His Evil Plan

*Kamila*

“The Breeder is awake,” I hear one of them say, and then they approach me. I still don't want to open my eyes. I don't want them to know that I heard something. A plan comes to mind as someone literally stings me in the face.

“W–where am I?” I say, blinking and looking around. My head hurts, so it's not that hard to be disoriented. -What's going on?

"Oh, so you're awake, huh, fat Breeder?" says a man with several broken teeth. He's only a little taller than King Gene, and he smells like he bathes in the toilet.

—Stop calling her fat!— The woman seems much more presentable. She has dark hair in a ponytail and she is my height. She's a little bigger than me when I'm not pregnant, but she's not big at all. Still, the way she says it makes me think that maybe she's been teased at some point for not being a dick.

“Well, Breeder bit...,” says a tall, older man, “it's time for you to sing.”

"Sing?" I repeat. —Why do they keep calling me that? Breeder? I don't know what's happening.—I hope you believe me. I've never really tried to act before, outside of role-playing with Tristan in the room, and that's very different than what I'm trying to pretend now.

"What do you mean, why do we call you Breeder?" the short boy asks, pinching me on the belly. I want to bite his finger for daring to touch me and my babies, but that doesn't fit the narrative I'm trying to sell.

“Breeder?” I repeat. —What is a Breeder? Who are you? Why are they here? Who I am?

"Who are you?" the woman asks. -Are you kidding me? Don't you know who you are?

“No,” I say, shaking my head. -I do not remember anything. It's so weird. What...what happened to me?—I look around, trying to pretend that I have no memories of anything.

The three walk away, and I hear them whisper about the situation, and while they're busy, I check where they're keeping me.

I'm definitely in a castle, not a tent on the battlefield. I vaguely remember seeing that when I opened my eyes before they drugged me into unconsciousness again. I think this must be Kane's castle, so I'm quite far from King Gene's castle. But this place shouldn't be as big as the other castle. I wonder if it might be possible to escape.

And then one of my babies kicks me hard in the side, and I remember the fact that I'm heavily pregnant with four babies, and I'm not going anywhere fast enough to outrun a drunk snail on a unicycle.

"We have to tell the ET1!" says the older man. —He needs to know that we have broken her!

"Why would he even care?" the shorter man asks. —He just wants the other ET1s to come here to try to get her back so he can kill them.

"Shut up!" the woman shouts. —Now she's awake. He can hear you!

-Who cares? She can't remember anything. “We could tell him all our plans, and he wouldn't remember them,” the short man answers.

She rolls her eyes. -He has amnesia. You can remember the things you heard from now on, you idiot!

"What?" he asks, rubbing his chin. He is clearly confused.

She swears under her breath again. "You're an idiot." Then she, turning to the older man, says, "We need to bring the ET1."

“It's okay,” he says. —I'll go look for him. But keep an eye on her. I don't know if I trust her.

I'm not even looking at them directly. Instead, I'm using the corner of my eye, but they're looking at me, and I don't like it. I don't feel safe here; I don't think my babies are safe.

Every time I try to communicate with the ET1s, I feel like there is something preventing my messages from reaching them. I don't know much about how mental links work, but I don't think it's a matter of being out of reach. I think there is literally something stopping my messages from getting through. It's scary, and I don't like it.

The older man leaves, and the other two stand there with their arms crossed looking at me. —Do you—do you know my name?

"Nice try!" the short one shouts. —You think you can trick us into giving you valuable information, right?

"Huh?" I ask. —How telling me my name will give me valuable information that will help me... do what? Am I a prisoner here or something? I honestly have no idea what's going on. This ET1 Kane they're talking about... is he my mom or something?— I make a strange face. -Mother? Is that the correct word?

"You really are crazy, aren't you?" the short guy asks, and the woman punches him hard on the arm. He grimaces and almost falls.

—ET1 Kane is your enemy. Your name is Kamila. You are a Breeder. You're carrying four pups from four different ET1s who are in love with you, apparently. Kane wants to be the next ET1 King instead of one of them, so he wants to bring them here to kill them. What plans he has after that, I don't know.

I look at her with my mouth open. I'm not even sure where to start or what to say, so I babble for a few seconds before asking, "Did you say... she's not my mom?"

She rolls her eyes and drops her head into her hand. —No, she's not your mom. I think you should... rest a little more. I have no idea who your mom is.

Sometimes I wish I didn't know who my mom is...

Before I can say anything else, the door opens, and the older man returns, along with a tall, handsome man who dominates the room, and I know immediately that it has to be Kane.

He's handsome, but he's older than any of my ET1s, and he's not nearly as handsome as them. Although I can tell he thinks he is.

He walks over to my bed and stands there with his hands on his hips like he's some kind of superhero. —What is that I hear about you not knowing your name? —She asks me.

“Hello, mom,” I say. —You look pretty today.

He rolls his eyes. —He has lost his mind. It doesn't matter. I can still continue with my plan.

-What plan? Does it mean I have to go to school tomorrow? I don't want to! "I'm too pregnant!" she complained.

—No, that's not what I mean at all. "I mean... my plan to rip those babies from your womb, kill them, wait for you to heal, and then impregnate you myself!" he says with a gesture of his arm as if everything he just said could really come out of the lips of a sane man.

I look at him in confusion, not knowing what to say. I no longer have the desire to pretend to be anything other than what I am, and my hands instinctively fly to my belly. “Over my dead body,” I tell him.

ET1 Kane laughs. —That would change my plans a little, but it can be done.

Deployment preparations