A smile broke apart my lips. "You know who she is," I said.
"An itty-bitty princess. Ripe for rutting."
"She will fit perfectly around my cock," I said, smug as I tightened my makeshift bandage.
For years, I had waited for her. I talked endlessly about how I would take her and what we would do when we left the dark clutches of the forest. She would end this misery, and together, we'd find the cure. It was just as I was told by her mother, right before she died.
My brother didn't believe it was possible to leave, nor did he think a cure had even been made. To him, they were just stories told by a dying woman.
Father was the one who denied the reality of a cure. He filled our heads with lies, warning us constantly of a threat that didn't exist.
"Government agents," Kahn said. "Now that you broke the pact, they will come after us. We're all doomed."
"The title our father made for her is meaningless. She is no princess. There are no government agents watching over her. I have been over that line. I have seen where she lives. She is poor and destitute like us. She has no one but her aging father. She is the mirror of our image."
"You lie. She is beautiful. We are monsters."
"Only for a fortnight, brother," I muttered. "For when I find the cure, my luck will change."
Again, her persistent sobbing from upstairs bled through the cracks. I knew that I needed to save her, but now was not the time.
Lucky for her, the sound of my father's footsteps was not present… yet. He was most likely taking his usual day trip into the city to scavenge for whatever spare parts he could find for the great war that he said waited at the end of his life. Well, the time might have been upon us already. If the girl's father tried to rescue her, we'd all be forced into a conflict we couldn't get out of. I was sure there would be deaths, which was why I needed to make a realistic plan.
"I’ve done many terrible things. I know this, brother. But, please… I need you on my side," I said. "Father has made us both do unspeakable things. The one thing I have yet to do is lie to you."
"She is nothing like us, and there is no cure," he said. "She is here to make sure we stay in line."
I shook my head and sighed. "We were all affected by what happened. Our tragedy connects us all together," I argued.
The accident. The break in Onyx Laboratories. Contamination. Government agents tore us away from our families. I couldn't blame him for being paranoid. The entire thing fucked up my family, and my dad made it even worse.
So many appalling memories rushed through my brain. As I remembered the horror of my creation, my blood pumped with adrenaline, my muscles grew tight against the seams of my shirt, and I turned tireless and irate.
I looked up at the ceiling, punished by her cries and my brother's poor logic. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to give that punishment back, to take the howling bitch upstairs and pump her full of my cock until everyone in the entire world stopped throwing the hurt back to me. Until I could give her a child and break the curse put on the two families.
I had my ways of getting out, but it didn't matter. When a person looked the way I did, huge and monstrous, they chased with more than pitchforks. It was as my father had told me so long ago. "They get one look at your hideous face, and they'll make a lesson out of you."
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me," I whispered.
I wasn't a religious man. I was someone who was searching for the truth. She had the answers that I needed.
I stayed in these woods. I waited for her. But now was my chance to turn darkness into true beauty.
Kahn sank from the bars and collapsed onto the blood-stained concrete. The anger dissipated from his face, and I saw someone human again, my brother. "I’m tired, Lucian. I don't want to fight. When will this all end?"
I looked into the asshole's eyes and sighed. "Brother, I'm sorry," I muttered, feeling the sting in my chest grow. "We’re the forgotten ones."
My brother went fucking crazy. His eyes shook and rolled back inside his head. Veins visibly pumping, he smashed his body against the bars, howling with all his might. Taking hold of them, he screamed and smashed his head against the rusted metal. "Father! He is escaping! Father!"
I backed against the wall, looking frantically at the staircase to the upstairs. "What are you doing? You'll get me killed," I hissed.
But it was far too late. I heard his footsteps come running onto the deck outside. Father was back, and he would be ready to fuck us both up. His heavy boots reverberated down the stairs as he jumped into the basement.
He suited up and grabbed the scourge from a hook on the wall as well as the tranquilizer gun to put us down for the night. “What did I tel
l you?” he screamed.
"You fucking fool," I said to my brother.