Genesis made the warm milk. She had it done as Randal walked in. He put his jacket on the couch. He went over to the bar and drank his milk. He put the glass down, and gave Genesis a kiss on her cheek and went to the bathroom. She heard the shower start. She went to the bed and lay down. He came out thirty minutes later and lay down. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, before he fell asleep.
He did that for three other nights barely talking to her, just showering and going to sleep. She was puzzled and confused. His sleep was troubled as he tossed and turned making lots of nose. He even cried out a few times, but never awoke. She didn’t know what was going on with him, but she was glad he wasn’t feeling the feelings he had felt.
Randal sat on the chair in front of the doctor. “Everything looks okay.”
“But I don’t feel okay,” he said. “Very tired lately.”
“Are you sleeping okay?” He asked even though he knew the answer.
“Yes. But I have added a new, hobby, you’d call it.”
“Well that’s it then. You’re over worked. Maybe you should drop one of your hobbies for awhile.”
“It’ll be hard,” he said.
“You’ll be fine,” he said.
A week later he didn’t feel better. Everywhere he turned he saw Rachel. He yearned for her deeply. His body was going through withdraws, and there were times he would find himself walking to her new room. But he stopped himself.
Agitated he went to his room. Genesis stood at the bar with his milk. He drank it without tasting it. He watched her as she mixed the fire in the fireplace. His eyes watching her like a wolf, her every movement and gliding up and down her body. He went to her, glass still in hand. He pressed his body against hers as she stood up.
She froze. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, as she felt his body hard behind her. She swallowed. He moved her hair away from her neck and kissed it gently. “Come, my lovely.” He walked her to the bed.
“I don’t know Randal. You look tired.”
“I’ll feel better soon.” He spun her, kissing her lips. She looked around frightened. The glass in his hand broke.
“Your hand. Let me fix it,” she said.
He didn’t care. His need was on fire, and he needed it to be quenched. He dropped the shards on the ground. “Its okay.”
He pushed her on the bed. She tried to roll away, but he threw his weight on her. She saw he was losing himself as she looked into his eyes. He was close to passing out. “Why don’t you love me?” he asked.
“I do. I do love you,” she said.
He had gotten out of his pants. She was on the urge of freaking out as she felt him pressed hard against her. Her mind screamed, this cannot happen! He kissed her hard and then passed out. She let out a small sob, and rolled him off her. She picked up the glass pieces on the ground, then cleaned and bandaged his hand, while her mind was in shock. She walked to the door and opened it.
Jonathan’s eyes got wide at the blood covering her shirt. “What happened? Did he hurt you?”
“Its not my blood?” she said looking at her shirt. “Its his.”
“Did you?” he could not finish.
She shook her head, and ran to the other room. She turned the shower on and climbed in. The water scorched her skin, but she didn’t care. She sat in the tub as the shower beat down on her and started scrubbing herself.
Jonathan went into the room, and saw the bathroom door open. He peeked in and saw her sitting in the tub with her cloths on. He pulled her out. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said.
She collapsed into his arms crying. “He’s sick. How could he think of doing such a thing to me?”
He looked at her. “All I can do is ask the same questions. You don’t give me anything,” he said.
She kissed him. It started as a small one, but grew. He helped her pull the wet shirt off, and she helped him with his. And then helped him with his gun holster which was attached to his belt. He kissed her again.
She pulled away. “We can’t,” she said.
“Don’t be,” she said. She went to the other room and grabbed out some cloths from the dresser she went back into the bathroom. She kicked him out so she could change. She came back in wearing light blue pajama pants and a matching tank top. She went over to the bed and got in-between the made covers.
“I’ll be outside,” he said.
“No. Stay with me Jonathan,” she said beckoning him to join her in the bed.
“My shirt’s wet,” he said.
“Take it off.” He did and got in with her.
“Hold me, please.” She rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “Do you remember when we were younger? Weren’t we a bunch?”
“Even though we were dragged town to town as our fathers killed the mutants, we had each other.”
“And your mother,” she said. Her own mother had died in birth.
His left hand wondered to her wet curls. “Do you remember how she had spanked Randal for eating all the berries she had picked for a pie?”
“Yeah. When did it all change?” She picked her head up to look at him.
“When our parents died. Your father,” he looked away painfully.
“He went mad,” she said tears forming in her eyes. She touched his rough cheek. He needed a shave, but she didn’t seem to care.
“Do you remember those last days in Utah?”
“How can I not. It was the last time I was allowed to be outside for so long. We camped under the stars. Randal was with father, and you came to keep me company. We fell asleep under that cloudless sky.”
“Its my best memory.”
“A lot of things were said under that sky that night.”
“And I meant every word. I still love you, have since you kissed me in Nevada when they set off all those fireworks.”
She looked at his blue eyes. They were not hazel, but they started as a light blue and got darker towards the end. She could have stared into his eyes forever. She kissed him again, very gently. Her kissed her back, hands kneedeling her back. She moved so she was straddled him. She ran her hands over his chest. She bent down to kiss him. He sat up with her now in his lap, and removed the tank top. He kissed down her neck.
Their lips found each other once more and they kissed harder opening to each other. He turned her over, and pulled the rest of her cloths off. He kissed up her body. She ran her hands through his short black hair. “Hold on,” he said wiggling out of his pants. He kissed her again as she wrapped her legs around him. She bit into his shoulder as her body trembled with pleasure. Their bodies danced to a music only they could hear.
He hugged her against him tightly when they were finally finished. “I’ve loved you too,” she said. “Will you leave with us?”
Randal walked into the room on the twelve floor. Rachel sat at the couch painting her nails. She looked at him and smiled, her lips a bright raspberry red. She put down the polish. “Randy, I’ve missed you so much,” she said.
His palms sweat and his mind buzzed. All he could see was naked flesh, not Rachel’s but Genesis. “I need,” he stopped eyes on Rachel as she removed the robe and let it fall to the ground.
“I’ve missed you,” she said and flung herself into his arms.
Later as they lay tangled in the bed sheets, Genesis twirled her finger in his chest hair. “I heard there is another. Not a breeder, but you favor her too much so you keep her to yourself. Who is she?”
“She is no one. I don’t keep her from anyone, but herself. I promised someone before he died I would watch over her.”
“I wish to meet her,” she said before kissing his chest.
He closed his eyes, as she made her way down. “You can’t.”
She stopped. “And why not? Who is she really?”
“Dominus,” a servant captain said coming into his small room.
“What is it? Do you know I am getting ready to eat.” His eyes watched the big black tom cat by the wall. His stomach growled with anticipation.
“We have captured a man from their outpost,” he said.
His eyes left the cat. “Bring him in.”
Two mutants covered in mud walked in dragging the man. He looked around frightened. “Leave me alone. I don’t want no mutation. I’m a good person really. Just a maid really. I wash, clean and cook.”
“He had this,” the servant guard handed Dominus a old tattered book.
He opened it. Colorful pictures made him squint at first. He let his eyes focus on what he was looking at. “You do these?”
“Yes. No one knows, but I have this Polaroid, and well its easy to find film in old stores.”
He stopped on a woman, her curly brown hair framed her round face. Her hazel eyes watched with sadness as something the picture did not show went on. “Who is she?”
“That is Genesis,” the man said.
“Genesis. How fitting.” He ran his finger over her. She must be, his mind whispered. She looks just like her. But so young, he could have his doctor mutate her. Use her.
“Who is this Genesis?”
The man said nothing. “Well,” the servant guard said kicking the man.
“Call in the doctor. That will get the boy to talk.”
“Clear,” a man said his revolver in his hand.
“I want this place burned incase they are in the basement,” Randal said. His mind lost focus, as his eyes did. His body burned, he thought for Rachel’s body. He wanted her even now as he stood so far away. He wiped the cold sweat from his head. It was under twenty degrees, yet he felt so warm.
“Sir, are you okay?”
“Yes,” he said shaking his head. He wanted some water, he was very thirsty.
“Brian its your turn,” Genesis said.
His eyes were at the door. “Jonathan is speaking to someone.”
The doctor turned his attention from the board game to the door. Sure enough she heard talking. Jonathan and a female. She got up, and Brian grabbed her arm. “Don’t.”
A few seconds later there was a small knock, and Jonathan came in. “That woman they found at the place I found Brian came to talk to you.”
“Why is she up here?”
“She has clearance for everything. Her small bracecode says she’s on level twelve.”
“So close,” she said looking at the doctor. “Did you know about this?”
He shook his head. “I only check them if they’re okay. I have not heard of any woman being moved up here. Usually they’re in ground levels.”
“Jonathan what did she want with me?”
He shrugged. “She wants to talk to you.”
“Talk. Twelve level. Randal must have something to do with this. But if he comes up like last night. I might be in a lot of trouble. Maybe I should talk to her.”
“No,” Brian said grabbing onto her arm. “You can’t.”
“Why are you so afraid?”
He shook his head. “I don’t like her. There is something bad about her.”
“Randy my dear, why do you let her keep a boy?” Rachel asked as he ran his hand down the curve of her side.
“She wanted him,” he said.
“But what if I want him?”
“The boy is Genesis’s.”
“But what if I want him? Do you wish to make me sad?”
He pushed her away, and she rolled off the bed. He got to his feet in an angry storm. “You dare question me? I said he belongs to Genesis, so he is hers.”
She got to her knees. “But I don’t,” she didn’t finish as his fist socked her in the face.
“No more,” he said and hit her again. His power being a turn on making him grow hard looking at the blood running from her nose. He grabbed a fistful of her hair yanking her up. She screamed loud and shrilly. He smiled and threw her on the bed. He fell on her like a beast, just wanting to get rid of the fire that burned through him.
“Okay Brian. Everything looks good. Jonathan you can take him up,” the doctor said.
Brian grabbed Jonathan’s hand as they walked from the room. One of the men walked with Rachel. Her and the boy locked eyes. She smiled even with her face covered in blood and all bruised up. He screamed loudly, and ran at her his small knife held tightly in his left hand. Jonathan grabbed him before he could get to her.
“Tomorrow night we kill them. This thorn in our side. Once they are gone, the rest will fall easily. Yes, we will kill everyone of them.” He looked down at the picture. “Except this girl,” he said handing a picture to one of the servants. “Pass it around. I had a vision, and she is to be one of us. To kill her would cause a wrath unlike any we have seen. She is a key.”
“Praise him,” someone in the group cried out.
“Yes,” he said his pruny lips twisted in a sick smile. “Praise him.”
“Praise him,” the others chimed in on cue.
“Tomorrow night we attack, all ready up,” he said as he disappeared into his room. He had discarded the tom, for he had human flesh. How he loved the taste, much better then rat or cat. The blood alone, with its coppery taste slid down his throat with a pleasuring ease. He grabbed the flesh on the ground and ate. He ate and thought. Yes. Genesis. As his name meant something more then these feebleminded slaves could comprehend, so did hers. And she looked so much like her mother. A woman he had loved from a distance, as he taunted the father. As he still taunted them. But now he knew his seed of corruption was at work. His hands were not giving him enough meat, he sunk to his knees and buried his face into the corpse. His jaw worked as his mind thought.
“What happened?” Genesis asked as Jonathan brought in the crying boy.
“He saw that woman and run for her with his knife.”
“Sir, there are mutants reported down at the 45 sector,” Jones said.
“Can’t be right. We cleaned that area weeks ago,” Randal looked down at his map. His head throbbed, and he felt a little queasy. The doctor had said that the men were all showing signs of the flu. He hated being sick, he needed to see Genesis. She would make it all better.
“What do you want us to do?”
Pushing his queasiness away he stood. “Lets go clean up.”
“Its dark sir.”
Randal looked at Jones angrily. “Do you not think I didn’t notice. But we can not let these mutants run over us.”
“I wonder what’s going on?” Genesis asked looking out her window. “Randal usually doesn’t go scouting this late.”
Jonathan came up behind her and hugged her to him. “You look cold. Come to the fire.”
“Odd,” the doctor said as he looked down at Rachel on his observation table.
“Something wrong doctor?”
“I think your pregnant.”
She sat up, her hands going to her stomach. She felt it, and smiled. “Can it be true?”
“Might be. I’d like to give you a test.”
Later on he looked down at his findings. Rachel was pregnant. Yes, pregnant, but also infected. “Oh God,” he said wiping his head with his handkerchief. This was something he had never seen in all his experiments. She was totally infected on the inside, but the outside was untouched. He got to his feet almost knocking over his samples. “The men,” he said out loud and was at the door before he saw the small shadow on the wall.
Something crashed to his left, and he turned. “Who’s there?”
“You found our secret,” the mutated voice said letting out a wheezy laugh.
The doctor wasn’t close enough to anything he could use as a weapon and carried nothing with him. “What do you want?”
“One more day,” the voice said. There was a crash behind him, he turned looking. The shadow grew. The mutant used a short pole and hit the doctor on the head. It smiled down at the fallen man and hit him again and again until he was dead.
Rachel looked down at the bloody bag of meat. Her stomach growled. She rubbed it. She looked at the pole and brought it to her lips licking it. “Yummy.”
She smiled and then hit herself in the face with it. Her fixed nose broke. She let the pole drop to the ground, and started to scream.
Jonathan sat holding Genesis before the fire. They were quiet as the logs crackled. His small radio went off, making them both jump. “Secure the women a voice said.”
“What’s going on?” Another voice asked.
“Send someone to get Randal,” another said.
“This is Jonathan,” he said talking into the little box. “What’s happened.”
“The doctor has been killed. The new breeder has been attacked too.”
Genesis sat down heavily on the couch. For a moment she felt as if she was hit in the stomach by something large. She couldn’t breath. What was she to do now? He had made sure Randal had never touched her, what now? Who could have killed her friend and mentor?
Jonathan was on his knees beside her talking to her. She didn’t hear. He started shaking her. She looked at him eyes clouded and lost. “Gen, speak to me.”
“We have to leave. Without the doctors medicine how will I control him?”
“Its okay, Gen.”
She stared at him, her eyes clear now, but panic started to fill them. “He can’t. I will kill myself before he uses me that way. He’s mad.”
Randal walked into the hotel. “Where is Genesis?”
“She’s safe in her room.”
“In her room too,” the small guard said leading him to the doctors room.
He looked down at the bloody corpse. His sickness was getting worse, and now he was so angry. “What the hell happened?”
The guards said nothing, just looked around frightened. “We heard the breeder scream, and ran in. This is how we found the doctor. She was on the floor crying. The pole over there is what did it.”
He looked at the blood covered pole. “The pole was the weapon, but where is the killer?”
They were all quiet. He took out his gun, and before anyone could shout he had shot all three guards. “I can not excuse this from happening. We are out a doctor.” He re-holstered his gun and walked quickly to the elevator.
“Jones where are you?” he said in the little radio.
“With the breeder. She is asking to see you.”
“I’m on my way.”
The elevator stopped and he got out. He walked passed the men all protecting the door. He opened it, and went in. He stopped, looking at Rachel crying holding some ice to her face. “Randal I was on my way to see the doctor he said he had good news for me.”
“What news?” He watched her look at Jones. “Leave us.”
He left. She looked at him. “I’m pregnant.”
His anger oozed away. “How?”
She gave him a small smile. “You know how. And its yours. I’ve been with you more then any other man. The doctor was telling me when we were attacked.” She rubbed her stomach. “Its yours Randy.”
“Mine,” he said.
Genesis had her arms crossed, as goosebumps ran up and down them. She had Randal’s milk ready. By three in the morning he still hadn’t showed up. She opened the door, peeking out at Jonathan. He shook his head. “Where is he?” she asked him.
“I haven’t heard anything.”
“Waiting is killing me.”
“Get some sleep.”
“Dearest,” Randal said gently shaking Genesis.
She let out a small yelp and pushed herself away from him. “You scared me,” she said as her heart threatened to escape her chest. “What time is it?”
“Its morning. I just came in to take a shower and check on you. Jonathan says you were up pretty late waiting for me.” He smiled. “I’m sorry I kept you up.”
“I was worried that something bad had happened.”
“Something bad has happened,” he said seriously. “The doctor is dead. He was killed, but something great has happened too.”
She pulled the cover up over her, cold. “Really.”
“One of the breeders is pregnant.”
Her face was a mask. “Which one?”
“The new one.”
“That is good, I guess.”
He got up. “Its great. Eat breakfast. I’ll see you later.”
“Jonathan,”Randal said as he left the room.
“I’m going to be a father,” he said clapping the man on the shoulder before he disappeared into the elevator.
Jonathan rushed into the room. He stopped as he saw Genesis calling downstairs. He took in a deep breath. “You okay?”
“He said he was going to be a father.”
“The new girl is pregnant.”
“I didn’t know he liked the other women,” he said.
“He never did.”
“They are leaving Master,” a short mutant girl said. Her ripped floral dress was covered in mud and grime.
“We will wait until they are gone, and then we will sneak in. We will wait for them inside. We attack when they come back.”
“Praise him,” she said.
Rachel lay on her back. Her stomach in pain, as she stared at the ceiling. A shadow appeared, as she rolled over on her side. “It’s time, isn’t it?”
“Can I have the man. I have found him very fun.”
“He’s going to die.”
She sat up. “Why?”
“He has ties to the ones who aren’t affected.”
“Like the woman he hides at the top.”
“I’ll kill her.”
“I warned you once, don’t make me do it again. She’s not to be harmed.”
“He’s one of us now, as is everyone in the place. But I just want him.”
“He is dead.”
“Jonathan?” Genesis said as she went into the bathroom.
“I just wanted one last hot shower before we left.”
She handed him his towel as he got out. “We can find someplace.”
“Maybe some people.”
“Brian is packed, and so am I.”
“Okay well we got to get going if we are going to get away,” he said.
She turned and went to the door. She went to get Brian, as she walked into the room he was cowered in the corner. “What’s wrong?” She turned around. All she saw was something come towards her face.
She awoke a few hours later. She sat up, her head aching. She looked around, she was still in her own room. A woman came in. They looked each other over. The blond placed her hands on her hips. “You must be Genesis. I’m Rachel. You are rather pretty. I don’t understand why everyone wants you. Randal keeps you locked away and now Dominus.”
“What does Dominus want with me?”
“I don’t know. But he did one thing wrong. He changed me.”
Genesis looked at the woman curiously. “What do you mean?”
She took in a deep breath and let it out. She turned and started going through some of Genesis’s stuff. “Do you know when you mutate, you become ugly, unfeeling, gross. His doctor mutated the mutation. So,” she turned to look at Genesis. “You see the new mutant.”
“You carry the mutation?”
“But I also harbor one more thing. I can have children.”
“Mutants can’t have children.”
“I can, and I am.”
Genesis sighed. “If you want to kill me, do it before Randal gets home.”
“I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to use you. I know what your thinking. You don’t want to be used. To bad. Because I have two things you like.” She turned her head. “Bring them in.”
Two of their own guards came in pushing in Jonathan an Brian. “Genesis are you okay?”
“I already sent a messenger to get Randal, but even as we speak Dominus is waiting for them to return. I know we both don’t want anything to happen to him. Me, because I love him, you, I don’t know.”
Genesis laughed. “I so thought you knew.”
“Shut-up! Don’t laugh! I hate when people laugh at me!” She screamed and knocked a book over. It landed on the ground open. Her and Genesis looked down at. “Oh my,” was all she could say.
“My father and his brother.”
“Twins,” she said.
Genesis nodded. “It runs in the family.”
She picked up the book. “The woman in the middle is your mother?”
“She looks just like you.”
“So they say.”
Rachel laughed. “I have it all right here. Dominus is going down,” she said. “Bring them with me.” She walked out carrying the book.
Jones grabbed Genesis off the bed. “Watch the hands,” she said as he grabbed her.
Randal got out of his car, looking around. He would be killing people if Genesis or Rachel were hurt. He had his two guns on his mind when he walked in. His men followed behind him. He walked in, and all was quiet. The lights were out except one. A man sat under the light, well he was far from a man.
“Dominus,” Randal said hands on the butts of his guns.
“It was about time we met,” the mutant said. His minions spread behind him watching his men with their weird grey eyes.
“So you’ve been here all along?”
“You’ve always been on my ass, lets just say. Finally I’m getting back.”
“Then let us solve this like real men, or have you forgotten what it feels like.”
Dominus got to his feet. “Boy, I was a man long before you were. And I can say you were never like your father.”
His hands tightened into fists. “I’m better then him. He was weak.”
Dominus laughed. “At least we can say we agreed on one thing.”
“Are you going to fight me or just stand there?”
“No ones fighting tonight,” Rachel said walking over.
“Rachel what have you done?” Dominus asked.
“I brought the girl, for his life.”
“No,” him and Randal said at the same time.
“Yes. Or I will kill her. You want her infected anyways. Infected like you. Why not like me?” Randal took a step back. Genesis looked at him, pained. She looked at Randal. “She was going to leave you.” Genesis looked away. “But I’ve finally found out why you really want them dead.”
“Rachel give me the girl.”
“I can bare children Dominus, or rather Frank.”
Genesis and Randal both looked at the man. He looked at the blond angrily. “None of us can bare children.”
“Your mutation has let me bare children. I am pregnant.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “You stupid retarded girl. Do you seriously think you are pregnant? That’s the mutation killing you. Its deadly. It eats your insides until there is nothing left.”
She shook her head. “No. It’s a baby.”
“Stupid girl. You’re messing up everything. Give me Genesis.”
“No!” she said. “You are no Dominus! He used to be a regular human just like everyone else. He said all he’s told us because he wants to get revenge!”
His claw like hands balled into fists. “Yes! I want revenge. My brother got everything, even the woman I loved. I can change that. I have another chance. With his daughter.”
“Oh gross,” Genesis said. “Your all fucking mad.”
“Did you not know all men on our side gets brain fever,” Dominus said.
“I’m not mad,” Randal said, “I’m angry. Its like dutch.”
Genesis and Jonathan didn’t need to be told twice. Dutch was a game they played when they were kids. She elbowed Jones, he let her go with a oomph, and she fell to the ground. Jonathan did the same, pulling Brian down. Gun fire erupted around them.
Genesis counted to ten, and then her and Jonathan were moving. She came to the dead body of Jones and took his gun. She let all the air out of her body calming her head, she got to her feet and started shooting. Jonathan was at her back. She looked for Randal, but could not find him. She searched through the fighting crowd of mutants and humans. She finally saw them. Dominus and him were fighting. Dominus was on his back and had pulled his knife. By the time she had reached them, he had already shoved it into Randal’s back.
She shot Dominus. He was dead before he hit the ground, but Randal wasn’t. She fell beside him tears falling down her eyes. She used all her muscle to roll him over. He coughed up blood as he looked up at her. Using her sleeve, she cleaned his face.
His hand reached up to touch her cheek, it came away wet with her tears. “You cry for me, my lovely.”
“Hush, my brave one,” she said.
“I’m infected already. I never meant to hurt you,” his eyes looked so much like his old self.
He coughed. “I just wanted to be a good brother. But I was sick. You kept me from my madness.” He coughed and started shivering. “I’m so cold. Hold me Gen, hold me please! I’m so scared.”
She kissed his forehead. “Don’t be. I’m right here.”
“I do love you.”
“And I will always love you,” she said. She held him as he died.
Jonathan touched her shoulder. “We have to go.”
She kissed Randal’s head once more. “Be at peace, brother.” She got up. They left the chaotic room.
Jonathan got to the car. “We need to get away.”
She looked at him and then back to the hotel. “They’re all infected.”
“No. I can’t.” She disappeared. He was going to follow her, but she came right back with a big metal can. She went to the entrance and splashed some gas around it and along the walls. She lit a match. “May this be the end. Forgive me God.” She tossed it, lighting the gas.
She ran over to the car and got in. They drove off, and she turned watching the flames creep up the hotel walls. “Here,” Jonathan said passing her the book Rachel had had.
She opened it to see her and Randal smiling at the camera. They had to have been three. They looked so alike, like most identical twins. She held the book to her chest and cried. Cried for her mother she had never met, her dead father, and now for her lost brother.
Brian reached over the seat and touched her shoulder. “Genesis, everything will be okay when we get to California.”
Rachel escaped from the burning building with some of her men. Dominus was wrong. She was pregnant. That bitch had ruined it for her. She would find her, even if she had to follow her around the world. She would kill that human. She swore on the life of her child.
“Get a car started. We have some hunting to do.”