CHAPTER ONE
Elsa Kast had not slept for… How long had it been already? Some days? A week? She seemed to have lost the track of time. Her days and her nights seem to pass without her even noticing it. The only time she slept was when she took those weird sleeping pills the doctors gave her. And this was not a resting sleep. In was a coma like slumber. And most of the time, she would have horrible nightmares. The nightmares seemed so unreal and at the same time, Elsa knew that they were not just mere nightmares. They were memories. Terrible memories about death, about her rape, about Clive's death, but above all, terrible memories about H50. The nightmares she had were always about those terrible memories of Dren. And it made Elsa sick. The nightmare would always start in the same way. She was holding Dren in her arms. She was in her mother's barn. Dren was still a child and was playing with the black and white cat Elsa had given her as a reminder of her love, and the connection they both shared. Not only did they share the same DNA, but Elsa had genuinely cared for Dren.
And then, the nightmare would take an abrupt change. Elsa would see the adult version of Dren, naked and having sex with Clive. Then Dren naked female body would then be morphing into a male's body. Her bare breast would disappear and he would become a violent creature. She would morph into the creature that Elsa had to kill. Just before waking up, the last thing Elsa remembers about the nightmare is finding herself pleading. She finds herself pleading Dren, and begging him not to kill Clive. And just then, Dren would return her stare. In his eyes, there were nothing left of the Dren she took care of when sick. That Dren seemed gone. And Elsa knew that was all because of Clive and her. They kept Dren away from everything. They mutilated Dren, and hidden her existence away from the world. Dren was not the monster. She was. And that exact point in her dream, Elsa would wake up, screaming. And then, she would feel it again- A feeling of nausea, and then, a heavy kick in her stomach. Elsa would press her hand against her belly, heavily rounded and curved with maternity, and feel the life inside her. She would often leave the bed, probably going to take a long, cold shower. Sometimes, she would stare at herself, naked for a moment. She would stare at her heavily pregnant state. And she would feel the kicks. There was something about the way the fetuses kicked. Although Elsa was pregnant for the first time, she knew that the fetuses kicked in a different manner. But after all, those fetuses were not human. Not entirely. They were Dren's children. At the beginning of her pregnancy, she thought that she was expecting a single child. However, after the ultrasound revealed three beating hearts, Elsa felt a feeling of fear and apprehension as she thought about it. Elsa was three months pregnant, but she knew that since the embryos were developing at a faster rate, it would probably be just a matter of time before her first contraction would start. What would the children look like? What would they be? But she quickly dismissed any negative ideas. After all, what's the worst that could happen?