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Spliced pt 1

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"I got one...no seven."  says the voice of my husband through the hover bot.  One, no problem...seven.  Well, seven brings issues.  Welcome to fucking Moreau island.  Formerly New York City before the meteor hit in the Arctic circle, covering most coastal land masses in water for almost seven years, 32% of the former United States was under water and we are what most of the world called lucky.  It's been about four years since the water levels dropped low enough that New York city is almost to it's pre strike state, but the place is a virtual ghost town, except for the Splicers and a few humans that dare live here. 
  During the recovery many great minds stepped up to get humanity on its feet, one of them Dr. Aki Moreau, great, great grandson of the famous Moreau that most had considered fiction.  Like his fore father he believed in splicing animal and human DNA to create a slave race for humans.  It worked for the most part until the things started thinking for themselves, most were killed (the dangerous ones) but you'll still find some in the newer cities as either janitorial service workers or if you go down to the red light districts you'll find a few of the more exotic ones. After New York began to rise out of the ocean, Moreau took his work here and continued where he left out. Without any real government, people just kinda ceded the island to him and just watch the shores.  It's fairly easy to get in, damn near impossible to get out. Of course one would wonder, why I'm here, simple...I'm a law breaker.  My crime?  Breeding.
   I met a guy, fell in love, got married and had a baby and the story would have ended there but a mandatory gene check was done on my child and then my husband and me.  I'm a splicer.  I didn't know, but finding out didn't surprise me.  You see my name is Alicia Moreau, daughter of Aki and I guess my father's experiments extended to his family.  I never knew my mother and except for my ears being a little more pointy then most, I look normal.  Yet after what they call the Splicer rebellion, splicers aren't allowed to breed except here on Moreau island.  The penalty for such a crime is forced sterilization and killing the child.
   The plan was to steal my child and move overseas where no one would know what we were...except I was too late.  My father (confirmed by security cams) got to my child first and now I'm here to get her back.
    Knowing what I am opened up my mind to what I could do, I'm stronger, faster, more agile than most humans, I just didn't know how much until it was discovered I was a splicer.  It's like a bird who thinks it's a frog...sure it can hop like the most of them but if it doesn't know it can fly...it'll be completely happy hopping the rest of it's life.  My husband isn't as equipped to handle this environment as I am, so he is down below in one of the many bunkers New Yorkers made before the flood and follows me using the hover bot and is like a third eye for me out here.
   "There's one to your rear Ali" he shouts through the bots speakers.
    "I'm gonna spray."  I say knowing what he'll say.
  
"It's only one and we don't know where the other six..."

"Exactly" I cut him off before he can continue "We don't know where the other six are or what they are.  Firing a weapon could stir them and bring more out....I'm spraying...you cover me while I do what I gotta do."

 Silence.

"Mark?"  I say knowing he's sulking.

"Yeah."  His voices comes over the speaker, heartbroken. 

'Spraying' is what I call releasing pheromones in the air.  It pretty much makes splicers want to mate (some humans too).  We discovered I had this ability after a heated argument one night and I wanted to make up by making love, I kind of wished he would and this spray just came out of my pores, we didn't know what it did until we noticed that our pet Mika started humping my leg.  In this instance I could spray this thing get it to go somewhere else quiet...most of the time I could kill it quietly with the knife hidden in my boot, but this guy is way too big to try that...I'm gonna have to give up the goods.  Worse my husband will have to watch in case another wants to join in or after this guy is done it'll get violent.  The main reason, I wear what I wear is so I can release my spray more effectively, plus these nano fabrics are a lot more durable than they look.  It cost a small fortune to get all the 'clothes' I do have, but thankfully my hubby had some money tucked away.  If not, the hover bot, the clothes, the rations we have...everything would have been impossible.  I'm a little concerned that he never told me about his little nest egg, but it's not like he didn't use it when we needed it, so I can't get too upset.  Plus knowing he has to deal with what comes next....I try my hardest to quiet my moans when it does happen, but the spray works both ways and as I release it, I can instantly feel a trickle down my inner thigh.  The thing (which I'm trying to figure out how many different types of animal DNA was used to create it) stops as soon as the scent hits it's nostrils and looking between its legs, I can tell it worked.  My mouth starts to water (along with other parts) and as I try to lead it into one of the many abandoned buildings, I start to throb with anticipation.  I silently apologize to my Mark because as much as I hate what I'm going to have to do...I can tell I am so going to enjoy it!


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