This is a story based on the "Prey" Series. In one of the first episodes, a Mexican woman told Sloan about how her and her friend, Lupe, were captured by the 1.6rs or dominants. This is a take what might have happened to Lupe. I based this surmise because of the episode about the dominants seducing ordinary women to create dominant children.
LUPE
Her friend thought she died. Her friend thought they had torn her to pieces, or worse disposed of her body in a cannibalistic rite. How could she not know after hearing the screams?
They should have stayed home instead of going to what they called the sacred village and seeing that post with the strange symbols. They thought they were safe, and then the men grabbed them and took Lupe and her friend to the cave.
Oh yes the pain. Twelve years old was too young. She remembered hearing of her great aunt's rape when the bandits attacked their village. Twelve years old when it happened, Lupe remembered her father talk about it. They sometimes went to the hospital in the city to visit her in that room with the nuns, and great aunt Dolores babbling about her lost baby. It only lived a few minutes after the birth, and the nurses crossed themselves when they saw it. It would be the farthest stretch of imaginaton to call it human.
Yes, the pain.
Lupe hovered between life and death. She did not know how long. All she knew was that the ytortured her body, almost ripping her arms off, beating her, slapping her with such force that she screamed in pain and then the violation by one of the men. and when he was finished, he left her to die.
She did not die. She remembered the scurrying and rushing to get their equipment, men, women, and children. She remembered the young girl heavy with children who fell, and the dirt smothering her. She remembered one of the men removing the dirt off the girl's body, but too late. She remembered them wrapping the pregnant girl's head and laying her down. They said a few words in English. The girl apparently was someone important.
Lupe remembered them picking her up when they saw a faint flicker of life and a voice saying "we haven't got time to kill her now," and being dumped in the back of a truck, covered over with gunny sacks and other refuse after they made sure to gag her and bind her.
Although she had always prayed to the Virgin, she felt now it would be inappropriate, so Lupe started to forgo the whole process and prayed to God. She heard of too many girls who were violated like her winding up in the brothels and cantinas - although how she could get away was now impossible.
When she got stronger, she started asking around. Lupe wanted to know about her status. Was she one of those women of the streets? She told them the story of her aunt. No. They explained their situation. Although there were many of them, their women bore four children at a time, they did not want to suffer through too much inbreeding. They, therefore, seduced human women. Lupe was surprised. They called her a human? They looked human themselves. They told her a bit about evolution and survival of the fittest, something that Lupe did not believe. After all, did not all children come from God?
Was there such a thing as marriage?
"You humans do not allow marriages at the age when our girls get pregnant,so we did the next best thing.
"One of our men joined one of your religious orders," he said, "of course he knew he would be denied the privilege of being a father, but when we mingle among you, we do not want anyone to distinguish us from others of your kind."
He sneared.
"It is amazing how well a marriage certificate can hide one's origins. In your case, however, you will not have that privilege."
"But the Church's view on fornication and adultury."
He laughed.
"That is why we chose a church that adopted the practices of your primitive ancestors, a church that switched the worship of a woman who held grains in her hand with a woman carrying a baby."
How shocked was Lupe that he mocked her Roman Catholic beliefs, justifying his behavior.
"When human girl comes unexpected upon us, we do what was done to you. If she survives and can bear children, the children will be raised as dominants. Perhaps if you behave, we will allow you to live to nourish the children, perhaps not."
He sat down on the chair, a man in his twenties, dark hair and green hazel eyes. He looked so ordinary, deceptively ordinary. He seemed to be thinking, testing her response. Lupe just coiled, but her eyes glared.
"You are a fighter," he said, " ou do what I say and maybe I will let you live. In case we go out among the humans, I would not want to think of you are a drudge or a prostitute. Another blouse and skirt to replace the one's you lost, perhaps?"
He pointed to a young woman, not much older than Lupe.
"She will teach you the English language, also how to operate some of our machines, and give you a smattering of the education that you would have not been privileged to learn."
The young woman looked at Lupe, handing her a clean white blouse and dark red skirt.
"Did she die?" asked Lupe.
"No, but the man who had the wallet did!"
With her long fingers, the girl pointed to a wallet. Horrified, Lupe recognized it as belonging to Juan Fuentes, the mechanic who disappeared a month ago.
LUPE
Her friend thought she died. Her friend thought they had torn her to pieces, or worse disposed of her body in a cannibalistic rite. How could she not know after hearing the screams?
They should have stayed home instead of going to what they called the sacred village and seeing that post with the strange symbols. They thought they were safe, and then the men grabbed them and took Lupe and her friend to the cave.
Oh yes the pain. Twelve years old was too young. She remembered hearing of her great aunt's rape when the bandits attacked their village. Twelve years old when it happened, Lupe remembered her father talk about it. They sometimes went to the hospital in the city to visit her in that room with the nuns, and great aunt Dolores babbling about her lost baby. It only lived a few minutes after the birth, and the nurses crossed themselves when they saw it. It would be the farthest stretch of imaginaton to call it human.
Yes, the pain.
Lupe hovered between life and death. She did not know how long. All she knew was that the ytortured her body, almost ripping her arms off, beating her, slapping her with such force that she screamed in pain and then the violation by one of the men. and when he was finished, he left her to die.
She did not die. She remembered the scurrying and rushing to get their equipment, men, women, and children. She remembered the young girl heavy with children who fell, and the dirt smothering her. She remembered one of the men removing the dirt off the girl's body, but too late. She remembered them wrapping the pregnant girl's head and laying her down. They said a few words in English. The girl apparently was someone important.
Lupe remembered them picking her up when they saw a faint flicker of life and a voice saying "we haven't got time to kill her now," and being dumped in the back of a truck, covered over with gunny sacks and other refuse after they made sure to gag her and bind her.
Although she had always prayed to the Virgin, she felt now it would be inappropriate, so Lupe started to forgo the whole process and prayed to God. She heard of too many girls who were violated like her winding up in the brothels and cantinas - although how she could get away was now impossible.
When she got stronger, she started asking around. Lupe wanted to know about her status. Was she one of those women of the streets? She told them the story of her aunt. No. They explained their situation. Although there were many of them, their women bore four children at a time, they did not want to suffer through too much inbreeding. They, therefore, seduced human women. Lupe was surprised. They called her a human? They looked human themselves. They told her a bit about evolution and survival of the fittest, something that Lupe did not believe. After all, did not all children come from God?
Was there such a thing as marriage?
"You humans do not allow marriages at the age when our girls get pregnant,so we did the next best thing.
"One of our men joined one of your religious orders," he said, "of course he knew he would be denied the privilege of being a father, but when we mingle among you, we do not want anyone to distinguish us from others of your kind."
He sneared.
"It is amazing how well a marriage certificate can hide one's origins. In your case, however, you will not have that privilege."
"But the Church's view on fornication and adultury."
He laughed.
"That is why we chose a church that adopted the practices of your primitive ancestors, a church that switched the worship of a woman who held grains in her hand with a woman carrying a baby."
How shocked was Lupe that he mocked her Roman Catholic beliefs, justifying his behavior.
"When human girl comes unexpected upon us, we do what was done to you. If she survives and can bear children, the children will be raised as dominants. Perhaps if you behave, we will allow you to live to nourish the children, perhaps not."
He sat down on the chair, a man in his twenties, dark hair and green hazel eyes. He looked so ordinary, deceptively ordinary. He seemed to be thinking, testing her response. Lupe just coiled, but her eyes glared.
"You are a fighter," he said, " ou do what I say and maybe I will let you live. In case we go out among the humans, I would not want to think of you are a drudge or a prostitute. Another blouse and skirt to replace the one's you lost, perhaps?"
He pointed to a young woman, not much older than Lupe.
"She will teach you the English language, also how to operate some of our machines, and give you a smattering of the education that you would have not been privileged to learn."
The young woman looked at Lupe, handing her a clean white blouse and dark red skirt.
"Did she die?" asked Lupe.
"No, but the man who had the wallet did!"
With her long fingers, the girl pointed to a wallet. Horrified, Lupe recognized it as belonging to Juan Fuentes, the mechanic who disappeared a month ago.