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Day 7

No blank darkness, not even primitive images that night; nothing. No sleep. I spent the entire night staring at the wall of my cage, and even at the point where the 4 remaining Fathers entered the office, I was still unable to drift off into the realm of my subconscious. My mind had been overrun with thoughts; it felt utterly impossible to even relax. My body was cold, almost numb, I was quivering- but all I could think about was how much I wanted him back, wanted him alive. How I wished that I’d taken his place, instead. My existence had only one purpose, for scientific improvement, and discovery. But did I really want to be that? That’s what my Fathers wanted me to be…and since I respect and love them as I do, I must go with their wishes. So, as well, I stayed in my cage because that’s where they wanted me; I could very easily break out on my own.

Things, however, didn’t revert back to normal. I couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or not, I’d always wanted change in my routine, but that was proving to be a colossal mistake. This morning, in terms of activities, started abnormally early. 4 Fathers entered, and placed a strange…open box on the metal birth table. It was fairly big, it could very easily contain me and all of my siblings—brothers and sisters, not my Fathers. The other Renée’s, who were the same size as I. I then watched Main Father wander over to cage #1, picking up the Renée by it’s scruff, and carried him over to the box, placing him carefully inside. Then, to my surprise, Father approached me—but what surprised me more was that he spoke to me.

“Alain…I saw it, yesterday. Saw you. Saw the anger and despair you held in your expression, I could see your bloodthirsty ways in your eyes…”
I was a little startled by him…and his voice, his words being directed at me. He’d obviously discarded the notion that I don’t understand their language, as I am ‘too stupid’ to.

“I know what you’re thinking, Renée 8. You hate him, don’t you? You want to avenge him: Padriac. You want to make the pitiful creature feel the same pain that he had, and show him what true anguish is…right? Would you like that?”

Slowly, I nodded, my frown curving ever so slightly into a minor smile. Father chortled with a strange, almost insane laughter, before unlocking my cage and opening the door, allowing me out. He didn’t even bother to pick me up, or take me to where he wanted me to go, no. He just left the cage door hanging wide open, and let me jump out on my own. I landed rather harshly onto the ground, before scurrying over to the metal birth table, and climbing up one of it’s metallic legs. My claws screeched slightly against it, but I ignored it; my destination, on top of that table, was all I cared about. I climbed up the side of the box, sitting at the centre of the table- and for a brief moment, glanced around the room. I was at a high point here, and closer to many things, so I could see finer details that I couldn’t see before. I could see into the other cages, the ones that contained originals. Or, at least, used to contain them. Now, as I stared deeply inside the rooms, I could see that there were no living creatures inside of them. The cages were empty…save a few limbs that had been ripped off the previous inhabitants of the rooms.

Remembering my goal, my objective for being here, I jumped inside the box. I landed right ahead of my opponent, my enemy…my kin. He stared emptily through me, his fur stained with dry, crusted blood. I snarled at him, hardly noticing how the Fathers had gathered and peered over both of us, as they did when I first opened my eyes—and saw them all for the first time. Thoughts were rushing through my mind, my temper shortened- as this idiotic creature hardly moved, or posed as a threat. That wouldn’t make his inevitable death incredibly rewarding, as it would be an easy kill; but all that mattered to me was making this Renée, this thing die, and pay for what it had done. My body began to tremble from not only the anger that built inside, but the excitement of it all. I couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t wait to just shred this thing to pieces, this beast. So, not holding all these urges back for another second, I leapt at the Renée, immediately sinking my teeth into it’s neck. I bit down as hard as possible, relieving all of my strong emotions in that one attack, so that I had managed to calm down just from dealing it. I released my fangs from his flesh and moved away, to witness what damage I had done. The Renée sank down and lay on the ground, gasping for air—much like a fish that had been plucked out of the water, it’s habitat, and desperately begging for what it needs to live on. From the deep gash on it’s neck oozed deep red blood, which I….I could taste. The rich, delicate taste overcame my senses, and I smiled in a mood of pure ecstasy.

In a matter of moments, the Renée had stopped breathing, stopped moving, and just lay silently- a miniature corpse. The Fathers above—standing tall, and forebodingly, like Gods—began to applaud. One or two of them had horrified expressions while doing so, but Main Father…he was smiling broadly. I must have impressed my Father, and succeeded in consoling him over the death of his son! Yes, my victory was certainly great; even I, who had been made desperately upset by Padriac’s death, felt slightly appeased now. And the taste…the delicious taste that lingered on my tongue brought back tremendous feelings, and I was now made excessively happy.

“Well done, Alain…you truly are the only success of this lab. I had no idea you were so…excellent! Bravo, mighty Renée.”

Said Main Father, as he picked me up, taking me away from the small arena and placing me back in my cage. The other Fathers seemed to stare quizzically at him, as if they thought he had gone insane…but not my Father, no! They are dead wrong. I can understand him, and he makes such exquisite choices! He’s sane as sane can be, surely.

The night that followed couldn’t have felt better. As the failed, murderous Renée was disposed of, I was able to relax, at last. Relaxed by my own happiness, my own success, and the fact that I was favourited by my Fathers. I was able to sleep, finally—at the front of my cage, by the door, by the light. And if I got hungry, well. There was enough blood splattered on me to keep me satisfied until morning.

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Day 7

No blank darkness, not even primitive images that night; nothing. No sleep. I spent the entire night staring at the wall of my cage, and even at the point where the 4 remaining Fathers entered the office, I was still unable to drift off into the realm of my subconscious. My mind had been overrun with thoughts; it felt utterly impossible to even relax. My body was cold, almost numb, I was quivering- but all I could think about was how much I wanted him back, wanted him alive. How I wished that I’d taken his place, instead. My existence had only one purpose, for scientific improvement, and discovery. But did I really want to be that? That’s what my Fathers wanted me to be…and since I respect and love them as I do, I must go with their wishes. So, as well, I stayed in my cage because that’s where they wanted me; I could very easily break out on my own.

Things, however, didn’t revert back to normal. I couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or not, I’d always wanted change in my routine, but that was proving to be a colossal mistake. This morning, in terms of activities, started abnormally early. 4 Fathers entered, and placed a strange…open box on the metal birth table. It was fairly big, it could very easily contain me and all of my siblings—brothers and sisters, not my Fathers. The other Renée’s, who were the same size as I. I then watched Main Father wander over to cage #1, picking up the Renée by it’s scruff, and carried him over to the box, placing him carefully inside. Then, to my surprise, Father approached me—but what surprised me more was that he spoke to me.

“Alain…I saw it, yesterday. Saw you. Saw the anger and despair you held in your expression, I could see your bloodthirsty ways in your eyes…”
I was a little startled by him…and his voice, his words being directed at me. He’d obviously discarded the notion that I don’t understand their language, as I am ‘too stupid’ to.

“I know what you’re thinking, Renée 8. You hate him, don’t you? You want to avenge him: Padriac. You want to make the pitiful creature feel the same pain that he had, and show him what true anguish is…right? Would you like that?”

Slowly, I nodded, my frown curving ever so slightly into a minor smile. Father chortled with a strange, almost insane laughter, before unlocking my cage and opening the door, allowing me out. He didn’t even bother to pick me up, or take me to where he wanted me to go, no. He just left the cage door hanging wide open, and let me jump out on my own. I landed rather harshly onto the ground, before scurrying over to the metal birth table, and climbing up one of it’s metallic legs. My claws screeched slightly against it, but I ignored it; my destination, on top of that table, was all I cared about. I climbed up the side of the box, sitting at the centre of the table- and for a brief moment, glanced around the room. I was at a high point here, and closer to many things, so I could see finer details that I couldn’t see before. I could see into the other cages, the ones that contained originals. Or, at least, used to contain them. Now, as I stared deeply inside the rooms, I could see that there were no living creatures inside of them. The cages were empty…save a few limbs that had been ripped off the previous inhabitants of the rooms.

Remembering my goal, my objective for being here, I jumped inside the box. I landed right ahead of my opponent, my enemy…my kin. He stared emptily through me, his fur stained with dry, crusted blood. I snarled at him, hardly noticing how the Fathers had gathered and peered over both of us, as they did when I first opened my eyes—and saw them all for the first time. Thoughts were rushing through my mind, my temper shortened- as this idiotic creature hardly moved, or posed as a threat. That wouldn’t make his inevitable death incredibly rewarding, as it would be an easy kill; but all that mattered to me was making this Renée, this thing die, and pay for what it had done. My body began to tremble from not only the anger that built inside, but the excitement of it all. I couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t wait to just shred this thing to pieces, this beast. So, not holding all these urges back for another second, I leapt at the Renée, immediately sinking my teeth into it’s neck. I bit down as hard as possible, relieving all of my strong emotions in that one attack, so that I had managed to calm down just from dealing it. I released my fangs from his flesh and moved away, to witness what damage I had done. The Renée sank down and lay on the ground, gasping for air—much like a fish that had been plucked out of the water, it’s habitat, and desperately begging for what it needs to live on. From the deep gash on it’s neck oozed deep red blood, which I….I could taste. The rich, delicate taste overcame my senses, and I smiled in a mood of pure ecstasy.

In a matter of moments, the Renée had stopped breathing, stopped moving, and just lay silently- a miniature corpse. The Fathers above—standing tall, and forebodingly, like Gods—began to applaud. One or two of them had horrified expressions while doing so, but Main Father…he was smiling broadly. I must have impressed my Father, and succeeded in consoling him over the death of his son! Yes, my victory was certainly great; even I, who had been made desperately upset by Padriac’s death, felt slightly appeased now. And the taste…the delicious taste that lingered on my tongue brought back tremendous feelings, and I was now made excessively happy.

“Well done, Alain…you truly are the only success of this lab. I had no idea you were so…excellent! Bravo, mighty Renée.”

Said Main Father, as he picked me up, taking me away from the small arena and placing me back in my cage. The other Fathers seemed to stare quizzically at him, as if they thought he had gone insane…but not my Father, no! They are dead wrong. I can understand him, and he makes such exquisite choices! He’s sane as sane can be, surely.

The night that followed couldn’t have felt better. As the failed, murderous Renée was disposed of, I was able to relax, at last. Relaxed by my own happiness, my own success, and the fact that I was favourited by my Fathers. I was able to sleep, finally—at the front of my cage, by the door, by the light. And if I got hungry, well. There was enough blood splattered on me to keep me satisfied until morning.