Sneak Peak: Part Deux

So I swear that writing this isn't taking me two weeks to get this chapter done. That would be lame. I've actually written quite a bit more. And since I don't really have anything else to write about on here. Nor have I had anything else to write about, I've decided to publish my next addition to the new story. Last time you met two of the heroes, Alina and Dom. Dom had just teleported in his sleep and Alina was "dreaming" about it. In this next portion you meet Babrhu (Ba-broo) - the Altaica- and Veata. Pronounced (V-ate-a) Here's chapter two. Enjoy

Chapter 2

At the other end of The Lab, the scientists gathered around the latest results for Experiment 12045012112-04, the Altaica. The human genes combined with the White Siberian Tiger created the creature they studied so fiercely. On the other side of the glass, Babrhu stared menacingly at his trainer across the room. There was no way he was being provoked to participate in this experiment. He would, of course, much rather stand there glaring daggers than actually pick one up and hurt the idiot who volunteered to be locked in the same room. It’s a pity really. Babrhu could clearly hear the conversation behind the sound proof glass. Superior sight, strength, and sound were a few of the exceptional traits of his genetics. Because he knew exactly what the scientists were hoping to achieve, Babrhu planned to do exactly the opposite. Just for kicks and giggles.

“Why doesn’t he change?” one scientist asked.

“Could we provoke him into it?” another theorized.

Babrhu schooled his features to not laugh outright at their musings. Of course he could not be provoked, like an animal. There was the other half of his genetics to consider. He had the patience and senses of a hunter with the rationale of a human. HE could stare at the man across from him all. Night. Long. Thankfully, the alarm that ended his training session sounded, and Babrhu was at the exit faster than humanly possible. But then he wasn’t just human was he?

A warning growl of caution at the first guard to approach him, Babrhu strode through the lab and into the hallway. Having been in The Labs for almost his entire life, Babrhu knew most every exam room in the entire compound. He also knew that if he wasn’t needed he was welcome nowhere besides his own rooms. And that is precisely where he planned to spend the rest of the night. Alone. Again.

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The needle jumped on the paper that was tracking the brain functions of Experiment 1006215012-08. But that’s supposed to happen, the needles graph the section of her brain in use, and tracks the power of her thoughts. Veata was tired, as usual. The questions the scientists asked her rarely stimulated her mind. It was inane small talk to her, when Veata wanted to conquer interesting subjects. Instead of focusing on the conversation at hand, Veata let her mind wander to the corridor outside the door. She heard footsteps echoing down the hall, and the sound of a frustrated voice. She’d heard that voice before, but only in her mind.  I wonder what he looks like she thought to herself, as the locked exam room door flew open just as he was walking by. Shit! Shit! Shit!

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Babrhu stared into a pair of shocked eyes. When no one exited the room, he stopped beside the open door. At The Lab doors don’t just open. They had one function, as portals from one room to another. Nothing stays ajar. But this door opened, no one exited, and then stayed open. The scientists in the room looked just as shocked and confused as he felt but did not show. Who opened the door? It was almost as if he was asking her the question, since they never lost eye contact in the confusion of scientists and guards. She shrugged. What? It was almost like…well…can you hear me? The girl with all the monitors attached to her head nodded. Wicked.

Veata stared at him shocked that they were holding a conversation in her head. She could hear him as if he were talking out loud. With that realization, Veata brought her full attention back to the room she was in. She could hear all the scientists, but none of them were talking out loud. She could hear what they were thinking! Look at me. He said in her mind again. When she turned her gaze back to the door; the man, he had some dangerous edge around him, had entered the room. He strode to the console that held all the monitors and turned them off, before disconnecting the wires. The scientists pulled back from the danger that was so palpable around him. Babrhu reached for Veata’s hand. He led her from the room, and Veata knew there’d be hell to pay, first, for leaving her exam early, and second, for being with him. That is strictly prohibited. She let her mind linger behind them as his guards followed them down the hall. The scientists were in a tizzy, all of them panicked about the severe consequences. Strangely enough, none of them seemed to realize that it was she who opened the door as Babrhu walked passed. And even stranger, it didn’t seem to come up in the monitor readings or test results. And that was interesting news, indeed. 

©  Epiphany Davis