Day 1: Birth

Beast POV

It's warm in here...and wet. I hear voices, but they're muffled. I try to tell them to stop, but when I open my mouth, the warm liquid rushes in and all I do is make garbled noises. No one hears me and the noises continue.

I've been in here for so long. It's so dark and wet in here. I want to be in the light. I don't mind the wet, but I want to feel dry and see what it's like. Most of all, I want Out.

It's been too long. I'm starting to feel like I'll never get out. My legs are slow in the liquid, but I try and kick out. I kick as hard as I can, but I don't hear much noise outside. My kicks must not be doing much, so I stop. Maybe I'll try again later. Maybe I won't.

The voices come louder and more often now. I wonder what's going on. It gets brighter once and a while, more often then it ever has before. It's not too long before the voices will start up again after they get quiet. Maybe I'll finally get out...

The voices are loud today. They're really loud. Today is busy. I hear voices and loud noises outside. Then there's a loud voice. The voice goes on and on and it's the loudest voice of all. It seems to make my whole body vibrate with its volume. I hear it over my head and suddenly I'm being pushed. The liquid is rushing out and I'm being carried out by the rush of liquid. I cry out, but no one can hear me in here. Suddenly, I'm scared. I don't know what's out there, but I know exactly what's in here. It's warm, wet, and safe. I don't want to leave anymore, but I don't have a choice. Then there's a small point of light, it slowly gets bigger and bigger and I close my eyes. The light is too bright...it hurts...it hurts so much...so I curl up inside my small area and pull it closed behind me. I can still see through the thin skin in front, but now I'm safe inside my special area. It protects me. I'm not ready to be outside yet, so this shell of flesh will protect me. It has to...

I'm grabbed suddenly and hands wrap around my shell. I shriek. The air! It hurts! Even through my shell, the air hurts. It doesn't feel good like the liquid. I shriek and squirm, trying to get back to the dark. The hands hold me firmer and I shoot my tail out at them. I move so fast through this burning air! My stinger slips free of my skin and I hit a hand holding me. There's a loud noise and then I'm falling! My shell hits something cold and hard. I'm grabbed again and slammed inside something. I yell as a hand moves and the area closes. I'm trapped in this small area. I yell and thrash, but the noises are quieter now. No one notices me and no one cares, except for one person. I see blonde hair that hangs limply around a head. Piercing brown eyes stare at me. They're filled with something I don't have a word for, but it makes me shake inside my shell. It scares me. The face is wet and it looks tired, but the eyes...the eyes are alive...alive with something that makes me fall quiet in terror...

Elsa POV

I see the lump of flesh I've just given birth too. It's disgusting. Dren, my child, fathered this...this thing. Clive should have fathered any child I had, but because I hesitated, he's dead. Clive...William...Gavin... My eyes narrow as I glare hatefully at the squirming lump of flesh in the incubator. It pauses and I know it's watching me, but that's good. I want it to know I hate it.

It looks just like Dren when Dren was born. A strange ball of flesh with a tail and she even stung someone too, just like her father stung me. It's strange to think of Dren as a male when I raised him as a female for months, but it's the male version of Dren that attacked me and raped me, making me get pregnant with this abomination. No...this isn't true. I would have tried to create it on my own eventually, but I wouldn't have gotten pregnant with it. Dren made that happen. He put me through this.

They've asked me to do these journal entries to see how I feel each day. Personally, I think it's just to see how stable I am. Either way, I have no problem being completely and utterly honest in these entries.

They're going to ask me to name it. I know they will. This...thing. Joan will make sure I'm the one to name it, if it's given a name. I don't know why. Names mean attachment. We need to take samples and treat this like a specimen, not a human. That's where Clive and I screwed up. It will be easier to train it and teach it with a name however...

One of the two bit scientists that helped me deliver, approaches me. He's timid and acts nervous. Does he think I'll bite his freaking head off? Well, I have gotten more hostile between Clive's death and the hormones. For a while, I was depressed over the loss of Clive, but when I learned of my pregnancy, I decided I needed to live my life. I couldn't just walk around already dead. When I chose to live, I chose to choose how I live. My demeanor became a bit harsh. I push people away, I know I do, but that's all the better. The only one I can depend on is me. Even Clive betrayed me when he nearly slept with Dren. "Miss Kast? Do you have a name for it in mind? We'd like to write in the file if you have selected one already?" 'Selected one.' Not 'picked out a name.' Thesis just a specimen to experiment on to them. So, what is this little lump of flesh to me exactly? I'll figure that out as soon as I deal with this annoying little man.

I regard the man coldly. He has so little a clue of the biological goldmine I've just given birth to. Only a select few have significant information about what is going on. "I couldn't care less." My eyes fall on the folder a woman nearby is holding. Dren's heir has been given the experiment title B.E.A.S.T., which stands for Biologically Engineered And Structured Theory. Cute. "Name it Beast." The man nods timidly then scurries back to his companions. Not a backbone among them I notice.

I turned my gaze back to the now calm glob of flesh. It turns slightly and I wonder if it knows I'm watching it. I hope it does. Dren was a failure. Attacking her own mother? Killing? No. This time it will be different. This time...I will have the perfect child.

So, I just saw Splice and it's amazinggg...definitely recommend it(though beware it can get intense at times with violence and nudity), but still I think it was incredible. So one of the things I want to throw out there is that I had Beast know what hands were and voices and yes if Beast was just born how would it have names for these things. Well, I had writer's block so yea. Anywhooo...let me know what you guys think and if I should continue! Thanks!:D