Running from Eden

“Eve, time to get up,” a male voice sounded through the intercom into the small cell. The room consisted of a single bed bolted to one of the walls, its sheets and blanket as white as the tiled room. A small square table with a single metal chair along with a bookcase filled with books. The colour of their covers providing the only colour in the strict white tiled room. Everything was securely bolted to either the walls or floors.

The only other things in the room was a toilet and sink.

Eve threw the blanket back and slid her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Morning, Jack. You’re on shift today, huh?” she said, lifting her gaze to the camera tucked securely in a wire cage over the steel door. She didn’t expect an answer, but being desperate for any kind of conversation she tried to engage with her caretakers.

Standing up, she fluffed her pillow and made her bed. She had no idea why she did it, because every day when she came back from the morning routine she came back to clean bedding.

After she relieved herself and washed her hands she heard the audible click that unlocked the small sliding door to a cubbyhole where her meals were placed. Opening it, she reached in and pulled the plastic glass of orange juice out along with a paper bowl of mixed fruit. Placing them on the table, she went back and pulled out the paper plate with two pieces of lightly buttered toast, then sat at the table to eat.

“Another day, same routine,” she muttered running a plastic comb through her hair and putting it up in a ponytail. “Who’s taking me to the gym today, Jack?”

“Bert is on shift this morning, Eve. If you have finished, stand by the door please.”

Inwardly groaning, she picked up her trash and placed it back into the cubbyhole then stood by the door.

The bolt to the steel door clanked and the door opened. On the other side stood a small man with a long, thin nose and beady, little brown eyes with huge eyebrows over the top of them. He was wearing the normal white coat over blue scrubs each of the scientists wore.

“Morning, Eve,” he squeaked out in his high-pitched voice.

“Morning, Bert.” She sighed. Bert was one of the scientists that she didn’t like. He had a real tendency to enjoy any pain that she had to go through.

Bert stepped back and a guard moved forward.

“Morning, Charlie,” she said, hiding the smile and happiness she felt at seeing him.

He was about a foot taller than she was, and he had tanned, muscled arms that bulged under his tight, black uniformed t-shirt. His right arm had some kind of tattoo on it; she could see it as it peeked just under the short sleeves. He was by far a better looking than any of the scientists in this place.

Lifting her arms in the air, she waited until he placed his hands on her wrists and then ran them over her bare skin. They carried on over her white scrubs. She took a soft breath in as he skimmed the side of her breasts and carried on without stopping past her hips, then lower, over her ass and down her thighs. It was a new thing to feel her pussy clench as he did. He was the only one in this place who made her feel hot and flustered. But she had learned to hide as much emotion as she could from the White Coats—they liked to learn new things about her and use it.

Seeing Bert was preoccupied with reading a file with her name on it, Eve glanced quickly at Charlie. Taking a risk, she slipped into his mind, an ability that the white coats had no idea she had after keeping it a secret from them.

“Oh God, I love her skin. I’d love to feel her whole body under me.

Just to feel her without clothes on.

My cock is so hard right now.

Dammit! does that make me sick?

She shouldn’t be here.

This place shouldn’t exist.” Eve felt his inner anger growing stronger the longer she stayed in his mind. The more Eve grew to know Charlie, the more she discovered his inner fight with himself. He hated Eden and everything in it. He stayed because he hoped to find a way to free the women whom had been created and treated in a way no human being should be.

Quickly, she pulled back from back his thoughts. She looked down at him, watching as he reached her ankles, trying desperately to hold back the urge to comfort him.

“Clean,” he muttered to Bert.

Knowing this meant it was safe for her to step out of the room, she moved out and began to walk down the hall with Charlie close behind her followed by Bert.

She knew the routine forward and backward. The mornings were always the same. She was allowed half an hour to get up and eat breakfast. She then went with the White Coat that was on shift to spend two hours in the gym. Although the Coats were different men or women, the guard would often stay the same. Eve learned through reading the minds around her carefully, the same guard was assigned to the same test subject all the time so he could anticipate an attack from her. The less unknown persons around a subject the better.

Walking down the corridor, Eve noticed that a few more doors than usual were wide open. She sneaked a peek into each room as she passed, but the cells were devoid of both person and items. She would love to ask questions, but knowing she wouldn’t get answers she didn’t bother. Reaching the end of the hallway, she pushed open the double doors and walked into one of the many huge, white rooms. This one was filled with gym equipment.

There were only three other females in there today, each one with a White Coat and a guard beside them. Normally there would be five, one on each piece of equipment.

Eve noticed that most of the females looked pretty similar—shoulder length, jet black, straight hair with heart-shaped faces. They all had athletic builds. With the constant two hour gym workout every morning and their diet being regularly watched, not one of them had an ounce of fat., unlike some of the white coats. Eve stood still while Bert attached small circular metal monitors to her body and started the treadmill. Stepping onto it, she began her run. All the while Bert scribbled away on his chart. Charlie stood to the side of him, his eyes never leaving her.

When Eve first discovered she could read minds a few years back it came as a shock. Staying tight-lipped about it wasn’t easy at first. Hearing the disgusting thoughts some of the Coats had made her feel ill. Bert was a sick man—she tried not to read his mind very much. She also discovered she couldn’t read any female minds. Not just the other test subjects but the female scientists too; it was like hearing white static coming from them.

Before being able to read minds, Eve’s limited learning was what she read in the books that she was allowed. But since she had discovered her ability, she learned a whole lot more about the Eden and life outside of it.

Eden had been created after a UFO had crashed nearby. The aliens inside hadn’t survived, but being creative, some scientists had managed to splice their DNA with human DNA, thus creating the women in this facility.

Eve knew of twenty females who had been created, and they all had human features except for one; Eve had never seen her but had heard of her. Most of the females had some kind of added ability, mainly telekinesis. She herself had not only that ability but could see in the dark as well. She’d also been told she was stronger and more agile than most of the women. All the females that had been created had tiny, raised freckles that lit up when they became emotional. Some of the women even had a slight blue tint to their skin.

For some bizarre reason no male babies had made it through the foetus stage. She had been here for twenty-two years, and the routine hadn’t changed in all that time. Well, not unless you were being punished or picked out for certain tests.

As children they were just escorted around the complex by the scientists, but as she got older guards began to appear. She didn’t understand why until one day she had been in the gym when one of the girls decided to pick a few weights up with her telekinesis and throw them at the White Coat following her. Since then guards had been a permanent fixture. These men watched their subject and protected the scientists.