Inhuman (8 page)

Noticing for the first time since I’d arrived; I was out of the cell and unsupervised. Without a guard watching my every move, it was suddenly strange to walk around without an armed chaperone.

For a moment, I just stood in the bathroom doorway and just observed my surroundings. I could see the lab technician studying my urine sample. He was sucking it up with a little eyedropper and dribbling it on some slides and papers.

The lab looked like any I’d seen at a hospital; centrifuges, shelves filled with boxes labeled ‘gloves’ and ‘syringes’, and vials of blood standing upright in little plastic trays.

I haven’t had a blood test in weeks. Whose blood is that?

I guess it was a little naïve of me to think that I was their only specimen, but I wondered if there were any more like me.

Tip-toeing away from the bathroom, my bare feet made quiet patting noises as my skin made contact with the white tile floor. Staying close to one wall, I moved down a secluded hallway. Fluorescent lights buzzed monotonously above me and reflected a blinding iridescence off the polished floor.

The hallway was long and wide with no identifying signs or pictures, just stark and bland.

Every so often I’d come across a closed door, not unlike the one on my own cell. I wondered if I should open one and have a look. Maybe there was someone just like me in there, afraid and alone.

Placing my hand on one of the door handles, I contemplated whether or not I should.

What if there’s a crazy person in there?

 Seemed
rather likely in this place. I’d only been here for a couple months and I’d already danced with the prince of insanity.

No happy endings in this place, I’m sure.

With my hand still on the door handle, I decided to take a chance.

Why not, got nothing to lose.

Holding the latch down with my thumb, I yanked the white door wide open.

“Oh my god!” The words fell from my lips as I searched for something to hold the door open with. Scanning the small room, I discovered a tray of empty food near the sink. Grabbing it without losing my grasp on the door, I wedged the tray between the frame and the self-closing door.

After securing my escape route, I rushed to the side of the restrained occupant. “Let me get you out of this!”

Ripping off the Velcro straps, I had an unpleasant flashback of Meyers and his disgusting antics. Pushing the disturbing thoughts to the back of my mind, I focused all my energy on the task at hand.

After freeing all four limbs, the patient sat up on the cot. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, thank you.” Ocean blue eyes stared back at me with deep gratitude as she massaged her swollen wrists. Stroking her shoulder-length blonde hair maternally, I surmised she couldn’t be much more than eight years old.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” I asked, seating myself beside her on the cot.

“Jessica.” She replied, her tiny voice hovering between shy and afraid.

“I’m Cassia.” I thrust my hand toward her eagerly. Moving her petite hand slowly towards me, she accepted my gesture. Feeling her warm little hand in mine nearly made me jump with joy. I felt like it had been years since I’d been touched gently by another human being.

“Why on earth do they have
you
here? You’re just a little girl!” I felt a lump form in my throat as my imagination flew in all directions. All I hoped was that she hadn’t had to endure the torturous tests and inhumanities that I’d lived through so far.

Uncertainty clouded her young expression as she searched my face with suspicion. I could understand her reluctance to trust strangers; this place quickly teaches a person that no one should be trusted.

Smiling at her, I hoped that I could gain her trust. Frankly, I was just ecstatic to have some normal company again. Apparently deciding to confide in me, she spoke quietly as though telling me her darkest secrets.

“I’m…’mune to everything.” Confused, I frowned as I tried to decipher what she meant. Thankfully, she chattered on while she reached up and began braiding a section of my long black hair.

“When I was in my mommy’s tummy, she had a bad disease called…” She pursed her little lips and scrunched up her face as she tried to recall. “AID.”

“AIDS?” I offered, my heart sinking as I foreshadowed her mother’s fate.

“Yup. But I didn’t get it.”

 My brow knitted together again. I’d heard of babies being born free of AIDS when their mother’s had it. It didn’t totally explain why they’d consider her immune to ‘everything’.

“Immune. He said they looked at my blood and it was…different.” My heart literally stopped. I could feel it pause as I held my breath, waiting for the next sentence.

“Do you have a birthmark…right here?” I touched my pointer finger to the center of my chest. I’m sure my heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it banging against my finger.

This could be the moment, the moment where I discovered I wasn’t truly an anomaly in this cruel and cold world.

That maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t alone.

Jessica opened her mouth to tell me the one thing I desired to know—whether or not she was like me. An alien among humans. An oddity in the world of the normal.

“I…” She uttered but was abruptly cut off by a man yelling just outside the door.

“Find her!” A male’s angry voice emanated from the hallway.

“Uh oh.” My heart began pounding under my ribcage as I wondered what they would do to me if they discovered me wandering about their secret facility.

“We have to get out of here.” I said in a hushed voice as I clutched Jessica by both shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes. Her eyes wide with fright, she nodded and we both got off her bed and walked carefully towards the door.

“Check every room!” The deep voice hollered.

Sliding my fingers between the door and frame, I bent over to remove the tray from its position. Cautious to be silent, I gently lay the tray on the floor and pushed it about two feet away from me.

Jessica whimpered lightly beside me as we heard several of the men in black run by, their dress shoes tapping on the polished hallway floor.

I’d never been a woman of faith, but I wasn’t above praying, especially at this moment. “Please, please help us.” I whispered just under my breath.

Ironically, within seconds of my impromptu appeal, one of the men shouted. “Check the north hallway!”

The frantic rapping of shoes faded into the distance. An eerie silence enveloped the hallway.

My pulse was racing so hard I could hear my blood rushing behind my eardrums. Carefully, I opened the door just a crack. Pressing my right eye against the sliver between the frame and the door, I scanned the hallway for movement. Satisfied that the hall was clear, I turned and offered Jessica my hand.

“Ready?” She nodded with obvious trepidation as I moved the door open slowly. Poking my head out, I looked back and forth down the hall quickly. Keeping Jessica safely behind me, we moved out from her room. Unsure as to which way to go, I paused for a breathless moment.

Which way?

Our survival could depend on just this one choice. Taking a deep breath, I chose to go to the left. Pulling Jessica out from the room with me, we moved forward into an uncertain fate.

The sound of our bare feet lightly slapping against the tile floor resonated throughout the hallway. Turning my head sharply, I glanced behind us to see if there was anyone there who might have seen us. Paranoia and fear intermingled in my system, making me feel nauseous.

Jessica followed along behind me; I could hear her attempting to control her breathing, fighting the panic, just like me. Stealthily, we moved through the long hallway until we came to an intersection. Pressing my back up against the wall, I motioned for Jessica to copy me. Complying a little too quickly, she practically slammed her back to the wall.

Giving her a compassionate look, I took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to peek around the corner. I could hear voices in the distance but couldn’t determine which direction they were coming from. Slowly, I turned my body and slid myself toward the corner. My right eye scanned the area. Seeing no one down either hall, I grabbed Jessica’s hand and led her across the intersection.

Row after row of white doors, just like the ones Jessica and I had been held in.

Do each of these have a prisoner?
My heart was heavy just thinking of all the stolen souls that could be trapped within these walls.

Constantly checking behind us, we jogged silently down the hallway. Narrowing my eyes to focus, I could see a door at the very end of the corridor—a metal door.

Quickening our pace, I could almost taste freedom. With Jessica huffing and puffing behind me, we finally reached it. Placing my hand on the cool metallic surface, tears welled in my eyes as I read the sign above it. Backlit with a hot red light, the letters leapt out at me as though screaming the words of my salvation.

EXIT.

Pushing the silver bar in the center of the door, I winced as the hinges squeaked in protest. Praying that there wasn’t an alarm that would scream as soon as I opened it, I sucked in a deep breath before I pushed.

“Hey!” I heard the sound of angry men yelling and running up behind us. Jessica screamed and pulled on the back of my jumpsuit. Turning my head sharply, I saw five agents in black sprinting for our location.

Agent Meyers was in the lead.

Making eye contact with him, I saw fury behind his eyes. Giving him a defiant glare, I shoved my shoulder into the door as hard as I could. A piercing pain shot down my arm as the big metal door flung wide open.

Air. Sunshine. Wind.

All the elements which I’d been deprived of for so long rushed to greet me.

I didn’t care what happened at this point. I didn’t care if I died anymore. Feeling the rays of the sun kiss my face for the first time in months was heaven enough.

My maternal instincts, however, kicked in with another scream from Jessica. Bolting from the facility, I pulled Jessica along as I ran across an asphalt-covered yard. Littered with army vehicles, I surmised we were trapped on some kind of military base. Sprinting for the edge of the pavement, my eyes darted left and right as they searched for a way out.

Corralled by an electric fence, sharp barbs snarled from their perch atop the metallic latticework. Beyond the fence lie acre upon acre and mile after mile of grassland. Even if we’d managed to escape the enclosure, we’d have to run for days to find civilization.

Tired and frustrated, I stopped running. Jessica looked up at me with confusion as I suddenly came to a halt.

There was nowhere to go.

The five agents that had been chasing us had grown to over a dozen as they surrounded us. Falling to my knees, I covered my face with my hands and wept. Jessica hugged me hard. Realizing I didn’t get the answer to my question earlier, I looked up and grabbed her by the shoulders.

“Jessica! Quick! Do you have a birthmark here?!” I pointed to my chest. The agents rushed in, forming a circle of black around us.

Jessica cried openly as one of the agents picked her up and whisked her away. Reaching her little hand for me, she screamed the answer. “No! Cassia! I don’t!”

A familiar sensation of cold loneliness overwhelmed me. Watching them take the little girl back into the building, the numbness of alienation swept over me.

Alone.

I barely noticed as Agent Meyers took a step towards me. Lifting my face to him, I glowered at him like a feral cat that had been cornered. Raising his right hand and balling it into a fist, he brought it down across my cheek. Shock jarred my senses as a sharp pain ripped through my jaw. My head bounced off the pavement as I hit the ground. Crying, I coughed and spit blood out of my mouth. The stun of his strike made my head spin as I struggled to lift myself off the ground.

Pushing myself onto to my hands and knees, I noticed him pull back his foot, readying himself to kick me in the stomach. Right before his release, I heard a familiar voice holler from the doorway that I’d just escaped from.

“Stop! Don’t hurt her!” Keanu ran up, breathless as he stooped over, slid his hand around my waist and helped me to standing.

“Why not? She’s just a freak.” Meyers sneered as he rolled his eyes at Keanu.

Keanu’s entire body tensed beside me. Tired and beaten, I reluctantly leaned against his broad chest. Memories of our night together flooded back and I silently cursed the tears fighting their way to the surface.

The heat from his body. His scent. I closed my eyes for just a moment to bask in it. Just a moment to pretend I was somewhere else. Someone else. Some
thing
else.

The tension between the two men heightened as Keanu thrust his pointer finger into Meyers’ face. “Just leave her alone!”

Smirking, Meyers responded with a move of his own. Smacking Keanu’s hand away from his face, he stuck his face into Keanu’s and asked with a venomous tone. “Or what?”