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The Creature

"What do you think you're doing?" Mitch questioned. He briskly walked down the hall to where the two lab assisants stood. They both exchanged looks, unsure how to respond.

"N-nothing." One, a raven-haired man with thick, framed glasses, finally blurted out. Though, that was a lie.

Mitch glanced into the tank that the two assisants stood in front of. His heart sank when he saw the creature inside.

"Get out now. If I find you here again, I will report you. Understood?" The Canadian growled. The two nodded and sped off down the hallway.
The poor creature had been exposed to certain gases. While they couldn't kill him, they do cause pain.

The brunet quickly shut off the valuve that pumped the gas into the tank.

"It's alright now. They're gone. They won't hurt you anymore." Mitch spoke softly. The creature growled, jumping into the hard plastic of the tank. He stumbled backward, but didn't fall. He did it again, and the same result.

"Jerome, please stop." Mitch begged, not wanting the creature to be hurt anymore.

"All..humans..the...same..." Jerome mumbled.

"I'm sorry those bastards did what they did. I wish I could've stopped them." Mitch sighed, his eyes focused on the creature. His eyes eventually fell onto the little plaque which read:

"Subject A-151
Jerome
Species: Bacca"

Mitch smiled, remembering the first day the Bacca was brought to the lab.

It was a little over a year ago, and the Bacca was not pleased.
He was dragged out of his home, the lands he grew up on all his life.
And for what?
To be studied everyday and experimented on.
There was only one human who Jerome geniually liked.

That was Mitch.

The young scientist had always treated him with respect and kindness. He'd devote hours of his time to teach the Bacca things, like talking and reading. He'd even give the Bacca extra food to eat.

Mitch knew that what Jerome was saying was just out of anger. He didn't take what he said to heart. The Bacca wasn't like that.

"I'm gonna let some gas into the tank. It won't hurt you, it'll just put you to sleep." The human explained. Jerome stared intently at him.

"No..."

"It'll be alright. I'll be here waiting for you to wake up." Mitch murmured, turning the vaulve and letting the gas enter the tank.

"Prom..ise?" Jerome asked, his heart beat already lowering. Calmness spread throughout his body with each breath he took.

"Promise." Mitch smiled, watching as the Bacca dosed off, slumped against the wall. The Canadian soon found himself being lulled into sleep, too.

"Love...you." Jerome finally whispered, his voice low.

"I love you, too." Mitch replied.

Both fell asleep.