beatrice; bee. (beatrice) wrote in arillius, @ 2008-08-14 02:08:00 |
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WEEK FIVE : Tuesday, beatrice
WHO; BEE, Narrative [or open to JEB]
WHEN; WEEK FIVE, Tuesday, in the morning
WHERE; Home, outside of Serith
WHAT; The order has gone out this week to start testing people to determine their race, a form of profiling that in the eyes of the mother and werecat were of no benefit. Afraid that this was only the beginning of what might be an attempt to kill supernaturals, Bee is very upset and afraid for her baby that will be born into a world that might very well try to kill it in the future.
RATING; PG-13 for a touch of adult language
She sat in the yellow room at the end of the hall, the one intended for the baby. In the rocking chair that her mate had made with his own hands, Beatrice Blackwell hugged her ever-present pregnant stomach and silently wept for the life inside of her. Over the last few weeks, she had noticably become much more emotional, less of the hot-tempered kind and more of the compassionate, sensitive sort. Stupid things were making her cry, like kitties and puppies playing together or seeing something else that was otherwise incredibly sappy and stupid that she would have laughed at before. She was thinking a lot about life, before. Before this, before that. With all of the hope for the future growing inside of her, Pussycat was stressed and scared to the point of tears.
Mothers tend to worry about things that have not happened yet because it is instinctive to protect their children. The government, those fuckers in that fancy building downtown, they sent out the order this week for people applying to get licenses and aide would have to succumb to a blood test to determine species or race. Bee was instantaneously sick to her stomach when someone came into the scrap yard bitching about it, a newspaper in hand with the announcement in blazing, bold lettering. Chops had a license to operate heavy machinery; there were property licenses and other paperwork that Bee was certain existed and it all suddenly seemed like it was just a matter of time before everyone was going to have to be tested.
Seperating people hardly seemed to be something that was done for the safety of numbers, but rather to divide and conquer. Now, Bee had very little formal education and would not have put it into those exact terms but she reasoned how, if you inflitrated a gang and got shit started that it was a lot easier to break them up and take them down when they were all off bitching about other things. Bee was not the kind of person that hated the humans but she was not surprised that the humans hated her because she was different; in a way, she would even argue that she was indeed better than the regular ol' Joe or Jane. But she would not say that she was entitled to something just because she was different; she was just stronger and faster in some ways than regular humans were. It was as simple as that.
Before, Bee could defend herself pretty well, or when Jeb was around and she was in trouble he usually saved her ass and vice versa. But everything was different, now, because there was another life that could defend itself. The mother sighed heavily as the tears rolled down her cheeks to collect under her chin and drip onto the black material of a stretched-out shirt that was one of Jeb's. She was scared because Bee felt that this was just the beginning of what was going to be an attempt to break up gangs of creatures and take them out one by one. Bee could not go charging into battle as she might have liked to do in the past, not now, not with Baby on the way or ever again so long as this child breathed. She knew Jeb would fight until his last breath to protect them from harm but without Jeb, Bee felt in her heart that as much as she would love their child, a part of her would never, ever recover from a loss like that.
"What are we going to do," she whispered and her hands rubbed over her stomach. Baby must be asleep inside, which was good because if it was kicking and squirming she might actually feel worse. Bee wondered if the government could do this in Serith, what would stop governments outside of this island from doing something similar? Could this become an international hunt for their kind? Suddenly, Caleb popped into her mind and she could not help but think of her brother as a protector of a different kind, that his power and influence in this city might have kept the governmental hunters at bay. And it was then she decided that though she had asked only for one child if God could spare it, Bee would want to try for a second one so that he or she could have an older sibling to look out for them the way that Caleb would have done more if given the chance, the way Jeb did with Micah for all that he could as a young kid.
If their world was right, of course. If things could be like they were before. . .