2 comments/ 25081 views/ 4 favorites Human Revolution By: Kozuka Disclaimer: This story takes time to develop and as such, the sex scene takes place toward the end of the story. Just a heads up. ----- "And we're back, live here in the Channel Six studio; joining me now is Dr. Johan Bukowski, lead surgeon heading the SAFE project. Doctor, thank you for being here." "Thank you Sarah, it's a pleasure." "Just to clear the air for our viewers at home, could you tell us what 'SAFE' stands for doctor?" "Certainly, it stands for 'Securing A Future Eternal'." "And what exactly is the aim of this project?" "I don't want to give away too much as we're still in the infant stage of application, but what I can say for certain is that we've found a safe and viable means of repopulation through DNA extraction and manipulation." "I see. And when could we expect to hear of this officially in a health magazine, on the Internet or in the news?" "I'd say in a couple of years. Very soon now, Sarah, I will personally see to it that this world is repopulated and flourishing as it was before the Change." "There you have it folks; Dr. Johan Bukowski, giving us his word to secure a brighter future. Doctor, thank you for your time." "Thank you, Sarah." ~ Two Years Later ~ Stasis Dome Alpha, Sector 10, Location Unknown May 12th, 2037 I peered curiously out the window from inside my room, delighting in the artificial sunshine and yearning for the freedom that was denied me. Such beautiful people frolicked before my eyes, smiling and laughing and enjoying their lives without a care in the world; how nice it must be for them, having achieved their purpose in life. I was two days old but twenty years of age and although I had experienced a successful creation, I had yet to be instated. I turned from the window with a soft sigh, my eyes casually roaming around the room. To be locked down twenty-four hours a day after receiving all of my classes and briefs was torture; I had learned more knowledgeable facts, history, politics, mathematics, physics, religion, and assorted languages in two days than most humans could aspire to in a lifetime. The only issue I had now was being genderless. I ran my hands over my smooth head again while glancing into the mirror on the wall, my gender-neutral self looking back at me. I was nothing but a placeholder, a work in progress, but to put it officially, a Template. Dr. Johan Bukowski had achieved his dream just the way it was imagined: he had developed a process of extracting DNA from prime test subjects and manipulated it in a way to not only clone an entirely new person, but to allow for customizable appearances and traits as if the impending human were an accessory. Seeing as how customizing a Template individually upon the day of their human birth would be time consuming and otherwise unsettling, they locked in thousands upon thousands of combinations and stored them in files upon their mega computers; this is where the name Template came from. And now I had to wait one more night to see how my physical, emotional and mental trifecta would pan out; at this point, I wasn't even aware of my impending gender. What was most infuriating was that this project strictly produced clones in pairs for the purposes of superior reproduction. My counterpart, the person I was to mate and multiply with, was being held in the room next door, where they too were on lockdown. After all, we had to be kept safe until we were instated or else risk defect. I flopped upon my bed helplessly, wishing the day would end so I could finally make it to the outside world. I curled up into a tiny ball and placed my ear to the wall, my internal connection to my counterpart taking over to bring me closer to them. I couldn't say for certain, but I had a feeling that whenever I placed my ear on the wall, they were doing the same from their side. I closed my eyes, satisfied for now with this moment of shared solitude, and willed myself to sleep. ----- Dr. Bukowski's Log, November 5th, 2035 Audio interview with first-ever SAFE cloned pair, code named Adam and Eve. "Good evening you two; how are you feeling?" asked a calm voice. "Fine, doctor," said Eve. "Fine, doctor," mimicked Adam. "How do you feel now that you have your own identities?" "I am happy that we have our identities, doctor," Eve stated monotone. "I am also happy, doctor," Adam repeated. "Please, call me Johan." "Yes, Johan." "Yes, Johan." In a hushed voice, the doctor's voice said, "Note that test subjects are socially inept and show signs of irreversible damage. Rest assured, it is an easy fix: increase social receptors and individual molecular thought processing by fifty percent, minimum." A few seconds passed, then he addressed Adam and Eve once more: "So what are your plans, now that you two are free human beings?" he asked casually. "I want to travel the globe," Eve said. "I want to eat new and delicious foods," Adam added. "What about reproduction?" Johan asked curiously. "But of course doctor; I plan on reproducing with Adam as much as possible," Eve said defensively. "I share the same sentiment, doctor," Adam chimed in. A brief silence is heard, followed immediately by the sounds of saliva being swapped rather lewdly. "Test subjects are reactive in sexual advances, not proactive as expected; another easy fix," Johan said quietly, before continuing, "initial analysis is flawed, as I thought it would be; this interview will now be terminated." "I wish you two the best of luck; the interview is over now, you're free to go." "Thank you doctor," Adam and Eve said in unison. Before the tape comes to an end, two very loud gunshots are heard. ----- Stasis Dome Alpha, Sector 10, Location Unknown May 13th, 2037 The dining facility was deafening and disorienting, but alive and wonderful. So many Template conversations being held at once always kept the staff uneasy, but they understood our position: a bunch of colorless, featureless, cookie cutter beings jammed into a section of the dome and cordoned away from real interaction would cause such a ruckus. I for one was no exception and I took breakfast for all it was worth. I spoke quickly and ate without desire, discussing quantum physics with a group of Templates that looked exactly as I did. With our vast amount of knowledge, we could discuss virtually any topic without leaving anyone behind and we would all take something away from it. The most peculiar thing about Templates at this stage was that, despite not having a single feature that separated you from the clone sitting next to you, we somehow managed to form opinions and ideas of our own; we were, after all, the youngest generation. My counterpart sat close to me, their right and my left hand intertwined. Sporadically throughout the conversation we would turn and look into one another's eyes, gazing longingly without a word being spoken between us; it felt special and meaningful, sure, but the same sentiment was being mimicked throughout the entire cafeteria. Before we had finished eating our meal, a female doctor approached us, clipboard in hand. "Subject number 4581 and subject number 4582?" she read off the clipboard, before looking at the both of us. We nodded in silent unison. "It's time to assume your identities; if you would, follow me." We exchanged glances, smiles rising to our lips; without a word, we stood up and strode after the female doctor, hand in hand. ----- Dr. Johan Bukowski swept into the observation center in time to watch subjects 4581 and 4582 step into their transformation pods. The machines would house the Templates in a comatose state until they had completely assumed their new identities. Some of the technicians were surprised to see Dr. Bukowski on site; by now, Template transformations were so common and easily executed that his presence meant something big was happening, either now or soon to come. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have excellent news. I just got off the phone with the President himself, and the grant we've been hounding after for the last year straight was just put into effect moments ago," Dr. Bukowski said, breathless but nonetheless excited. All of the employees within earshot looked noticeably impressed and even halted their duties to hear more as Dr. Bukowski paced the room. "With this money, we can afford to start the SAFE Superior program, and those subjects there are going to be our test group. I want full-scale trifecta—increase their supplements and enhancements by one hundred percent and eliminate all impurities. This is the beginning of a new age, ladies and gentlemen; welcome Adam and Eve 2.0." ----- I cannot contain my excitement as I stare at myself in the mirror; although I realize I am conceited for thinking it, I don't care: I am flawlessly beautiful. I am now a dark skinned female, at above average height and a desirable weight; my eyes are mysteriously hazel, the flecks of forest green shining out against the backdrop of my chocolate skin. My hair is long and wavy and black, falling in borders to present a portrait that is my face: full cheeks, a defined jaw, even a noticeably enhanced chin and a cute up-turned nose. I pirouette before the mirror many times, completely nude as I continue to explore my new body. Although the entire overhaul is impeccably impressive, my womanly assets are really what I am intrigued by. I cup my full breasts platonically, observing their shape and testing their suppleness; they are more than a handful but not obscenely so, and are deliciously perky upon my chest. The revelation makes me smile, two rows of perfectly aligned, pearly white teeth beaming back at me; two small craters dug into my cheeks are evidence of dimples, and I grin harder. Before I have a chance to venture further, a voice comes over the P.A. system: "Get dressed Eve and be ready to mobilize in five minutes; you are scheduled for your post-transformation meeting with a very special guest." I gazed longingly at myself a few moments longer before heeding the call and donning a new set of clothes. ----- Dr. Bukowski's Log, May 13th, 2037 Audio interview with first-ever cloned pair of the SAFE Superior program, code named Adam and Eve 2.0 The sound of smacking lips and wet suction are prevalent, amidst the many giggles and hushed voices. A door opens and then closes, followed by a chair being slid across the floor, and silence fills the air. "Good evening you two; how are you feeling?" asked a calm voice. "I feel excellent doctor! I'm so excited that we now have our identities!" said Eve. "I have to agree, this is the happiest day of my three days of existence," Adam pitched in, and the three of them broke out in laughter. "Well that is just wonderful you two, thank you for sharing; and I see you haven't wasted any time in getting to know one another on a more personal level," Johan said coolly. "Of course not! I mean, this is what we're meant for, isn't it? Might as well enjoy it at every opportunity, right Adam?" "You're so right darling, and so beautiful..." In a hushed whisper, the doctor's voice said, "The results of the SAFE Superior program are beyond expectation—I am fully convinced that, with proper research and development, we can recreate such beings as Adam and Eve 2.0 on a vast scale for a fraction of the cost. Initiating phase two of SAFE Superior upon termination of this interview." Adam and Eve were conversing amongst themselves until the doctor cleared his throat politely. "Well, I must say I am pleased you two are happy and want to wish you a happy life together; however, there is one minor adjustment to plan that I must inform you of." "What do you mean doctor?" Eve asked suspiciously. "You two were the first in a long line of superior Templates that were created solely for the experimentation of the 'perfect' being. Seeing as how it was such a success, it would behoove us to keep you here in the facility to study your DNA and molecular make-up in hopes of reproducing more beings such as yourselves." A stunned silence fills the gap between the two parties and a moment later, the door opens again, and many pairs of shuffling feet overwhelm the recorder. "Wait, what is this? Hey, get your hands off her!" Adam yells suddenly. "Adam! Adam, help me!" Sounds of a wild struggle takes place as Dr. Bukowski shouts orders; a heavy object hits the floor, followed by Eve's desperate screams and Adam's barbaric yelling. "Take them to the underground holding cells!" Johan is heard shouting over the chaos. ----- I awoke in a daze, my mind fuzzy and my muscles non-responsive. It took several long moments before I could finally muster the strength to sit up, but the blinding white starkness of the room made me queasy and forced me to close my eyes. From what I had caught a glimpse of, the room was completely bare of any object or furniture aside from the bed I had awoken on. The walls, floor, ceiling and far door were all an overwhelming hue of white. I rolled over and slowly made it to my feet, a hand clutching my forehead as I stumbled about. As memories of my last state of consciousness returned, I realized the predicament I was in. The superior logic I was gifted with told me that I was now a prisoner and lab rat to be tested upon, but the human will within me didn't want to believe it. I bumped into a wall and cursed its existence, opening my eyes only to find that the wall was not a wall, but a vast mirror that gave me an unhindered view into a room belonging to my counterpart; seeing Adam lying upon his bed unconscious elicited an emotional response from me that caused my fists to frantically bang upon the glass. I saw him stir for a few moments, and I rationalized that he too had been drugged; when he finally fought the after effects and made it to his feet, I directed him to the mirror with more pounding, my breath catching as he drew near. There he stood, inches away but miles out of reach; what was even worse was that, even though I could see him, I instantly realized he couldn't see me. I was transmitting a thousand watt smile in hopes it would lift his spirits, but he remained emotionless and squinted his eyes, peering desperately into his lover's face that he couldn't see. Distraught, I felt my smile melt away into nothing, and I placed a hand upon the glass, fingers spread wide apart. To my utter amazement, only seconds later, his hand found mine, his fingers matching mine perfectly, albeit they were a bit longer; the smile not only returned to my face, but also inhabited his as he realized whom he was silently communicating with. Suddenly, and to my dismay, I saw the door in his room swing open; a guard filed in and rapidly approached Adam from behind. "Adam! Adam, behind you!" I screamed, frantically banging on the glass. He didn't seem to get the message until it was too late, as the guard was boring down upon him with a poised syringe. My screams of horror didn't go unnoticed, and I whirled on the spot, just in time to watch the door to my room open. I wasted no time in sprinting across the room, summoning all the fury I could muster and placing it into my shoulder, ramming the unsuspecting guard that had breached my door. He hit the floor hard, skull bouncing off the unforgiving surface. I couldn't be bothered with him and tore down the hall in a panic, adrenaline having replaced the blood coursing through my veins. I flung myself into Adam's room and didn't pause there, streaking toward the guard who had subdued my love on the floor; the two were still struggling, but I leveled the playing field with a well placed kick to the skull of Adam's assailant. I flung a hand in Adam's direction and he took it, vaulting to his feet. "We have to flee Eve; we can't stay here," Adam said calmly, and with a tone of finality. We turned and ran, exiting his room and entering back out into the hallway; as if on cue, alarms began to sound off and a monotone voice alerted the sub-division of the dome to our current location. Following the exit signs above us, we ran at full tilt, our peak physical conditioned bodies carrying us as if we were currents within the wind. We couldn't hear the pursuers after us as we delved deeper and deeper into consuming darkness, but we assumed they were there and kept running. We ran and ran and ran until the exit signs disappeared and the high-tech walls, floors and ceilings of the sub-division faded away, replaced by cracked cement and worn brick; even the blaring alarms were a thing of the past. We ran until we hit a steep incline at the end of the tunnel that led us up to the outside world, and what we found stopped us dead in our tracks. ----- "What do you mean they escaped?" "Sir, they were contained in separate cells and managed to overthrow the guards that were keeping watch on them," Dr. Bukowski explained lamely. "What a fuck up," said the angry voice over the phone. Dr. Bukowski was silent as he listened to the man fix himself a drink; he placed his eyes on the ceiling in dismay. "I have not told the President about this yet, so I'm giving you a window of seven days; that's about how long I can keep this quiet," the man said after a long pull of his drink. "Thank you Mr. Vice President, you can consider it done," Dr. Bukowski said eagerly. "Don't fuck this up doctor, or I'll personally relocate you to one of the many radiation zones at our nation's capital." ----- The motor roared proudly as Adam maneuvered the vehicle around obstructions on the highway; debris and strewn cars and things of the like littered the cracked cement. I gazed out at the barren countryside, my hair whipping rapidly as we zipped along; Adam was an excellent driver and I was an excellent observer, so it worked out for the both of us. "I've been thinking," he started slowly, and I turned to look at him. "What about?" "I've been thinking we should rename ourselves; Adam and Eve are a bit cliché, don't you think?" I pondered his thought for a moment before nodding my agreement. "Ok, let's think up some names and surprise one another once we reach town," I suggested. "Deal." I resumed my silent vigil on the barren wasteland that slipped past us and caught briefly a shredded sign that said 'Washington D.C., twelve miles'. ----- Washington D.C., Maryland May 13th, 2037 We arrived at the nation's once-upon-a-time capital just as the sun was setting and confirmed that it too was not only devoid of life, but a sight for the sorest of eyes. Collectively, the buildings were either completely destroyed or dilapidated to the point where it would be unsafe to seek shelter within them. As for the atmosphere, the stench of death clung to the air like heavy vapors and bodies, charred and beyond recognition, littered the streets. We waded through the rubble and the gore as best we could, abandoning our vehicle and huffing it on foot. We were silent as we progressed through the night, our footsteps echoing off what remained of the buildings surrounding us. "Ella," I said suddenly while we were turning onto a new street. "Drum," was his response as we exchanged a quick glance. Our new names were settled at that point. I managed to secure us a map at a kiosk at the end of the street and we studied it for a brief moment. "I think we should try the mall; there's food, clothing and shelter, all in one," I said, my eyes scrutinizing the fine print. "Let's do it," Drum said in agreement. We followed the map's direction for the better part of an hour, guided by the moon's light, and finally came upon the building we sought. Although a huge hole gaped within a side of the upper level, for the most part, the structure was intact. Human Revolution The building was silent, as we expected, and a thick layer of dust hung in the air; we swam through it as best we could, thankful for what shelter we had. We walked through light debris and destruction until we came to an empty plaza in the middle of the ground floor the branched off into all four directions. "Let's split up," Drum said while assessing the interior of the mall. "What for?" I asked curiously. "I'll find us some food and you find us some new attire," he said, fixing me with a steady gaze. "If you say so honey." He grinned and stepped toward me, placing a delicate yet tender kiss on my unsuspecting lips; they responded automatically and I yearned to seize the opportunity right then and there to reproduce with Drum, but I held my lust in check. "Don't worry, I'll find you soon," he said with a stroke of my cheek, and then he turned and strode away. I watched him disappear into a dusty haze before turning and heading off into my own direction. ----- I cautiously stepped into the clothing and apparel store, the dark abode silent but peculiarly tense. My eyes were on a swivel as I passed down an aisle of men's clothing, ears straining for any sound other than my other hushed breathing. I rounded a corner and almost jumped out of my skin when I bumped into a woman, only to realize that it was a mannequin. Giggling and shaking my head, I set to my task, eager to complete it so I could spend some quality time with Drum. I had Drum's new outfit completed within minutes, the clothing set neatly on the checkout counter, along with some nifty new running shoes I knew he'd appreciate. After he was handled, I set to explore clothing for myself, and relocated myself to the store just across the way from Drum's. It specialized in female attire and undergarments; I spent much more time in there than I had done with Drum's clothes. I had lost track of time and realized that I should probably head back, so I relegated myself to trying on only one more outfit. I stripped out of the blouse and skirt I had on and paraded before the dusty mirror, eyeing the mocha-colored lingerie as it clung to my womanly assets. I gave a soft sigh, running my hands over my exposed skin, wishing Drum could see me now. "Ella," said a voice from behind me, and I whirled on the spot, spotting Drum as he approached me. I was frozen to the spot, my eyes on his though his were on my canvas of flesh. "Do you like it honey?" I asked sweetly, giving him a slow turn to show off my body. He could only nod as he closed the distance between us and seconds later, his mouth was latched onto mine, and it was all I could do to get a tongue in edgewise. My back hit the mirror roughly as his hands found my hips, fingers finding purchase upon my thick curves. His hasty advance and strong lead turned me on, to the point that my nipples poked through the bra that was mashed against Drum's chest; he broke away from our vacuum-tight kiss to shred the shirt he was wearing, before he dove back in, his lips upon my neck. I moaned his name as I tilted my head back, my fingers deftly fiddling with his belt. His lips found my collarbone as I whipped the belt away from his waist, tossing it aside. He buried his face within my breasts and I could feel then his want and desire as his groin pressed deliciously into my front; I moaned for him then, my eyes squeezing shut. "Drum..." I gasped breathlessly, my hands trembling now as they attempted to undo his fly. He didn't respond with words, but his actions definitely spoke volumes as my bra slackened, the clasp undone; I hastily slid the straps off my shoulders and it too was tossed aside. No sooner had I reassumed my position upon the mirror did I feel a pang of pleasure stab through my core, Drum's lips closing around my left nipple. My cheeks flushed just then, as did my fingers as Drum's unzipping zipper resonated throughout the entire store; he shimmied out of his pants earnestly, before groping my heavy breasts, still teasing them with his tongue. I could do nothing then but place my hands upon his exposed erection, the taut muscle twitching within my slender fingers, its power pulsing within my palms; I shuddered at the thought of what it could do to me. Drum seemed to sense my urgency and he proceeded down my front, trailing kisses and a glistening trail of saliva over my chocolaty complexion. He hunched down before me and I hooked my thumbs within the waistband of my panties, curling it over and bending to relieve myself of them. I caught them around a solitary heel and kicked them aside, before my ass rebounded against the glass, my legs spread for me, bare feet finding purchase upon the floor. Drum was rather hasty himself, now that I thought about it. My moment of reprieve was as brief as that thought, as I felt fingers rummaging within my most intimate region, his hands gripping my meaty yet solid thighs. I looked down upon Drum, the top of his head adorned with thick brown hair; I placed a hand upon it, raking my fingers through his soft hair. He glanced up at me, his blue eyes meeting my hazel; his fair skin upon my dark brown was a stark contrast I didn't care to discriminate over, for at that very moment, I realized that he wanted me more than he had wanted his identity, and the feeling was mutual. Our eyes departed and his relocated upon my engorged feminine petals, heavily laced with desire; his fingers spread me apart and my dew trickled forth, not to be wasted upon my thighs but greedily lapped up by his tongue; the effect was like a swift punch to the abdomen as the wind was driven from my lungs. My fingers curled within his hair as he pleasured my flower, his tongue slipping in and out of my virgin essence. I wanted to moan his name aloud to encourage him even further, but I couldn't locate the breath that had abandoned me; all I could do was shudder helplessly as I felt an alien sensation forming within my core. Drum seemed to sense this and he dared to press further, a solitary digit fingering my engorged clitoris that had emerged from underneath my hood. The results were explosive, to say the least. I gasped loudly before inhaling sharply as much air I could, before moaning long and hard for Drum, who was massaging my thighs tenderly, guiding me through my first orgasm. My body trembled and my knees buckled, my womanhood contracting and clenching vigorously. My throaty moan lasted for a few moments longer, until I slumped upon the mirror, a sheen of sweat appearing upon my body; I gasped for air, my eyes opening to mere slits, though they found Drum's. We maintained the silence between us, allowing our bodies to do the talking, and our bodies were adept conversationalists it seemed, for we transitioned directly into intercourse. Drum rose to his feet and took me by the hand, leading me further into the store, pushing displays and mannequins out of the way; I did somewhat of a limp behind him, desperate to keep up. He pushed his way into a dressing room and gently pulled me in behind him, the door shutting behind us; all around us, a complete three-hundred-and-sixty degrees were mirrors, casting our reflections about the room in every direction. Drum smiled and lowered himself to the floor, pulling me with him; I followed his lead slowly, positioning myself atop his supine body. I glanced down at Drum from my squatting position and he nodded at my, one of his hands running through my long black hair, a sign of encouragement; I smiled to him briefly, before reaching behind myself, fingers wrapping delicately around his manhood. I lowered my bottom slowly, until I felt his bulbous head pressing deliciously into me and I bent forward, my chest pressing into his. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, feeding his erection slowly and tenderly into my willing receptacle, feeling his thick head stretch my stubbornly tight virgin flower, and it hadn't even penetrated me yet. Drum arched his back and helped me progress, his hands upon my backside. "Drum..." I whispered softly, a tinge of discomfort in my voice. He knew what I was trying to get at without my saying it, and he comforted me with a kiss to the top of the head; it reassured me that everything would be fine. And in the very next moment, all I knew was pain as my hymen was torn asunder, his thickness beginning to fill my tight channel. I reflexively flinched from the discomfort and whined in protest, my body trembling once again, tears stinging my eyes. It felt so wonderfully horrible that I was torn between crying for mercy and begging for more. Drum proceeded slowly, filling me with as much as I could take before my body rejected him, and he retreated, only to repeat the process again; he stroked within my depths, taking from me my innocence but replacing it with a sensation that could only be described as bliss. Once I was comfortable with the alien sensation of being fulfilled, I managed to raise myself from the protective zone that was Drum's chest and sat upon his groin, my feet planted firmly on the floor. I lifted my head and whipped my hair behind me, a solitary tear falling from my eyes and landing upon Drum's abdomen; he offered me a smile and got a grimace from me in return. I stole a glance at us in the mirror and the sight was definitely one to behold; I gazed at it for a long moment before I watched myself raise my hips and drop them definitively upon Drum's stiff pole. I was rewarded with a low groan from my lover, whose penis throbbed powerfully within me. I repeated the move over and over again, increasing in speed as my confidence rose, and I watched as Drum slowly slipped away into a hypnotic state, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His hips met mine in unison, his hands gripping my waist tightly. I whimpered pathetically as he fed my insatiable lust, and he groaned his desire for more, and I gave it to him. Our lovemaking was loud and heedless, the sounds of our primal deed echoing and crashing all around us; our many replicated reflections competed with one another, though of course they all were on the same page, but unlike the original yet cloned couple, they were unaware of the satisfying sensation that such an act could deliver. I was climbing toward another orgasm and I could sense that he was too, his penis throbbing dangerously within my depths; I could imagine the veins riddling his shaft and the bulbous head engorging even further and the thought drove me wild. I grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples, biting my lower lip to quell my whines for more. "Ella!" Drum exclaimed suddenly, his voice coming out in a hoarse cry. I moaned his name in return, feeling the control slip from his very fingertips as his hands fell away from my hips; I snatched them up and placed them upon my breasts and held them there as I rocked atop his penis. I rode him to an explosive finish, his seed spilling forth without warning. His first orgasm was hefty and undoubtedly lengthy, filling me to the brim and undoubtedly depositing directly into my womb. The thought of becoming pregnant from this first interaction with one another was too much to bear, and I climaxed only seconds later, my second orgasm eclipsing the first by light years; I could only whimper as I collapsed upon Drum, his arms going around me as tears filled my eyes again, my low moans coming out in choked coughs and sputters. We were a tangled mess of tears and sweat, my head atop Drum's chest, his heart beating rapidly into my ear. I closed my eyes and willed myself to calm down, even though Drum remained inside of my body; I was comforted by the thought. "I love you Ella," Drum said quietly, planting a kiss atop my head. "I love you, Drum," I returned softly. We remained that way for what seemed like an eternity. ----- "Where do you think they went sir?" the soldier asked of his superior as they rode along the highway in a dilapidated Jeep. "I don't know soldier, but we have to find them swiftly per Dr. Bukowski's orders; you soldiers are undergoing a top secret task that no other person can hear about, understand me?" The soldiers crammed within the Jeep all nodded in silence as they drove upon the dark highway. "Good. We'll check D.C. first; it's full of radiation, so if they're there, we have to find them and extract them before too much harm is done to their system; otherwise, Dr. Bukowski can't use them for research, and we'll have to eliminate them." The revelation hit the young soldiers hard, so the commander seized the moment to get on the radio with the rest of the unit: "Can you guys hear me back there?" Suddenly, a dozen pair of headlights flicked on and illuminated the night behind the commander's Jeep; each vehicle behind the lead Jeep was a lightly armored humvee stocked with more soldiers ready to go about the task at hand. "We read you loud and clear sir." "Good. Let's get this job done." To be continued..?