P11 and P12

The whine of a baby sounded throughout the facility's halls. Cindith rushed into room 212, her white trench coat flapping in her wake. With shaky fingers she pressed a number code into a small casket like machine, and a cracking noise ricocheted through the small space.

As vapor cleared from her vision, Cindith swiped the mist away from her lenses.

"Hello, beautiful baby 11," she cooed, picking up the small newborn who had been resting inside the machine.

P11 was cradled securely in her arms, his cries dying down as he was rocked back and forth. Cindith smiled and placed a bottle through the babies lips, his mouth making suckling noises in his attempt to drink the synthetic great milk. The woman sat herself down in a chair that creaked as she placed all her weight in it. The baby was rustled, and he began to cry again as the bottles nipple fell out from his orifice. She tsked and started to feed P11 once again.

"It's nearly midnight, Cindith."

The woman with spectacles raised her head, gazing into the eyes of her husband - Dr. Bic Jäger-Albrecht. He made his way into the room and approached the machine, seeing the sleeping form of the twin of P11. P12 slept soundly with a thumb in his mouth. Dr. Jäger cautiously held P12, trying his best not to wake the miniscule baby, decorated in nothing but a diaper with his number and letter. As he took a seat next to his wife, she chuckled.

"No, no," she chided. "You have to support the head. Put his head in the crook of your elbow. Yes. That's better."

Dr. Jäger did as his wife bid him, and slowly rocked the baby.

"Why are you still here, Cindith?" Dr. Jäger questioned. His lips stayed in a tight line, brow furrowed in confusion.

"The children need me, Bic," she said vaguely.

Dr. Jäger cleared his throat. "They have the machine. It will feed them and change them. They don't need us, Cindith."

Cindith sent Dr. Jäger a sharp glare. Pushing up her glasses on her nose, her nostrils flared in contempt. "Don't you dare tell me what these children need, Bic. You know how I feel about this whole thing. Machines will not fill the needs of growing humans. They need physical contact. That's how they did it in the Old Times."

Dr. Jäger raised his eyebrows. His eyes flickered from his wife to the baby in his arms. "This is not the Old Times," he said softly.

Cindith sighed and gazed down at P11. "I know, Bic."

Dr. Jäger placed a hand on Cindith's cheek, making her face him uncertainly. Despite his usual demeanor, he really did care for his wife. Nothing would change that for him. He gently caressed her skin, and then brought her into his arms, hugging both her and the twins. After a long silence, he let Cindith go and pushed her hair back behind her ear. There, he could see the barcode and her letter and number underneath her lobe. Dr. Jager traced it with his thumb, running over P1.

If Cindith turned her head she could take a gander at Dr. Jägers own P2 under his barcode.

"This is for the best," Dr. Jäger stated finally. "Minister Everly is only what she thinks is best for Pangaea."

Cindith wrinkled her nose. "Is this what's best?"

Dr. Jäger shrugged, hoping Cindith would leave it at that. Knowing his partner, she wouldn't, but for now, they were complacent. The only thing they heard were the soft breaths of the children, and their own breathing. In the minimal light, Cindith found herself growing tired, and Dr. Jäger followed along, falling asleep with his head on her shoulder. Neither of them put the babies back.

Cindith couldn't let them go.

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"NO!" Cindith screamed. Dr. Jäger held her back as she struggled from behind a large window. She ripped her arms out from Dr. Jägers grasp, red marks marring her pale skin now. Her beat her fists on the window, her heart wrenching screams echoing inside of the spectator area. One of the masked doctors pulled out a needle, tapping the glass to check for bubbles.

P11 screeched from inside, making Cindith sob out through her thick throat.

"He's sick, Cindith! He won't recover! Let it go!" De. Jäger shouted as he gripped her upper arms again, desperately trying to calm down her hysterical tyranny. She screamed out in pain and fell to her knees, gripping the pant legs of Dr. Jägers bottoms. He lifted her up, and let her body shake, as he watched the doctors swab the child. The strapped P11 down, and soon enough his red face seemed to turn purple in pain. Dr. Jäger had seen a lot, working at Facility C, but he would never be able to stomach the putting down of a newborn.

He gagged, and nearly fell, but held on for Cindiths sake.

She turned around abruptly, her eyes red and puffy. She glared through the windows, baring her teeth.

Cindith watched as they inserted the needle into P11, and she lost it. With a cry of anger, and ripped away from Dr. Jäger, flinging herself into the door. Using her required gun, she shot at the lock and window, busting through. The doctor dropped the needle, his hands thrown up in a panic. The other two nurses did the same, scared by the woman who tried her best to intimidate them.

"He's mine," she growled, and scooped up P11. With accuracy of a trained professional, she shot the lights and then ran out of the room. Dr. Jäger waited in a hover car outside in the hallway. They were small enough to fit two people, and that was all the space he needed.

As red lights flashed inside of the building, Cindith hopped inside the hover car, a basket in her lap where P11 was placed.

"We need to get 12," Dr. Jäger told her, and raced off to room 112.

Of course, it was anticipated that they'd try to steal P12 as well. Five guards started shooting through the opening in the hover car, it being doorless. Dr. Jäger was nicked on the leg, but powered on, knocking through the men as Cindith shot them. She didn't kill any of them, but only injured them enough to grab to P12.

Cindith stepped out of the hover car, and typed rapidly the code to get P12.

The machine was empty.

Her eyes were wide open as she stared in a shock. Dr. Jäger quickly urged his wife to get in, and that P12 would be safe, but she felt anger. Unadulterated anger at Minister Everly. They were breeding synthetic children for the benefit of Pangaea. In reality, the only person it benefit was herself; she needed an army to keep her power. But after an experiment with Pregnancy, Cindith and Dr. Jäger were produced.

They were accidents.

They weren't mean to be able to feel; to love, and grow attached.

All the other synthetics were emotionless items meant for war, to keep Pangaea under her rule. Before all the continents were connected together, Cindith knew that children were reproduced naturally. Not in labs. And no one ruled over everyone like the Minister. P11 and P12 were the only survivors from the Pregnancy experience. She couldn't lose her only other chance at freedom for Pangaea.

With clenched fists, Cindith stepped back inside the hover car, ordering her husband to leave into the Outside. The place beyond the gates.

"What about P12?" Dr. Jäger asked desperately.

"I have a plan," Cindith growled. "I'll be back for P12. He's the key."

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HALO! WE ARE Nearing DA END! frankly id like to continue posting every week, but because I'm almost done with all the stories on this profile, I will most likely NOT do another book.

Unless The Abyss turns out the way I'd like.

It would be a book of short stories - rebooted from when I wrote as a Kid!

It's an interesting concept and idea and I might try it out.

Thanks and buh bye!