She twitched into wakefulness.
"Matt..." She breathed out quickly, sitting up.
"Mmm?"
She looked over at Carlos, lying beside her.
"N-...nothing." She pulled the covers off, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Damn.
This is where here life had gone...
Her life had gone into mornings in which she woke up next to him.
Not who she dreamed about.
But who she had supposedly fallen in love with.
She wasn't in love with him.
The thought was enough to make her laugh.
Sure he was a nice guy...but she only loved one guy.
And that was Matt.
She walked to the bathroom, turning on the hot water.
She dropped the slinky night dress onto the floor, and stepped out of it, opening the clear glass door to the shower.
She let the pulsating heated water pound into her muscles, relieving some of the tension surrounding her body.
She closed her eyes, lathering up her hair, and slowly rinsing it out.
Everything she did was a failure.
Never successful...
She was only glad that when the helicopter had crashed, the flesh had managed to stay intact in her pocket.
Time was wasting, she'd have to get it into deep freeze soon, before all the cells died.
She slicked the conditioner through her dark amber waves of hair, keeping her hair out of the direct ray of water. She stepped back, once again thankful for the huge shower she had.
She bent at the waist, smoothing the shaving cream over her slender legs, grabbing a razor and beginning to slowly shave her legs.
Her body stayed, shaving her legs, but her mind spun, landing on the thoughts of Matt.
Not a day went by that she didn't think of him.
Oh no...not a day.
Only she and he had survived the hive.
That should be impresive proof that they were meant to be.
On the level of animal instincts the proof should be there....they were matched in their skills...
But those bastards...those bastards...they took it all away as they entered the mansion, tearing him from her.
Bastards....
Son of a bitch!
She flinched as she came back to reality, looking down as her blood swirled down the drain.
She had cut herself.
She finished up shaving, being sure to watch out for the cut, and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. She stepped out of the shower, dabbing a wash cloth at the cut. It was fairly deep.
That's what she got for day dreaming.
She covered it with a band-aid, and walked back into the room, just as Carlos was getting dressed.
She went through the same routine.
"Good morning." look at him...wait for him to look up.
There we go.
Fake smile....wait for it...wait for it....
Carlos looked up, smiling, "Morning. Love you."
"Love you too." She repeated.
There. The ritual was over, and she began to get dressed. She pulled on some pants and a shirt, "Look, I've gotta cram for work...I'm gonna be down there for basically the whole day..."
"Again? I thought we could spend some time together..." he looked visably deflated.
"I'm sorry honey, I can't lose this job."
Her job? What fuckin' job. The only money she got was from under the table, to make it look like she was getting paid for her little experiments down in the basement.
"I understand..."
You're probably thinking...How did she keep what she did down there secret?
She simply told him there were chemicals down there that could make a male impotent.
That made him forget wanting to visit her completely.
She kissed him, "Love you." She added, to keep him satisfied, before walking out of their room, and down the spiral stairs. She walked up to a metal door, pressing in a 7 digit access code.
She entered the room, as the door shut behind her.
"Good Morning Alice."
Her automated computer read off to her.
"Morning." She pressed in another code, entering a dark hallway.
It lit up as she walked down it, exposing many doorways.
She went to the last doorway, pressing in another code, and entered the room, pulling on a white lab coat. She looked over at the window.
"Morning Matt."
The beast from within looked up at her with it's clear blue eye.
"Time to get to work."