A Sin of God

"How is she doing Dr. Robinson?"

Asked a woman donning a white lab coat, grey contact lens, and her hair in a loose ponytail; as she takes notes on the specimen's readings, she looks the body over and keeps writing, never once looking at the man.

"Well Mrs. Harris, she's been growing at an alarming rate, and exceeding what was thought to be possible. Just what you planning on doing with the girl?"

He asks the creator of this small child, her child, the child that she pushed out almost 5 months ago; only to be turned into this.

"She was made to do just what she needs to do, that's all that you need to know right now; when the time is right then you will know what my daughter was made for."

Dr. Harris said that almost 5 years ago; showing that she didn't care what she was doing to her only daughter; I saw this as something that need to stop, watching as her and her team of "people" inject her with things, and take samples of her blood on a daily basics . I was put in charge of watching her. A baby sitter, while her mother went off to play the mad doctor.

"Mr. James?"

I look at the young poor thing as she called my name as she stopped drawing.

"Yes Ashley?"

She got out of her chair and walked over to me and sat next to me.

"Does my mommy hate me?"

I didn't know how to answer that question.

"Of course she loves you Ash."

"Then why is it that she only wants to see me, just to stick needles in me, and take this weird green looking stuff out of me. She doesn't even let me call her 'mommy' when there are other people around."

I really had to think about this one, if I answer wrong, then there will be more questions to be left unanswered by me, and leaving her to question everything and anything that I say to her.

"Your mother is a very busy woman, as you can see there's not that many woman here and she plans on not losing her job to us men. And the reason why there are not that many women down here is because it's a really stressful job that no woman wants, other than your mother. Your mother means well, she doesn't want you to call her mommy when other people are around only because she's scared that her job will be taken away from her, which is another reason why she can't play with you; she wants you to live a nice life here."

"Is that all?"

She questions, I nod and she goes back to coloring. I had dodged the bullet this time, but I don't know how long I can keep this up. A few weeks later a meeting was held, and someone else took my place of watching Ashley.

"So how is she doing?"

Said Dr. Shaffer, as he questions me.

"She now has an IQ of the average 17 year old, strength of an adolescent elephant, and that is all the test that I've ran so far sir."

He raises a brow at me.

"And why is that?"

"Well sir, she managed to kill three of our workers sir, and I didn't want to lose anyone else."

The meeting went on, and then there was an alarm that went off.

"ATTENTION, ATTENTION IN THE BUILDING, THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH IN SECTOR 4, ALL PERSONAL EVACUATE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH IN SECTOR 4, ALL PERSONAL EVACUATE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL."

The robotic voice droned over and over again as I raced out of the room to go and get Ashley, I ran in and saw blood all over her room; I looked at her blood covered hands.

"He touched me."

Was all that she said, I picked her up and ran out.

"Where are we going daddy?"

I slowed down for just a moment.

"What did you just called me?"

"Daddy."

I smiled and ran and ran, and then I hit something hard. I knew what it was as soon as I fell. It was those things; those things that hunt us like animals. This is the first one that I've seen alive, and by the looks of it the last. I held onto Ashley as I tried to run away from it, it uncloaked itself; and pulled me by my leg till I was up in the air. Then he flung the two of us at a wall; I hit my head and dropped the girl, she looked down at me then back at the creature that she was reborn into; the same eyes, the same blood (sort of), and most of all, the same taste for a kill or two. It was sickly amazing to see her in action, a mere five year old girl, breaking his arm, and pushing a button, she pulled me up and ran off, there was an explosion.

"Self destruct button."

Was all she said before I passed out; when I came too I was laying in her bed; while she was typing away at her own laptop that I made just for her. She turned her bright yellow hard gaze at me.

"Are you OK daddy?"

I nod my head, then lay back down; she crawls into bed with me.

"Go to sleep daddy, I won't let the monster get you too."

And sure enough she meant what she said, any time one of those, one of her kind (in a way) would come, she was always by my side to make sure that I was ok. At first it was weird to have a kid, and a girl no less do that for a grown man like myself. Another five years go by, and this time there was more, more than she could handle, and she knew that as well, so the two of us escaped; we've made it to our car and I hit the gas and made it out of there just in time, we were 10 miles out when a bomb went off causing the car to flip over the edge, catching on fire. Of course me being human I couldn't do much, but Ashley, she did something; she helped myself and her get out of the car right before it too exploded; but her hit her head when the bumper of the car flew off.

"Ash! Ash! Are you alright?!"

She holds her head and sat up.

"Come on daddy, they are after me, we have to get out of here, for they are not dead."

We climbed the steep hill and as she hopped the railing and stood in the middle of the street I screamed out her name as a truck came by and hit her at full force, I stumbled up the rest of the hill and over the railing and ran over to her with legs that felt like Jell-O, I held her body close to mine.

"Oh my God, Ashley hold on baby, everything is going to be alright, ok? Daddy will make sure that everything will be ok."

The person that was driving the truck got out and ran over to us.

"Daddy, Daddy; it hurts, it hurts so bad daddy. Make it stop."

She passes out, I hope that she didn't die, I prayed that there was some unknown being that was on our side that would let her live.

"Oh my God sir, I didn't mean to hit her, I didn't even see her there!!"

"Shut up and just call for help!"

She does and they take Ashley by air lift to the hospital where I sat there for days, even months waiting for her to wake up.

"Dr. Robinson?"

I left my head up.

"You two are very lucky to be alive, even more so with the girl. Right now she is in a coma, and might not remember anything when she wakes up. Are you willing to take care of her?"

I look him in the eye.

"I've been taking care of her like she was my own daughter for the past 10 years. I'm not giving up on her now! Why would you ask such a question?!"

"Please stop yelling."

I heard a weak voice, I turned around and saw the girl, the monster that everyone else wound call her if they knew what she really was; she was out of her coma, she was alive and almost well.