Fic - Mother's Wishes
Title: Mother's Wishes
Author:
zerimarclassics
Characters: Crystal (this journal), Margery
militarymomlove, Margery's Mother, Margery's Father
Notes: Writen from Margery's POV (fuck HTML) may go into Crytal's (fuck you HTML) later. Comments and random statements more than welcome. Fuck HTML and LJ is being a whore. :]
The sudden appearance wasn’t as subtle as it was for most of the other women. One morning, Margery woke up with such a powerful urge to retch she threw a nurse to the ground on her way to the restroom. For the rest of the day, she was stuck in bed hardly able to even smell food, let alone look at it.
Her stomach was tied in such horrible knots she was doubled over in bed, groaning from the pain. The next day, it was as if nothing had happened. She was well again and fully capable of going to the doctor to see about her sudden attack.
The months wore on and each one brought on a new symptom, and a more vivid dream. A small child, no more than four years-old ran from Margery in a field of giant crystals that changed colors depending on the light. The child at first was a boy, delicate with blond curls and stunning blue eyes, but he had a set of razor sharp teeth and a lion tail that dragged on the floor as he ran down the dirt path. He also had no voice, which sent Margery into a panic when he would stop to try and speak to her but nothing would come out other than a few strained squeaks.
As Margery’s stomach began to grow and her doctor visits became more frequent, her dreams began to include more sound, texture, light, and even smell and taste. So vivid that when she finally got close enough to the small child to touch it’s now cat-like tail, she woke up still feeling the thin fibers of hair on her fingertips.
Now, she was walking, almost running after the child, who had become a feisty little girl with thick dark brown hair, cat ears and tiny clawed hands and feet. The crystal’s took on a strange blue hue, still changing whenever Margery walked past them or looked at them a certain way. Taking on the colors of her favorite stone - alexandrite.
The little girl skipped along the dirt path and stopped short at a large set of crystals reaching her little hands out to touch the stone. Margery’s stomach lurched and she rushed after the child, an unknown fear overwhelming her.
“Don’t touch that.” She ordered, calling the attention of the precious little girl. She turned to face her and finally, the child had a face. Rounded with a smaller than average nose, little cat ears had blond tuffs sticking out from the sides and a smile filled with razor sharp teeth.
“Mama!”
A voice! Finally! The child had a voice! A warmth washed through Margery’s chest, welling her eyes with sweet tears and forcing a gasp from her throat. A voice to the face and body that had been haunting her for months! But before she could feel the touch of the small child - she woke up - to the oddest sensation in her life. Something stirred, literally stirred, within her stomach. It felt as if a fish was swimming within her womb.
Rolling over, she placed a hand over her swelling belly and felt the movement again. Elated, Margery jumped from the bed and stood before the full length mirror. Hoping that she would see the movement she felt within her, but no. No sooner had Margery lifted her shirt to see her stomach than did her little monster inside stop moving, struck with sudden stage fright.
“Well, then.” She sighed, placing a hand over her stomach, “You can’t just wake me up and not put on a show. That’s not fair.”
Of course she wouldn’t receive a response from the creature inside. It was early for movement, but then again, Margery was not holding a normal child. She was holding a mutant.
The gel was Margery’s least favorite part. It left an odd residue on her skin no matter how well she would clean it off, and the tissues given to her after examination were no help at all. What was even more strange was watching and listening to the rapid heartbeat of the creature within her.
“And - there. There it is.” the doctor instructed to the other, hovering over her shoulder before remembering that Margery was in the room. Margery often forgot that she wasn’t always considered a patient, but a test tube around these people.
The doctor turned the pixelated screen to her and Margery got her first glimpse of the strange little alien growing within her. Curled in a fetal position with two little numbs for feet and two more illuminated by the machine showing - could it be? - claws. Four little claws on a hand and two more visible on the other hand.
“Are those - ?” Margery began, and the Doctor nodded.
“Yes. This is great news. We were unsure of the cells and if they would agree with the procedure.” The doctor informed handing Margery the flimsy tissues.
“What do you mean?”
“Like the owner - the cells were quite stubborn when we were trying to isolate them. They were much more sensitive than the others. They damaged so easily.” She added shaking her head slightly.
Like the owner? Margery didn’t care. She wanted to see the other women. Meredith, Angelica, Angela, and Winifred. Meredith was much farther along than Margery, but she was the most stubborn and disgusted by anyone else that dared to even speak to her. Because of Margery’s ranking, as low as it was, she was allowed to explore to a certain degree. It was a blessing, especially when Margery received a craving of some kind.
No craving had yet to confuse her more than the way a piece of raw meat made her mouth water like she had just seen a chocolate cake, and yet Margery was completely repulsed by cooked meat. Unless the meat was raw, or still held a tint of red to it, Margery couldn’t look at it. She ignored the looks she received from the other guards as she made her way to the other women. Angelica and Winifred were always happy to see Margery, feeling a kind of understanding from her. Despite the fact that Margery was a human, and it was humans who were placing these women in this situation. Unnatural, inhumane, and completely unethical situation of swapping DNA and placing it within others for scientific experiments.
Margery should’ve never snuck into that room, and should have never opened her mouth. But she did. The little alien that squirmed and grew within Margery’s stomach was a machine gun. Specifically created by the many scientists that forgot Margery was a human being, the tiny monster was genetically created to be a monster. A creature born to only fight, maim, and murder - or be murdered in the process. An object, not a child, just a creature made to kill. Margery’s stomach would roll into knots at the simple mention, and she’d cry for hours at the thought of something her body held for so long and as a mother what she should do for her child. Raise it, care for it, love it.
Not let it be taken away to become a nightmare.
Meredith sat in the far corner of her the room, glowering down at the growing entity in her stomach. She loathed her situation, and thus loathed everyone else around her.
“You gotta talk to me sooner or later, Meredith.”
“Don’t talk to me, blondie. I ain’t got shit to say to you.” She snarled from afar, “I want this thing outta me, already.”
“They said you’d get uncomfortable.” Replied Winifred softly.
“Did they?” Margery asked, and immediately saw Winifred’s face fall and her pale cheeks turn a soft pink. They said it, just not directly to them. These poor women were treated like animals more than humans, not even science experiments. Creatures. Freaks. Isolated behind bullet proof glass, and nothing was more uncomfortable than sharing a cot with another human being who wouldn’t roll over and give some room because, of course, your womb cannot detach.
“I got to see it today.” Margery whispered to Angelica, whose face lit up.
“What’d it look like?”
“It’s got claws. Don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, though.”
“What does it feel like?” asked Angela.
Margery gave her an estranged look, and Meredith scoffed loudly then forced herself to her swollen feet.
“Mines a boy. I know it.” She snapped, “Think about it. How’s your baby feel like? Is it keepin’ you awake all night, jabbing you in the back like a man? Or do it wake you up quiet like - like a lady would.”
Margery looked down at her tiny belly, the other women had large swollen ones. Margery looked a little pudgy, but not nearly as impressive as the others were now. She thought for a second. She couldn’t remember being woken up rudely, unexpectedly, yes. She was never - jabbed, like Meredith put it. It almost felt - accidental when the small being inside her woke her up with movement.
“A girl…” Margery replied finally, “A little girl.”
“You ain’t that big. Can’t be much bigger than a kitten that thing.”
“Not like I’m a fuckin’ giant, Meredith.”
Author:
zerimarclassics
Characters: Crystal (this journal), Margery
militarymomlove, Margery's Mother, Margery's Father
Notes: Writen from Margery's POV (fuck HTML) may go into Crytal's (fuck you HTML) later. Comments and random statements more than welcome. Fuck HTML and LJ is being a whore. :]
The sudden appearance wasn’t as subtle as it was for most of the other women. One morning, Margery woke up with such a powerful urge to retch she threw a nurse to the ground on her way to the restroom. For the rest of the day, she was stuck in bed hardly able to even smell food, let alone look at it.
Her stomach was tied in such horrible knots she was doubled over in bed, groaning from the pain. The next day, it was as if nothing had happened. She was well again and fully capable of going to the doctor to see about her sudden attack.
The months wore on and each one brought on a new symptom, and a more vivid dream. A small child, no more than four years-old ran from Margery in a field of giant crystals that changed colors depending on the light. The child at first was a boy, delicate with blond curls and stunning blue eyes, but he had a set of razor sharp teeth and a lion tail that dragged on the floor as he ran down the dirt path. He also had no voice, which sent Margery into a panic when he would stop to try and speak to her but nothing would come out other than a few strained squeaks.
As Margery’s stomach began to grow and her doctor visits became more frequent, her dreams began to include more sound, texture, light, and even smell and taste. So vivid that when she finally got close enough to the small child to touch it’s now cat-like tail, she woke up still feeling the thin fibers of hair on her fingertips.
Now, she was walking, almost running after the child, who had become a feisty little girl with thick dark brown hair, cat ears and tiny clawed hands and feet. The crystal’s took on a strange blue hue, still changing whenever Margery walked past them or looked at them a certain way. Taking on the colors of her favorite stone - alexandrite.
The little girl skipped along the dirt path and stopped short at a large set of crystals reaching her little hands out to touch the stone. Margery’s stomach lurched and she rushed after the child, an unknown fear overwhelming her.
“Don’t touch that.” She ordered, calling the attention of the precious little girl. She turned to face her and finally, the child had a face. Rounded with a smaller than average nose, little cat ears had blond tuffs sticking out from the sides and a smile filled with razor sharp teeth.
“Mama!”
A voice! Finally! The child had a voice! A warmth washed through Margery’s chest, welling her eyes with sweet tears and forcing a gasp from her throat. A voice to the face and body that had been haunting her for months! But before she could feel the touch of the small child - she woke up - to the oddest sensation in her life. Something stirred, literally stirred, within her stomach. It felt as if a fish was swimming within her womb.
Rolling over, she placed a hand over her swelling belly and felt the movement again. Elated, Margery jumped from the bed and stood before the full length mirror. Hoping that she would see the movement she felt within her, but no. No sooner had Margery lifted her shirt to see her stomach than did her little monster inside stop moving, struck with sudden stage fright.
“Well, then.” She sighed, placing a hand over her stomach, “You can’t just wake me up and not put on a show. That’s not fair.”
Of course she wouldn’t receive a response from the creature inside. It was early for movement, but then again, Margery was not holding a normal child. She was holding a mutant.
The gel was Margery’s least favorite part. It left an odd residue on her skin no matter how well she would clean it off, and the tissues given to her after examination were no help at all. What was even more strange was watching and listening to the rapid heartbeat of the creature within her.
“And - there. There it is.” the doctor instructed to the other, hovering over her shoulder before remembering that Margery was in the room. Margery often forgot that she wasn’t always considered a patient, but a test tube around these people.
The doctor turned the pixelated screen to her and Margery got her first glimpse of the strange little alien growing within her. Curled in a fetal position with two little numbs for feet and two more illuminated by the machine showing - could it be? - claws. Four little claws on a hand and two more visible on the other hand.
“Are those - ?” Margery began, and the Doctor nodded.
“Yes. This is great news. We were unsure of the cells and if they would agree with the procedure.” The doctor informed handing Margery the flimsy tissues.
“What do you mean?”
“Like the owner - the cells were quite stubborn when we were trying to isolate them. They were much more sensitive than the others. They damaged so easily.” She added shaking her head slightly.
Like the owner? Margery didn’t care. She wanted to see the other women. Meredith, Angelica, Angela, and Winifred. Meredith was much farther along than Margery, but she was the most stubborn and disgusted by anyone else that dared to even speak to her. Because of Margery’s ranking, as low as it was, she was allowed to explore to a certain degree. It was a blessing, especially when Margery received a craving of some kind.
No craving had yet to confuse her more than the way a piece of raw meat made her mouth water like she had just seen a chocolate cake, and yet Margery was completely repulsed by cooked meat. Unless the meat was raw, or still held a tint of red to it, Margery couldn’t look at it. She ignored the looks she received from the other guards as she made her way to the other women. Angelica and Winifred were always happy to see Margery, feeling a kind of understanding from her. Despite the fact that Margery was a human, and it was humans who were placing these women in this situation. Unnatural, inhumane, and completely unethical situation of swapping DNA and placing it within others for scientific experiments.
Margery should’ve never snuck into that room, and should have never opened her mouth. But she did. The little alien that squirmed and grew within Margery’s stomach was a machine gun. Specifically created by the many scientists that forgot Margery was a human being, the tiny monster was genetically created to be a monster. A creature born to only fight, maim, and murder - or be murdered in the process. An object, not a child, just a creature made to kill. Margery’s stomach would roll into knots at the simple mention, and she’d cry for hours at the thought of something her body held for so long and as a mother what she should do for her child. Raise it, care for it, love it.
Not let it be taken away to become a nightmare.
Meredith sat in the far corner of her the room, glowering down at the growing entity in her stomach. She loathed her situation, and thus loathed everyone else around her.
“You gotta talk to me sooner or later, Meredith.”
“Don’t talk to me, blondie. I ain’t got shit to say to you.” She snarled from afar, “I want this thing outta me, already.”
“They said you’d get uncomfortable.” Replied Winifred softly.
“Did they?” Margery asked, and immediately saw Winifred’s face fall and her pale cheeks turn a soft pink. They said it, just not directly to them. These poor women were treated like animals more than humans, not even science experiments. Creatures. Freaks. Isolated behind bullet proof glass, and nothing was more uncomfortable than sharing a cot with another human being who wouldn’t roll over and give some room because, of course, your womb cannot detach.
“I got to see it today.” Margery whispered to Angelica, whose face lit up.
“What’d it look like?”
“It’s got claws. Don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, though.”
“What does it feel like?” asked Angela.
Margery gave her an estranged look, and Meredith scoffed loudly then forced herself to her swollen feet.
“Mines a boy. I know it.” She snapped, “Think about it. How’s your baby feel like? Is it keepin’ you awake all night, jabbing you in the back like a man? Or do it wake you up quiet like - like a lady would.”
Margery looked down at her tiny belly, the other women had large swollen ones. Margery looked a little pudgy, but not nearly as impressive as the others were now. She thought for a second. She couldn’t remember being woken up rudely, unexpectedly, yes. She was never - jabbed, like Meredith put it. It almost felt - accidental when the small being inside her woke her up with movement.
“A girl…” Margery replied finally, “A little girl.”
“You ain’t that big. Can’t be much bigger than a kitten that thing.”
“Not like I’m a fuckin’ giant, Meredith.”