Scented Blood

2

My mind devoured my mouth. I can't speak.

4 concrete gray walls. Too small. A metal ceeling. One blanket. One pillow. One bed. Too small.

The lights in the room doesn't tell me if it's day or night, or midnight. There's no clock, no calendar, no everything, just plain room like in a hospital. But all gray.

One average door. Locked.

Unfamiliar. Familiar. Unfamiliar.

This is not home. Not home. Where is our home.

But I silenced my mouth. Where am I? I ask... although my heart was a wreckage the moment I realize how stupid my question was . But I hope my almost perfect instinct were wrong. I hope my excellent sensory fails me. I'm still wearing my clothes yesterday.

I should control my emotions. Control my emotions. Control the panic caged inside the little 'what ifs' devouring my unmoved eyes.

I sit on the cold cold metal bed. I hug my knees closed to me. I am a ball of ice. Hairs all over my skin stood up. I can't feel cold because my temperature is negative, deadcold, they say. But the place feels freezing and the fleece blanket wasn't even enough to warm my feet. Where am I?

I rise and stood up, examining the place. It looks like a room but to me, it felt like, nonetheless, cage.

The air is different. Unusual chemical mixed in it. I don't know but the air in our home doesn't lessen my breathing just like here. Doesn't make it hard to inhale. The air is poisonous, I sensed.

Van, where is he?

"Cadence-

"What!" I snapped. I tremble.

"Why are you here?," Callysta asks. She's the voice in my head I always heard since I couod remember. I don't know but my mind speaks to me naturally, and when I was a child, I named her because she was the only friend I've got. But Callysta, she's night, schemes and depths.

"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. How do I know?," I respond denying the truth.

Truly, my mind, Callysta, a savior to my demise but an enemy to my thoughts, she is.

"They're coming for you-

"No! No! They're not. I'm safe. Van, he...he is here. I can feel him. I can sense him. I can smell his (blood)scent near. He's just near."

"What if he brought you here? What if he surrendered you to the humans, his race? What if-

"STOP! CALLYSTA, PLEASE STOP!" I covered my ears as if it would let me unhear the thoughts that was gushing out like a blood in a fresh wound. I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear. I already thought of that possibility but I don't want to believe it until I see him in front of my eyes.

I don't want to hear my thoughts betraying me!

Don't want to hear many doctors talk outside these walls. Don't wanna hear their stupid talk, deciding where laboratory should I be put in.

I don't want to smell their blood.

I don't wanna feel hunger.

I don't want to hear their heartbeats. I don't want it! I don't want it! Please stop beating! Please stopppppp your heartssss!!!!!

It's too loud. It's too wild and I want to tear it into pieces and eat i-

NO! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, CADENCE!STOP THINKING!

"What if he wanted revenge by seeing you tortured?," Callysta continued despite my beg.

I overthink on my thoughts. Would Van really gave me to the humans? To be experimented? Tortured and killed?

"Cad, you hear that?"

"Please, stop, NO!"

"Cad, we'll be in danger when you don't master your emotions. What did I tell you? Be calm and smell danger. Now focus. Do you hear that?"

"What?"

"Focus, CADENCE. FOCUS. "

Despite the turmoil in my head, I focused my mind on my surrounding.

Vague screams...vague yet the pain reach my soul. It's heart is being weakened. Someone is being hurt. Someone is being tortured, no. Someone's fresh blood is flowing, god no. I screamed as I vividly see all their pain. No,no, no. No, they are many.

Two.

Five.

Twenty. No.

Fifty five!

God. Fifty five people are being tortured!

What is this place? Where am I? Where am I? Callysta, where are we?

"We're in the den of Human Intelligence Force."

"And the voices you just heard are cries of your kind being experimented. And tortured. Your instinct will never lie to you, I told you before."

"No. Van would never sent me here. No. "

"But he just did."