(Note: I changed my point of view to third person, to try something different. If this is difficult to understand, please tell me.)

Kelley

They locked her up, threw away the key, leaving her to die. She'd drown in her own tears, sitting on the beige blankets, alone with the rain. The torrents spilled down the panes of glass, her only window, and the only one she'd ever had. They'd drown her with her own tears. No ocean would work better.

They took him. Unfocused eyes, glazed with pain too deep for tears, gazed towards the storm for comfort. The skies are crying for me, she sighed, rocking, knees pulled up to her stomach. She rubbed her swollen abdomen, trying to pierce her skin to see her only love. She rubbed her stomach, and knew her child felt her pain.

My lover is gone, she moaned to herself, gently massaging her stomach. The storm enveloped her, and groaning, alone, she whispered, "My lover's gone."

Sweet Greg, come back, her mind moaned. Her eyes saw nothing but her knees, but, yet much more. His face outlined her every waking thought, tormenting her. Sweet Greg, our baby needs you. It can't grow up without a father, she swallowed her tears. The sky is crying for me, she sighed quietly, and with one gentle memory, she stilled her tears.

Raising her head, she no longer saw the rain and empty room, but her lover. The room, still the same, but dark, filled with nothing but their blissful moans. They'd made love, mated, in deep passion, long into the night. She'd grabbed his dark hair, running small, nibble hands through soft curls. The almond skin against her soft, milky body exceeded her wildest dreams. Only special people were allowed to make love in the dorms.

"Come back," she whispered as the lightning cracked the clouds, splitting her visions. No more long nights with Greg, but the cold twilight. "Come back."

The door exploded open, revealing four figures. Two tall, thick and menacing Myrmidons clogged in, taking one of her arms each. She gazed into the black shields that covered their eyes. "Greg, please, Greg, is that you?"

He'll know me, he'll answer, she secretly hoped. She begged, "Greg, please, tell me if you're Greg." They drug her over to a shorter woman and a tall, white drone. The woman looked at her, cold green eyes matching the warm, velvet emerald robes.

"Greg, where's my Greg? Give him to me, let me see him!" She yelled at the woman. "You promised we could raise our child together! I want him back! Give him back!"

She couldn't move, the creatures held her so tightly, so she screamed. She stared at the drone, white, emotionless face with human eyes. "Greg, are you Greg? Do you know my Greg?"

The emerald Overlord led her towards a lab. She stared at her stomach as the Myrmidons drug the girl, clad only in a pink nightgown, down the cold halls. One of the drones pushed open the door to a cold, white room for the Overlord, and the girl was drug in next.

The white creature stripped her clothes, systematically taking off everything. Come back, come back . . . Her silent pleas wouldn't be answered as she was laid naked, and the Overlord looked at her bare stomach.

Her tears fell as shame rushed into her. The beasts drug her naked along the cold stone and linoleum. She bent her head, not wanting to see anything, refusing to believe her humiliation. Only Greg should see me naked, she tilted her head down, unnoticing how hard she wept. She wept so hard she began to cough, hardly believing there were any tears left.

Her head snapped back, and she closed her eyes. She lay on a cold surface, maybe a table. Bright, horrid light glared through her eyelids. Cold, clammy fingers touched her stomach. "No, leave my baby alone!"

Her legs beat against her bonds. She thrashed her head, only to have it held in place by two large, metal talons. She rose up, straining with her back, wanting to flee, escape this horrid place. A restraint bound her down, yet she yelled until a gag lodged itself in her mouth.

She struggled, cried, and moaned until she once again lay naked on her beige sheets. The storm wept harder, yet now she wept with it. Her soft, white fingers gripped her fair, golden locks, once holding so much light.

"They killed him."

She stopped, feeling the hope awaken in her. She stared at her stomach, feeling hope jostle her insides. He's moving, wanting his mommy, she stroked her stomach. Your baby, Greg's sweet baby, her child whispered.

Quietly, she pulled on the pink nightgown they'd taken off her. She felt her child kick again, quietly stirring within her. It's the first time I've felt you, she thought fondly. They didn't kill him; I have his child. With quick movements, she stood at the window.

The wind laughed as the rain pummeled dry land. I'm only two floors up, closer to the ground than ever, and with a window, she knew. She rested her hands on the sill, feeling the little kick. The lightening lit up her swollen eyes and stomach.

Our child she sighed, feeling a sickening peace descend. Sweet Greg, help me.

A/N: Sorry, I wrote this on a whim. Also, it fits in, I promise, with the rest of the story. Just read on. There's at least one more chapter one the way soon, as in a couple days. So smile, be happy. I love Sci-Fi. Thanks, MorganRay.