mistaking Ace for anything less than male. And he seemed familiar somehow.
He also answered her question before she could recant it.
“Are you asking if I was born a monster?” The lips turned down on the reptilian face, a human mannerism that made him seen less alien. “It doesn’t really matter now, does it? I know what people see when they look at me, and there is nothing I can do to change it.”
Such sadness in those words. “Maybe doctors could…” Her sentence halted.
With a coil of his hind legs, Ace leaped into the air, unfurling mighty wings with a canvas snap. The wings caught an air stream. They filled and let him soar above. With a hard sweep, he shot higher before banking and flying out of sight.
The night returned to its normal silence. The playing of a radio from somewhere, the occasional sharp bark of laughter as some people went about their lives as if they weren’t all fucked.
Like totally fucked.
How am I going to get myself and my babies out of here?
Climb. There wasn’t a fence that existed she couldn’t scale. Her cat had no doubt they could do it, yet what of her little ones? They couldn’t move into their cat self yet. They were agile, and fearless. However, they would be limited by their age and their bodies.
But I can’t leave without them.
The dilemma burned. I’m their mother. I’m all they have. I have to fix this. She wasn’t so desperate, though, as to not realize she needed help.
Daryl would move heaven and earth for her in a second if she asked. Maybe she could get to a phone and call him.
And how will he know where to go?
Good question since she hadn’t the slightest clue where they were. When she’d obeyed Andrew’s instructions to come, she’d obeyed all too well. She’d been handed a hood, and worn it, trying not to panic under the material. She also tried to not blow a fuse until she found her boys. There was a time and place for anger. And when
Very human eyes stared from the reptilian face. “Depends. Are you going to try and kill me?”
Given he towered over her and had big teeth and claws? “Probably not.” She remembered enough to know a touch of his claws or tongue and he’d inject enough paralytic poison to incapacitate her.
“Then we both shall live another day. Pity.”
He sounded quite put out about the whole surviving part. “Who are you?”
“Ace. I work here.” As he explained, he tugged the collar around his neck. Ringed and seamless in appearance, she’d heard enough from Renny to know Bittech used them to command the shifters, using pain as their whip.
A crappy thing to do. And yet, despite that, it hadn’t stopped one of those guys from trying to do the right thing.
“Are you the guy who helped Cynthia’s friend, Aria?”
A slight flare of his nostrils and a smidgen of wider eyes. Melanie could see his lips mouth the word no, a word Ace orated aloud. “No. Not me. The bird flew the coop on her own.”
He lied. But why? It took her only another second to remember the cameras. Shit.
I really need to remind myself I’m on a sick version of reality television where my every move and word is watched.
Not saying anything, though, would appear suspicious. Surely some basic discourse was allowed. She couldn’t exactly nod and smile all the freaking time. She started with an obvious question.
“Were you always like this?” The query shamed her almost the moment it left her lips.
How rude of her to assume he suffered a deformity. Perhaps he enjoyed his hybrid shape. Half-man in shape, with two legs and arms. He wore clothing, pants and a shirt, which seemed at odds with other reports that claimed they wore nothing.
“And its balls and man thing are hidden,” Renny confided.
“Then how could you know it’s a male?” Melanie queried as she used nail polish remover on the marker on the wall.
“You can tell.”
Renny proved correct. No mistaking Ace for anything less than male. And he seemed familiar somehow.
He also answered her question before she could recant it.
“Are you asking if I was born a monster?” The lips turned down on the reptilian face, a human mannerism that made him seen less alien. “It doesn’t really matter now, does it? I know what people see when they look at me, and there is nothing I can do to change it.”
Such sadness in those words. “Maybe doctors could…” Her sentence halted.
With a coil of his hind legs, Ace leaped into the air, unfurling mighty wings with a canvas snap. The wings caught an air stream. They filled and let him soar above. With a hard sweep, he shot higher before banking and flying out of sight.
The night returned to its normal silence. The playing of a radio from somewhere, the occasional sharp bark of laughter as some people went about their lives as if they weren’t all fucked.
Like totally fucked.
How am I going to get myself and my babies out of here?
Climb. There wasn’t a fence that existed she couldn’t scale. Her cat had no doubt they could do it, yet what of her little ones? They couldn’t move into their cat self yet. They were agile, and fearless. However, they would be limited by their age and their bodies.
But I can’t leave without them.
The dilemma burned. I’m their mother. I’m all they have. I have to fix this. She wasn’t so desperate, though, as to not realize she needed help.
Daryl would move heaven and earth for her in a second if she asked. Maybe she could get to a phone and call him.
And how will he know where to go?
Good question since she hadn’t the slightest clue where they were. When she’d obeyed Andrew’s instructions to come, she’d obeyed all too well. She’d been handed a hood, and worn it, trying not to panic under the material. She also tried to not blow a fuse until she found her boys. There was a time and place for anger. And when
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