The picture changed again, showing the laboratory where the evidence markers sat beside smashed equipment and a pile of glass that had been shattered out of an adult-sized bio unit.
"Do you know what happened here?"
"No," I said slowly, mentally superimposing the image of it as I had last seen it over the trashed room. "When I was released, it didn't look like that."
"Okay," Rafael waited for me to continue.
"Those monsters, the ones in the woods," I started, choking back a sob when Rafael brought up the uncensored image of the dead bodies. "Yeah, those. The last time I was there, the one with the bird's head was in the containment cell that's broken in the picture."
"When you say the one with the bird head, you mean the one you killed?"
I nodded, swallowing hard.
"Okay," Rafael continued. "Were there only two of them?"
"That were complete, yes. At least, as far as I know."
"Can you tell us what that means?"
"Can you go back two pictures?"
"That row of small bio units? The ones marked with the number 16? Those are incubation units. The people who grabbed me were trying to create a race of super-shifters by combining DNA from several species into one." I sucked in another breath of air. "They would inject the mutated DNA into Omega eggs and then incubate them in there. Once they were big enough, they were moved to the next room with the larger containment units. Most of them died after a day or two, though, so they weren't ever moved."
This time it was a horror-laden gasp that ran through the room.
Rafael clicked forward through the pictures again, stopping on a close up of the boar-like creature. "You said that the other creature, for lack of a better term, was in the containment unit the last time you saw it. Where was this one?"
I swallowed again, but the lump in my throat wouldn't recede.
"That one had already escaped," I said quietly. "That was why they had to grab me. When it got out, it killed the Omega that they were harvesting for eggs. Without her eggs, they couldn't continue their experiment."
The room was completely silent now, but when the screen changed again and brought up the image of a pretty young woman with a fading bruise on her cheek, Trevor choked on a cry. Next to him, Colby reached for the hand that Clint wasn't already holding.
"Was this the Omega that was killed?"
I nodded. "Her body was still there when they brought me in. I heard them call her Christine." I closed my eyes and forced myself to continue. "They had her hooked up to life support so they could try and harvest the rest of her eggs, but something went wrong."
"What happened next?"
I had to take several breaths before I could force the words out. "The doctor started forcing me to take huge amounts of hormone pills and then every few days, he'd strap me to the table and inject me with something that kept me from moving while they cut me open to harvest eggs."
Another shocked gasp.
"Those were the injuries that you were healing from when you were released?"
"Yeah."
Another picture flashed on the screen, this one was an older man with sagging jowls and hard eyes.
"Do you recognize this being?"
"Yes. That was the one in charge. The others called him Cal." I blew out a long breath. "He like seeing me suffer. Every time they cut me open, he watched like it was a damned television show."
Rafael's eyes widened. "You were conscious?"
I nodded. "They didn't see the point of anesthesia or painkillers."
Rafael muttered something under his breath that might have been a curse. "How many more captors did you know of?"
