Alma Wade will not give up (its_my_nature) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-04 01:49:00 |
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Who: Alma Wade (narrative)
What: They took her baby again, but she showed them. Then she borrows a microscope.
When: Early this morning
Where: Urdnot Ranch
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Trigger: mentions of forced impregnation
They watched her, in that school. Everything she did, everything she said and she drew. They watched her. And in time there would be other students, and she would watch them. They wanted them to sync with her. Needed them to sync with her. In the end, it didn't matter. Project Harbinger would produce Beckett and some others, and Beckett would sync with her.
Despite this, the project was not deemed successful.
They moved onto another project, while she slumbered in uneasy rest. Once, they impregnated her, and took her baby. She learned from this. While the second grew in her belly as she lay in her coma, she cared for it. Nurtured it's neural pathways. Made it more like her. This son too was taken from her but she remained in contact with him. When he was ten years old, their minds became one and she ordered him to kill.
The boy snapped, killing several people including his guards before he was subdued. It was too late. Their minds were forever linked.
Alma's dreams were one horror after another. When she woke, it felt like there was a pressure all around her. It suffocated her. She slept in a room with some other girls and while she could not tell what they were dreaming, she could feel it. She was aroused, angry, sad and joyful all at once. She ran from the room, and the pressure lessened. She found she could think again. She crouched by a window as wariness overwhelmed her.
In the waking world, she was a project. In her dreaming world she was a monster created by men to create other monsters.
Alma made her way to the building where a lot of the basic schooling was given. The ranch helped kids get their GEDs which was admirable. She just needed some equipment. Picking the lock was simple, and she found some petri dishes, slides and a microscope. There were no needles, or syringes, and most of the chemicals she'd find useful were locked up in a way she couldn't get into.
But what she had was enough. After setting up the microscope, Alma sterilized and knive, then sliced her thumb. She dribbled some blood on a slide. Maybe she'd find something. Maybe she'd find nothing. But she was compelled to look.