Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley had finally managed to create the embryo for implantation. Actually, he had several, to increase the odds that one of them would take. With the drugs he had given Christina, her uterus should be fertile and ready to receive his genetically manipulated beginnings of his experiment.
On another high note, he'd managed to isolate the mutation factor in Christina's blood and he was seeing about how to reproduce the effects of the Null power artifically. With something like that...he could sell it to many powers in the world. After that attack on the president by a mutant, he would be able to sell it to the US government to protect its key people, and across the globe. Highly lucrative.
Blakesley rose from his small lab and went down to the room with Christina and Christian, smiling with anticipation.
Christina turned her head slightly, jaws almost numb by now. They had been fed by Blakesley's father, but Blakesley himself had not made another appearance. For which she was entirely thankful. She did not want that thing he had talked about to happen. She watched Blakesley enter, holding a tray of equipment she couldn't identify and felt a chill of fear sweep her.
"Ready to begin, Christina?" Blakesley said as he set the tray down on a nearby table.
He used two triangular wedges to spread her knees up and apart. Christina made a noise of protest around the ball gag as Blakesley went to wash his hands.
Christian
Christian watched Blakesley silently, not willing to draw too much attention to himself.
The water level in the glass box had lowered substancially. At least it was giving his hands a chance to dry - rather than keeping his skin too soft.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley went to work efficently, Christina moaning in pain as much as she could around the gag. Soon, he was done and started to clean up. She panted, breath whistling through her nose and past the rubber in her mouth as she struggled to breathe.
He spared her a glance and debated taking the gag off. No. Not yet.
Christina's thoughts were a whirl. Mostly she just felt violated. He...oh god. She didn't even want to think about it. And she hurt. So bad.
"Now to wait and see if any of them take..." Blakesley murmured.
Christian
Christian frowned slightly.
"How many are there?" he asked, his voice not showing any trace of fear, anger or tiredness.
Christina & Blakesley
"Three," Blakesley said.
Christina's eyes widened.
"But only one is likely to survive long enough to be born."
Christian
Christian held back a snort.
"If any last that long..." he turned away.
Christina & Blakesley.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, Christina chanted to herself silently. They might not...take. Oh god. That means he'd do it again. She was getting the feeling that he would do it as many times as it took to get a living child. Or she died. She didn't want to die. But if the baby was born, he'd kill her anyway. Oh god. Breathe.
"One will," Blakesley said arrogantly.
"Eventually."
Christian
"Suuuuure..." Christian chuckled.
"Considering that you and your father are the only ones on the planet that want it to survive..."
Blakesley.
"There are several creatures that would fit under that category," Blakesley said.
"After the agents destroyed some of the labs...beings I had created escaped. More hitchhikers keep disappearing. Such a shame. So, I know that my creations are alive and well."
He smiled slightly and smoothed his hand over the skin of Christina's stomach.
"This one will as well."
Christian
"Hello?" Christian frowned, "what runaway train did your brain catch?"
He glanced at Christina.
"I don't care about those. You know I meant the ones you just made. If no one else wants them to survive, and they're actively going to ensure that they don't, what makes you think they will?"
Blakesley.
"Because I'm very good at what I do."
Blakesley turned and went towards the door, unlocking it.
"And if it doesn't work this time, well, I'll just have to try again."
Christian
Christian just pulled a face.
He was going to get out of there. Now he had no doubt about it. They couldn't keep him in one place for that long, and it was while they moved him that he had the best chance.
Christina and Blakesley.
Blakesley left, closing the door behind him and sliding the bolts shut with a sound of finality.
Christina tried desperately hard not to cry. If she cried, she could suffocate.
Christian
Christian let his eyes fall on Christina.
"Don't worry too much Chris," he shook the hair out of his eyes as he watched the door.
"He's not gonna get what he wants."
Then he went back to emptying the water from the box.