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Ellen lay back in her bed staring at the celling through mostly unseeing eyes. This wasn't happening. This was some freakish nightmare that had gone on for far too long. That's all. She would wake up, she would not be here, and things would be back to normal.

Her mind simply could not wrap around the situation any other way

Trapped in some government run hospital, unable to leave and pregnant by some unknown means.

Her eyes listlessly shifted towards the door and then back to the ceiling her mind freewheeling in neutral.

This wasn't happening was the only thought that would surface

The door opened and Edna came in with her tray. "Good morning, Ellen," she said brightly. She set the tray on the bed table and arranged the place setting. "Ready to eat?"

She said nothing, made no response and Edna sighed. "Look hun, if you don't eat something today they're going to make me put an IV in you and feed you that way. You may as well eat, there's no way around it."

That registered a little. She turned her head to look at Edna with a listless stare. "Why?"

"You need to eat for both you and your child."

"No. Why are they doing this to me?"

Edna pursed her lips. "I don't know the answer to that and I'm not sure it's safe to try to find out."

Ellen just stared at her and Edna sighed and ran a hand over her forehead. "Look, I know this is not the best situation but you should make the best of it. Eat, get your strength up and give you and your child the best chance of getting out of here."

"It's not my child!" Ellen said in a sharp, raspy voice. "It's not mine, I had nothing to do with it!! It's an intruder in my body and I don't want it there!"

"Now I know it's an adjustment, but I think you'll do fine."

"Adjustment? I was raped, Edna. If not by a man by a test tube. I didn't want children before and I sure as hell don't want this."

Edna closed her eyes. "Be that as it may, you need to eat."

"Yeah. Eat. Anything to make your fucking life easier," Ellen said.

"If that makes you eat then so be it."

Edna helped her to a sitting position and she started to eat with a near mindless intensity. She finished and Edna wiped her mouth clean and helped her lay back down. "You are free to get up, you know, so long as you don't try to leave or hurt yourself"

"Yeah don't want to do any harm to whatever the hell is growing inside me," Ellen sneered.

Edna said nothing and left the room.

She made her way into the bathroom and made use of it, then took a shower as well, deciding she would feel better clean and think more clearly. Before dressing she looked herself over in the mirror. Nothing had changed, no marks on her body, no changes in her breasts, nothing. It looked as if nothing was happening to her

She placed a hand on her belly just staring at it, then quickly turned from the mirror and put her clothes on and sat down on the bed and wept.

"Well, good news, Ellen, the last panel we ran shows that everything is normal and proceeding as planned," Dr Essen said, smiling

Ellen looked at him with a look of cold hatred. "I'm so overjoyed to know that, doctor."

"Now now, you'll come around soon and see what a wonderful thing this really is."

"You son of a bitch," she yelled. "You put god knows what inside me against my will, without me knowing and you want me to be happy for it!"

Dr Essen looked almost confused. "You have no idea what sort of impact you're going to have on the world do you?" He sighed as if in pity. "I'll have to see if I can get more information for you. Perhaps you'd feel better if you understood."

"The hell I will," she growled. "I was raped, Doctor, even if you don't think so. Even if no man had sex with me it's the same damn thing, I'm carrying someone's child that I don't want!"

He sighed. "Such short sighted nonsense. Well, I'm sure you'll come around. I'll be by later tomorrow to give you an exam and make sure things are going well

"You stay the hell away from me!"

"Sorry, Ellen, but I'm the only one that can do it."

"You keep your fucking hands out of me! Do you understand me?!" she screamed

He shook his head sadly. "Tomorrow, then."

The days passed. She gave up fighting. Dr Essen would have her strapped down to the table and her legs strapped into the stirrups and examine her anyway. Nothing did any good. Edna spoke to her less and less it seemed and her life became one grey haze after another

The only real change was in her body. It was now clear she was pregnant. Even that hope shattered. No cycle, a visible "baby bump", breasts growing and darkening, all of it. There was no way to deny it.

She'd even tried to kill herself a few times, but that was stopped.

She sat in the chair, rocking, not really thinking of anything when Edna walked in quickly and shut the door.

She frowned up at the nurse. She kept track of the times things happened in some effort to keep her mind on track. Edna was far to early.

The nurse pulled off her stethoscope and started to listen to her belly. Ellen nearly protested when Edna shook her head slightly. "Be quiet and listen," Edna said softly. "Myself and some others have been watching what's going on around here and we're not happy, to put it mildly. We've come up with a plan to get you out of here and to safety."

Ellen's heart leapt up inside her, her mind suddenly coming to full focus. "W-what?"

"Don't make any sudden moves!" Edna hissed. "Listen! We've arranged a place for you to go and transport to get you there. We just have to get you out of here first.

"Tomorrow they're going to take you to get an ultrasound done at night after you're asleep. The cook is going to avoid putting the sedative in your food so you'll be fully awake. They're going to wheel you down to the exam room, but it's going to be closed for maintenance.

"They'll direct them to a different room where some of my friends will be waiting. They'll knock the guards out and take you down to a service elevator. From there into a dumpster and then out to the docks where the dumpster will be picked up. It's going to be a rough ride, but it'll get you out of here."

She looked at Edna. "Why?"

Edna sighed. "There are some things happening I don't agree with. I'd tell you more but I need to get out of here before the suspect."

Edna stood to walk out. She turned to her. "Be ready."

Ellen did her best to feign sleep after eating, knowing that the food was usually drugged. She hoped that she could trust Edna but even if not, what did it matter? She was trapped here and Edna offered a possible way out. It was worth the risk.

Time seemed to go past like molasses through a straw as she lay there, trying not to move around too much, trying to look as if she were asleep. She hoped they would come for her soon; she wasn't sure how long she could lay like this

The door opened and it was all she could do not to jump. She willed herself to lay there, to make no movement that would alert them that she was awake. The orderlies walked over and released the brakes on the bed and started to wheel her out the door

"Not a bad rack, eh?" one of them said.

"A bit small if you ask me."

"Firm though"

"How would you know?"

"Maybe I got a few feels in!"

"Like hell! It'd be your ass!"

"Not if they don't find out."

There was a pause. "You think they wouldn't notice?"

"Nah, they don't pay that much attention."

The was a short laugh and Ellen felt a hand slip down her shirt and cusp her breast, rolling it around. It was all she could do not to scream. The man laughed. "Yeah, rather firm aren't they?"

"Told you! Maybe the next time they have her out for awhile we can, you know, get a taste."

The other man laughed and they continued to wheel her down the hall. Ellen felt rage and fear well up in her. How dare they! On top of everything else how dare they! She felt angry, sick, fearful, all at once, her stomach feeling like there was a bundle of we rags in it

They wheeled her around the corner and stopped. "What's up?"

"Room's closed, something went wrong with the machine" someone said.

"But we gotta get her in there so they can look her over again1'

"Use the room a few doors down and across; it's set up for you"

"We're not-"

"I know you're supposed to bring her here and only here. Look, I've got it cleared with the doctors. It's fine. Just get her in there before the sedative wears off."

"Alright but it's your ass"

Ellen felt them wheel her down the hall and heard a door open. They wheeled her into the room and just as they were about to move her to the table she heard two loud thuds, followed by an "OOF" of air being suddenly released from lungs

She sat up and looked around to see the two orderlies crumpled on the ground and two other men dressed in the same outfits standing there. One of them nodded to her. "Alright, we've got them down. Now let's get you into that cart."

Ellen climbed down off the bed and paused, looking down at one of the orderlies. She drew her leg back and kicked him firmly in the ribs. "And that's for groping me you son of a bitch!"

One of the me took her by the shoulders. "Come on, we only have a short amount of time to do this."

The lead her through a side room and down a short hallway where a disposal cart was waiting. "Ok, this is the one. Climb in and we'll get you as secure as we can."

Ellen climbed in carefully and sat down amongst the towels and rags. They wedged them around her as best they could and gave her couple of pillows "This is going to be a rough ride," the man warned.

"Better that then being trapped here."

"I agree," the man said and pushed her down in cart, closing the lid.

She felt them wheel her around, jostling her, through so many turns that she quickly lost track. After a good distance she felt the man tap the side. "Ok, loading you into the dumpster. Hang on as tight as you can. We've got you as secure as possible but it's still going to be a rough ride."

"Ok. Thank you for doing this," Ellen said

"I only wish it wasn't necessary. Good luck."

She felt the disposal cart lift up and then drop into the dumpster with thud, jostling her only a little. She was glad for the towels and pillows.

Time again seemed to slow down, every minute grudgingly giving up it's place to the next. Every time she heard a noise she about leaped out of her skin, fearing they had discovered her.

Without meaning to, she dozed off for awhile to be woken to the sound of a large truck pulling up outside the dumpster. Her heart started to pound and she held on for dear life as dumpster shook as the forks went into the sides. A moment later she was being lifted up and after a dizzying second, the dumpster was flipped over and her cart came tumbling out. She put a hand over her mouth to avoid screaming. The cart landed with a dull thud and she couldn't help but cry out.

She sat there, heart pounding in the darkness. wondering if they had pulled it off. The truck pulled back, drove out the gates, and drove down the road on the way, she hoped, to freedom

The truck rumbled it's way along and Ellen could feel each and every bump it seemed, jostling her about. She accepted the occasional jolt and pain gladly. Pain meant she was alive. Pain mean that she was actually escaping and heading for freedom. She happily embraced such pain.

As she rode she wondered what she was going to do next. An abortion was top on the list. There was no way she was going to carry this thing to term no matter what. She was raped, pure and simple, and she didn't want it. After that she'd need a place to hide, to get far away from here before they came looking for her. She'd die before she went back. She promised herself.

At some point she managed to drift off to sleep despite the rough road and the jostling. Her dreams were unfocused, but disturbing, and when she woke there was a nameless sort of fear that clutched at her like a miser to his wallet.

She moved herself a bit, trying to get more comfortable, when she heard the truck slow down and felt it turn. Her heart started to pound. She didn't actually know that these people wanted to help. What if they wanted to do worse? She shoved those thoughts aside. They had to be telling the truth. They had to be helping her out. This was far too risky a move otherwise.

The truck rumbled to a stop and the driver cut the motor. Her heart hammered like a tripping sledge, each beat seeming to echo off the walls. An eternity could have passed, waiting, and she would have taken not notice. Time had seemed to stop.

There was clanking, hammering noises, and her heart raced once more. She heard clattering sounds, things being moved, and suddenly the container she had been stuffed in was pulled forward, then taken to the edge of the truck where it was handed down to others.

She closed her eyes and she felt the disposal cart move and heard the truck start up once more. She hoped again and again that this was safety, this was freedom.

It seemed there was a slight change in the light and she heard a garage door shut. A moment later the cover to the disposal cart was opened and the pillows and other padding removed. She closed her eyes at the light that seemed all to harsh to her and a voice said, "Ellen, it's okay. You're safe now."

She looked up, startled. "Paul!"

She was helped out of the cart, still unsteady on her feet, and leaned up against one of the men and stared at Paul Winfield in shock. He gave her a sad smile. "Sorry that we had to meet again this way, Ellen. Come, lets get you inside and some proper clothing on you, then some food and we can talk about what's gone on."

"Where am i?"

He hesitated before continuing into the house. "It's a remote house. You're safe here, Ellen. Please don't let that worry you for now."

"I was supposed to be safe in that hospital too!"

Paul sighed. "I know. And that was no hospital. Come, lets get you a shower, real clothes, and some good food in you. You'll feel at least a little better."

She nodded and she was helped down a hallway by a sandy haired man who merely looked at her with concern, kindness writ large in his eyes. She looked at the man on her other side and he was a rather large man, black hair, impressive muscles. He smiled at her shyly and didn't hold her gaze. She could detect no malice in either of them.

She was taken into a master suite like bedroom and Paul gestured about. "This is all yours. The door locks from the inside, not the out which I'm sure you'll appreciate. You'll find clothes in the closet; they should be your size." He turned and smiled sadly at her. "At least what I remember to be your size. It's been some time, I know."

"Paul, why are you back here?" she asked, looking bewildered.

"That's part of the story, Ellen. Please, get cleaned up first okay? Need to look pretty for everyone, you know," he said with another sad smile.

She nearly burst into tears at that, remember all those times he and her father had said the same thing to her when she was just a little girl. She walked forward and put her arms around him, hugging him close, and it only took a moment for her sobs to start as he held her there awkwardly, his own eyes wet.

"I know, I know, Ellen. That part of the nightmare is over at least."

She drew back away, wiping at her nose. "Th-that part?"

He looked down. "Yes. There's still more to go and I can't promise it will be easy."

She sniffed again. "If it means escaping that place then I'll face it gladly>"

He nodded and squeezed her shoulder. "That's my girl. Now get cleaned up."

"Thank you, Paul."

She stood under the hot water, letting it pour down over her, wishing that it would some how take some of these memories, some of the fear away just as it was washing away the dirt. She sighed. Things were not that easy.

Her muscles loosened up and she set out to washing her hair, soaping it up and rinsing it several times. She grabbed a sponge and started to wash her body and her eyes were drawn to her tummy and the bulge that was forming there. She looked away and started to wash herself firmly, wincing as her over sensitive breasts tingled in pain. She stopped, hand clinched around the sponge. This was so unfair, so evil what had been done to her!

She went back to washing the rest of herself and started to rub savagely over her tummy as if by washing she could dislodge it some how. She washed harder, harder still, mind nearly blank, only the drive to be free of it remaining. She finally stopped, sobbing as he skin turned red and raw from the scrubbing, and sank down against the stall wall.

She looked down at herself. If she could, she would reach in there and drag it out. She closed her eyes and promised again that she would get this taken care of.

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Some time later she emerged and dressed herself. She had to smile a little; Paul remembered her size exactly.

God, what was he doing here? Last she knew he was in Colorado working at some new start up of some sort, happy as he could be.

She'd known him from the time she was old enough to have memories. Paul had been a friend of her fathers, worked with him and for him at various times, and had more or less been family. He had never married and treated her as if she were his own daughter, which her father didn't mind a bit.

She shook her head, still bewildered as she finished dressing, wondering how he had gotten mixed up in this

She opened the door and walked down the hall back to the living room. The carpet was a beige color, thick, luxurious, and the decorations on the wall were expensive. She emerged in the living room to find leather couches and love seats, recliners, a large TV, all things of a wealthy person

She had only gone a short way in when Paul looked around a doorway and smiled. "Over here, Ellen. I have some food for you. Omelet, Denver style if I remember right"

She laughed, grateful to be able to, "Of course!'

She followed him into the kitchen, picked up her food and a cup of coffee, then sat down at the dining table and attacked her breakfast with a will, for once not worried that she was being drugged or poisoned

Paul sat back and watched her as he sipped his own coffee, just letting her eat. She finished and he took her plates and put them in the dishwasher. He sat down across from her and stared at his coffee cup for a long time before looking up. He sighed again. "I'm sure you have a ton of questions and I'll answer as best I can, Ellen."

She took a drink of her coffee. "That's a damned understatement."

He nodded. "You were kidnapped by...a large conglomerate of companies really. No one is totally certain who is running the whole show or who exactly is calling the shots, but whoever it is they have money and power."

"Why me?" she wondered.

"I'll explain in a moment, Ellen," Paul said, turning his cup clockwise, watching the coffee slosh. "They own or have stock in many companies all over the world. Recently, in the last 20 years or so, they've been purchasing medical equipment companies, hospitals, research labs, chemistry labs, things of that nature. They have a sizable amount of control in the industry and people are quite frankly afraid to stand up to them

and with good reason. No one wants their career destroyed

"About 11, 12 years ago they bought the company your father started. He'd already sold it by then, originally to have more time for you and your mother, but the sudden buy out changed that. They wanted to retain his services for a rather exorbitant amount of money. He wanted to refuse but decided that he could do this for a few months, a year perhaps, and then retire with a ton of money

"The company was interested in your father's medical research. Regeneration, growth, all of those things your father had been working on for some years. I think that's what drew Bill back into it as well. They seemed to share his ideas, his dreams of being able to replace severed limbs, to fix broken spines, all of those things, and this company had more than enough money to provide the state of the art equipment. There's a saying however that if you make a deal with the devil then you get to sleep in hell.

He took another drink of his coffee and stared at it before continuing. "After a year or so, your father got wind that things were not quite as they seemed. It was about then that I bailed out and went to work for the company out in Denver. Bill wanted out, but his contract locked him down and... well quite frankly he feared for his safety and you and your mother's should he quit. So he stayed on, keeping track of what he was doing, where the project seemed to be going, and how it fit in with some of the other research

"The company took pains to insure that no one knew what the other branches were working on, but Bill was always resourceful and started putting things together. What he found out scared the hell out of him. The company was working on altering human DNA, supplanting it with others, changing things around at a very base level. In some cases changing the very building blocks of life itself.

Paul shook his head. "As Bill put it, 'Treading in God's domain'. When he saw where this was heading he got in contact with me and started to plan a way out. Your parents died in the car accident a few weeks late." He looked grim. "And I don't think it was an accident, Ellen."

"You mean they murdered them," she whispered.

"They're done it in the past. Morality doesn't exist for these people. Whatever they want, whatever they believe in, that's what they will do and it doesn't matter who gets in the way."

Ellen shivered and Paul got up to refill her coffee cup. She sipped at it, staring out the window at the mountains for some time lost in thought. She finally turned to him. "Why me?"

He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. "Because your father used your DNA as the basis for some of his work. You are one in a million to have their...experiment work."

She looked down at her pregnant belly and back up at him. "This thing?"

Paul nodded, eyes closed. "Yes Ellen."

"I want it gone, Paul. I want it aborted, now!" she said in a shaky voice.

He lifted his hands, palms out. "Easy, Ellen."

"Don't even think about trying to convince me otherwise!"

"I'm not going to. I understand your feelings in this and if that's what you want to do then I support you," Paul said quietly. "I... was sure you would feel this way so I arranged to have the doctor here. He's here now in fact, if you want to get this done."

She nodded, not saying anything, tears running down her cheeks. Paul sighed. "Very well"

He lead her to one of the bedrooms where a doctor was waiting, the bed, the ultrasound, everything in preparation. He nodded wordlessly and gestured for her to disrobe and get on the table. She did so and laid back eyes closed, tears still running down her cheeks.

He tapped her on the side of the leg and slipped his fingers in, feeling about. She opened her eyes and saw him frown, brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Hold a moment, ma'am," he said and continued to probe and palpate. Ellen was growing quite uncomfortable both emotionally and physically with what was going on. He finally with drew his fingers and was still looking perplexed"

"What's wrong? What's going on?" she demanded.

He shook his head again. "Some abnormalities, but nothing that will interfere I don't think. Are you ready? Take all the time you need."

"Now. Get it done, now," she said, voice ragged and he nodded.

He turned on the ultrasound and put the gel on her belly, then started to move it around. He frowned again, eyes arching. He adjusted the settings and even looked at the probe with a puzzled expression, then put it back on her belly, just staring at the screen.

"Damn it what's going on!" she shouted

He shoo his head. "I'm not sure," he said and bit his lip. He gestured for Paul to come over and he nodded apologetically to Ellen and stood behind the doctor. He looked at hte screen and swore quietly.

"Paul, what's going on?" she said her voice shaking.

He swallowed and looked at the doctor who shook his head. He looked at her. "Ellen...Ellen we can't perform the abortion."

"What?" she nearly screamed.

"We can't, Ellen. It would kill you."

He picked up her hand in his. "Ellen, I know this is not easy, but you need to calm down. It's not likely the child will survive to term."

She closed her eyes. "How long?" she said, voice taut.

"There's no way to know, Ellen. And you may deliver the child. If that happens.... we will do what is needed."

She looked at him, shuddering. "You don't know what this feels like. You have no idea! It's like...like some leavings inside me that I didn't want there! It's a parasite!"

He shook his head again. "I know that. I know I can't understand what you're going through. All I can do is be here for you and take care of you as best I can."

She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. "Why can't you take it?"

"Ellen, don't worry about that."

"Damn it, why can't you take it? I want to know what's going on with me!"

"Ellen-"

"Show me the fucking ultrasound!'

He stared at her, then gestured to the doctor. He nodded and turned the monitor to where she could see. She stared at it for a moment, and started to sob, hard. "No. Dear god no, that' cannot be inside me. NO!"

"Ellen-"

"NO!"

He grabbed her arms "Sedate her."

"The child--" the doctor started it

"Isn't going to live if she dies now sedate her!" Paul roared

The doctor nodded and filled a syringe the turned and threw himself across the thrashing woman's legs and injected it into her hip. After a few moments her struggles weakened, then stopped. Paul stood up, tears running down his cheeks and even the doctor looked upset.

"What's going to happen?" Paul asked.

"There's no way to tell. If she carries to term with it, it's not likely she can give birth in a normal fashion. It will have to be C-section I am sure."

Paul nodded, staring at the screen. The doctor cleared his throat. "We could dispose of it then."

Paul turned on him. "That's called murder, doctor."

The doctor shook his head. "Were it human, I would agree with you."

"And how do you know it won't have human intelligence? Emotion? Thoughts?"

He shook his head again. "I don't, anymore than you know that it will."

Pau looked back at the screen. "If it lives that long we're going to give it a chance. I'm not going to be a party to this."

The doctor nodded. "Understood." He gestured to the two men to help him take Ellen back to her room leaving Paul to stare at the ultrasound screen.