So this one skips forward a while, and is seen in the first half through the eyes of a Grey. Now that you've gone through what the abductees have gone through(Not through their eyes though). See what The Greys themselves are thinking.

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Chapter 5
Day In And Day Out

Nares Point of View

A year into our plans already, it's awfully interesting, I thought by now they'd notice the changes. The amount of children we have taken range somewhere in the thousands. And there are new ones coming in practically every day. We now have twenty or so ships around the planet, and around a hundred to two hundred children are stored on each. They're of every age now, some even still in infancy. Around half of them on our ship have Hybrid Clones or Hybrid offspring on Earth.

There are now around forty rooms set up as incubation chambers or nursery's. The older ones, we've set medical beds in their rooms, right next to their recharging berth. Makes it much easier then having to carry them all the way to and from the labs. Adults come in every once in a while, but once we've extracted enough sperm, we put them to sleep. We only want the young of their race, it makes it far easier to set them on Earth. I set about five more fetus' in a row marked: Ninety-Nine and smile.

This one's a great specimen, two hundred fetus' and he's only twelve. I hum quietly to myself, something I picked up from a child that had pretended he was not there. I walk out of the room, and let the door close behind me. My next subject has just turned three, and is set to have sperm samples extracted. And of course, he's reached his limitations. So it's also said on my data pad that once extracted, I need to put him to sleep. He's young, so he'll simply be cremated once I've finished him off. Those at least thirteen years old are the human equivalent of 'skinned' and used for blankets and such. I walk into the room in which Number One Hundred is sleeping.

I open the lid, and forcibly take him out, his eyes shoot open and he whimpers. All the other children do is stare, what else can they do? We are superior, stronger, and have the right to do as we please to them. I drag the child, dare I call him by his true name Zack, along the ground by the back of his shirt collar. I take him into a secluded room as he is to be put to sleep, it's too early to just kill him in front of the others. I carry him into the room, and shove him onto the table. Zack struggles, but I quickly rip off his shirt, followed by his pants. Exposed his fate is sealed as soon as I strap his ankles and wrists to the table.

"How are you Number One Hundred?" I ask, tilting my head, I start preparing my tools "Didn't you hear? You get to leave today!" He perks up, and I shake my head, oh he'll be leaving alright "Now be a good boy, and just lay still." I stare him in the eyes for a long time, and he's paralyzed.

Imediatly, I run a hand along his body, going down to the exposed genitalia. I don't take my normal probe out, instead, I attatch a suction-cup like object onto it. It'll work like a vacum, and is attatched to several empty jars. I force more tubes into his arms and legs, and one into his mouth. Smaller ones are forced into his nostrils and ears. All of which are attatched to nearly two hundred fetus' already belonging to him. I place a sheet covering over his upper and lower torso, which tightens, and pull another over his head. I know he's going to suffocate after I extract all of this, but it makes the execution all the more easier. I press a button, and slowly watch as the container containing fetus' turn into a light greed liquid.

He's screaming, and trying to move, but I don't allow him to, only turn up the machine. Before long the fluids stop pouring out, and I turn them off. Next, I turn on a second button, which begins the vacuming process, the fetus' begin appearing in the jars at once. His screams grow louder and louder, and stop once it's done. Lastly, I take a knife, and cut open the area over his mouth, taking the tube out painfuly. "Now you may leave." I take a handful of a black, stick liquid, and shove into his mouth.

Sealing the area over his mouth with the sheet again, his screams are muffled. He shakes, and tries to force his way out, but he can't the sheet tightens over his skin. And eventually he gives up, laying there stiff as a board. I sigh, taking the sheets off with ease, I take the tubes out of him. I notice he isn't quite dead, and give him a quick snap of the neck. He lays, and I shove the liquid further in, I place a fresh couple of sheets, wrapping them around his body. Leaving the samples to be collected by another group as they are already labeled.

I walked out without another word, and continued toward the cremation chamber.

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No One's Point Of View

David lay on the cold metal table again, throughly in pain, they had left him without cloting again. They were coming for him every day now, sometimes more then once. They'd perform tests and experiments, and remove more sperm every night. David hadn't spoken in so long, he had forgotten how to speak all together. They were experimenting on someone next to him, he could see that, but tried to ignore it. He lay there, still being probed, no longer for sperm, in fact he had no idea why they were doing this. It was times like these he wished they'd just kill him and be done with it. They sat him up, and stuck a small, pocket knife like object, only the blade was long and thin and stuck it into his stomache.

As per usual once it was extraced, David vomited a green, blue, and yellow mixture into a beaker-like object. They seemed to do this every single day, they'd do it until he'd finally have filled three beakers. Usually this meant it was repeated ten to twelve times. He felt the poke again, and vomited once more. For the next hour, it went on like this until they finished. David sat there, still without clothing, and coughed repeatedly. He knew by now he wasn't sick, this was either for some form of entertainment or to just make him suffer pain.

"'Atta boy Number Seven." One Grey snickered patting David on the back, carrying him and setting him directly into his berth "It's so much easier now that he's given up... It's so rare for them to realize their fate is sealed."

A blanket was pulled over him, David by now had realized it was made from human skin. It sent chills up his spine, but it kept him warm. It was easy to forget as it was colored green by the aliens, but it was easy to tell all the same. It was rubbery, and thin, just like human skin, which really gave it away. The lid was closed, and David let himself drift off to sleep. "Where am I!?" He could hear a small squeaky voice, obviously a new 'specimen' whining "Let me go! Let me go!" His cries were muffled and he heard a lid close.

The Greys hardly even spoke when they were doing things anymore. They just took who they pleased, experimented, and threw you back into your berth. They no longer gave out clothing, simply branded your number on the back of your neck. It was something truly out of a horror film, he didn't even remember what light looks like. The room was always dim now, and so dark you could barely see The Grey's. He simply put, just wanted to be done with it. Even Death's arms sounded better then living here did.

And every night, he waited for it to come, only to feel them continue their experiments. And they were already at work too, he had only been asleep for maybe an hour when they took him out of his berth. He was placed on the table again, and he knew what happened next. They held him down, and he felt a hand run along his body. The last thing he felt before he fell too far into sleep was a fermilliar covering falling over him and tigthening.

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A lot of chapters will focuss on David, but it will move to other characters once in a while.