I couldn't believe the number of rooms in this section filled with children who looked to be three years to maybe ten years old. There were windows to the rooms most likely for examination purposes while the rooms themselves had mattresses laid out with different toys around them. They seemed okay but you could see one of their ears have a metal hoop on their helix showing different colored lights on each child. Like a tag.
"We need to help them once we get Delilah." Izzy looked at the children through the two-way mirror, "Are you sure we can handle escaping with this many children? There are still more rooms going further." She was right. There are too many of them and they will only slow us down. My family has to come first.
I'm such a fucking asshole. A weak one at that. "Once we return home, we will help as many as possible. For now, we leave but we will come back," my heart sank the more rooms we passed by but I had to.
Little me showed up running slightly behind Izzy and this time he had on a red shirt with matching shorts but with dirty white socks on. I ignored him knowing I'd be branded crazy if I talked to him in front of her. Then again I could already be labeled crazy. Well, at least he isn't naked anymore.
We came to the end of the hall where there was a double door with bright lights shining through the cracks. Here we go. I signaled for Izzy to stay by the door out of sight to watch my back then I silently pushed it open to peek inside. It was like an operating room equipped with a glass balcony for people to sit and observe the disgusting things they must do in here.
On the table laid Delilah unconscious also dressed in the beige outfit like Izzy. She wasn't restrained like I was so maybe they just underestimated her. I shook her but no reaction so maybe they used the same drug on her. I cleaned the scalpel I had then aligned it with her thigh taking a deep breath before stabbing through her pretty skin.
Her eyes snapped open instantly as she yelled out of the pain. "Why did you hurt me!" She seemed so surprised by the wound but I didn't have time to waste since the alarms were cut off, "I'll explain on the way but come on we have to go." Since I knew she couldn't really move yet I carried her on my back but a slight pain started from my lower back to the bottom of my stomach. Not good.
Izzy ran in front of us while I jogged trying to keep a clear mind of our situation. We were about four out of five floors underground and there were six floors above ground. Elevators and stairs are death traps so next is the air shafts or pipes. Fuck we don't have much on our defense either. I felt Delilah tug at my shoulder motioning me to put her down.
"I tried to get out earlier but I messed up. There's an air shaft in the next hall that leads to the first floor where we can find the dump chute leading to the sewers." The sewers weren't a bad idea but I know not to tell Izzy what we will be going through before she refuses in which I'll have to knock her out, "Okay let's go but don't tell Izzy." She nodded her head and the look in her green eyes was familiar but she had already walked away before I could get a clear look at them.
She stopped Izzy from going further as she explained how we found a way out which of course she left the details outs. "I've been meaning to ask but why are you wearing that kind of undies?"
I looked at Delilah with a blush creeping up my face I mean it's not like I wanted to wear them! "Forget the underwear, we need to leave," I said slowly squatting down so I can remove the screws with the scalpel.
I felt my babies moving as if they were excited about something and I don't know if I like that feeling right now. All of a sudden we heard the elevator down the hall moving as the numbers counted down nearing our floor. The last screw was off as Delilah help take off the vent. Izzy rushed to crawl inside and then Delilah as the elevator was only two floors away.
When it dinged open I was already tightly squeezed inside screwing on the lid so nothing seems suspicious. My body shook in fear while the guards walked by us holding guns with a targeting laser on them.
By the time they were at the end of the hall, I motioned for them to start scooting down as I had to scoot backward. The walls around us were very cold and only seemed to get colder the further we went. "Shouldn't be too long now. We should be getting to the shaft that goes upwards," Delilah said as she kept looking back to check on me. A four-way vent we crossed gave me the chance to change positions to look up ahead and indeed we were able to make it to the vertical shaft leading up.
Also, not a good time to be pregnant, " It looks like every eighteen to twenty feet there are horizontal vents for us to take a breather. Delilah should go first since she can fit more easily," Delilah and Izzy traded places so she can begin to crawl up. A sigh left me knowing this was going to take a good amount of strength out of me.
Del finally got to the top looking through the vent and signaling us to keep silent. We waited not hearing a thing pass by as we passed the scalpel to Del so she can pop it open. I was able to see her crawl through successfully as Izzy made her way up as well also getting out just fine. I don't think I've been this sore since I first started training but thankfully I was able to pull my weight to make it through.
Next was....the sewers. I looked down at Del and just hugged her. She was taken by surprise but hugged me back as best as she could, "Why the sudden affection?" "Something just told me to hug you and let you know everything will be okay." She seemed happy but went back to her serious face, "Let's get out of here so we can go eat like piggy's."
Izzy pulled our hands, "We don't have much time. I thought I felt the floor vibrating so there must be others near us. Where do we go next?? Do you think we can make it?" Del made hand gestures signaling we only had to cross two hallways to get to the room holding the escape route to the sewers.
" We are going to crawl through a tunnel then we will most definitely make it back home and I promise not to throw your shit out of my house," I whispered to her following Dels' lead. It was nerve-wracking crossing the hallways but we successfully dodged a few guards the first one and I was able to snap a man's neck to get his lab coat.
The coat was to help cover my body but his badge could help us out in getting info later on. The badge had the name Luna Corp. on it but I didn't recognize the brand nor did it have any individuality as most do. Del signed we were almost there and the thought excited me of being this much closer to home even if we had to crawl through shit.
Just a little more. Just a little more. Almost......no there were guards with big guns walking our way through the narrow hallway. Quickly we all turned around running with Izzy taking my hand in hers and Del running in front. Why. We were so close. So fucking close.
"This way! Let's hide in here," Del whispered yelled out to us since the guards had yet to see us in time. "Wait," I wanted her to wait because we don't know what these rooms hold but she already disappeared through the door. We pushed through closing the door behind locking it as we huffed trying to catch our breath.
"Angel!" We turned around at the sound of my codename but Izzy yelled out in pain as her knees gave out. I tried to hold her so she couldn't hit the floor and saw her heels have been cut.
They were cut by the little green-eyed girl holding a scalpel with blood dripping. The one I had wanted to call family.
Why? "Why did you do that?!" Izzy cried from the pain as she held onto me and we jumped as a glass two-way mirror was being lifted up. Behind it, a woman with green eyes and blonde hair stood there wearing a business suit as other guards stood beside her including Killshot.
I couldn't help the tears escape as I sunk to the ground but not from frustration or betrayal. It was mom. No. No! Mom is dead! Who is this? Why are you wearing my mother's face?
"Who are you!" She tsked, "Come here, Delilah." Del went over without hesitation standing next to the woman as she patted her, "Such a good girl." What is this? What's going on?
I scooted as back as I could to the door with Izzy still sobbing in my arms. "Ahem, it's so nice to see you again my dear nephew. Clarissa Blackwood is a name I'm sure you won't forget," she said walking closer to me till she was two feet away. My aunt is dead though, "You filthy liar! My aunt is dead. Who are you really?"
She smirked kneeling down on one knee, "You may have your mother's features but I can see the parts of your father you inherited. Rebecca had the mark of a Submissive but Justin was a regular person with no marks," her face turned serious as she grabbed me by the hair. "You and that mother fucking asshat ruined his beautiful face. He fucking shot him in the face!
Do you have any idea how much I loved that man? He loved me too and was supposed to be with me but that slut seduced him forcing a marriage." She slammed my head back on the door still gripping it roughly, "You're a slut just like her. Making him have sex with you. You fucking fag. I hate you but I won't kill you because you and those babies were made of his blood and love.
Once they are born they will be mine and you will belong to him so don't worry he will fill you up every day to your heart's content," she said motioning over to Killshot who only smirked wickedly.
Does she think my babies are my fathers? Taking them away? No. No. No! "You are not taking my children away and my parents loved each other so what the hell is wrong with you?" She slammed my head against the door repeatedly until I was dizzy with blood dripping down my head.
She will keep my babies alive as long as she thinks they are his babies. What if she does a test? "I'm going to use you as an incubator for these babies and you are going to get me pregnant too. To think, I get all his children and get pregnant by his son. If only he were here so I could have the two of you to myself. All the fun we could've had," she let me go motioning for them to get Izzy. This lady is sick! What is wrong with everyone around me!
Izzy screamed out to me as we tried to hold onto each other, "Leave her alone! She hasn't done anything and isn't involved!" They held me at bay pointing a taser at me as they dragged her away. " Just being a sibling of a man who murdered my love is enough reason to kill her." Clarissa sat down on a chair brought in for her as she stared at me, " Look it won't mean much if you just kill her. So when I'm ready make her a sex slave too with me. It will be more fun to see Zach's expression when he sees his sister used and abused, don't you think?"
Take the bait. Please God let her. She thought about it looking at Delilah then back at me, " You might be right. In two weeks I'm taking them out of you and you both will be pushed to the limits because I want to kill that motherfucker after he's been hurt."
I kept my eyes on Delilah asking myself why she stabbed me in the back, "Skylar, I want you to meet Delilah Reed. Your sister. I'm still thinking about whether I should get pregnant from you or if she should to keep the bloodline in the family pure."
My eyes widened as my head shook side to side, "Lies!" "It's very easy to control someone when you intoxicate them enough with booze and pills. I'll admit it took a while for him to call out my name when I had to shout at him for mixing me up with Rebecca but to think years later he still calls out her name then yours before he can even register to say my name. He saved me the trouble of messing with his mind through the years after she died but why you two before me.
How horrifying it felt to know his own son seduced him to at a young age. You make me sick thinking how you must have played innocent to trick him only to get him killed after you used him to get children."
This bitch is fucking crazy! I don't even know what to say at this point because she can kill me and Izzy. What do I do? What can I do than to sit here and be called a whore who apparently wished at a young age to be raped and impregnated by my own father supposedly. This woman blames me and my mother and holds my father victim to us.
What kind of sick joke is this? I don't even want to hear any more of this. Don't wanna. Don't wanna. I won't. Delilah is my sister? That would mean this happened while my mother was in the hospital. She hadn't even passed yet. My head only seemed to get dizzier and dizzier and my babies were making a fuss again.
The next thing I knew, Killshot was carrying me as he walked through the hallways talking to me about who knows what because it was as if I couldn't hear anything while my vision went in and out.
My mind tried to register all the information that was just thrown at me all at once. I had a half-sister who's also my cousin. My aunt must have faked her death. Everyone in my family is fucking sick and psychotic.
It made me sick just thinking about everything that happened so far and I tried to suppress the urge to vomit. "Hey, kid, wanna hear another thing," he asked while kicking a door open revealing the room I was in before, "Your mother died because a certain lady tipped off the Vernons who your dads' weakness is and where. Something extra to think about while you suffer here and do nothing but be used by us to spread your legs open.
It's a shame this is happening to someone as young and perky as you but if you are lucky maybe once your skin is all loose you'll catch a disease and die. Maybe we can train the little bastards and send them to kill their fathers unknowingly. How lucky I can be to be able to fuck you and one of your kids." He kept rambling on and on while cuffing my ankle to a long chain that connected to the bed.
His rambling faded while I just sat there because it was as if anytime someone spoke, there was more being revealed with worse details. I bolted up running to the toilet puking what little I had in my stomach to the point where it was just clear burning liquid. By the time I was done, I was thankfully alone in the room.
Time passed where minutes turned to hours and I had no idea whether it was day or night but I kept sleeping as if it was all a dream that would all go away once I really woke up. What is Zach feeling right now? What am I feeling right now? If I'm being honest I want to die. More than when I was abused by my father or when I realized mother was no longer on earth.
My children. Would they really send my children to kill the boys? Would they be able to tell they are our children before trying to kill them in return?
There was a clanking noise before the door opened where some doctors and guards walked to my side of the bed. I silently watched them but my body no longer wanted to move nor did I have the mental strength to want to. I'm sure a couple of days have passed meaning the chances of finding us were as slim as a hair so there was no need to even think about fighting.
There is no reasonable chance I can muster up to convince myself to fight. The doctors tried to speak to me but I only imagined myself alone in the room.
I'm alone. It