“The Hybrid” by Dahrien T

My name is Tonya Lonay, I am 56 years old, and I’m here to tell you my story. I’ve lived a happy life all of these years. I have two kids, one of which is a 17-year-old girl who goes by Jaz and the other just a 9-year-old boy, our little Sean. My husband and I have never had any major parenting problems, our kids were good in school and avoided trouble. When we were notified that Jaz had been pulled out of class, this truly shocked us. The school was being very vague over the phone so I decided to immediately drive up to the school to figure out exactly what was going on. When I arrived, they wouldn’t let me see my daughter. I was notified that she had been taken to the local police station. My heart was racing as I arrived at the police station and to my surprise, I saw six huge men in all black suits carrying her out into a van. I jump out of my car screaming at them to put my daughter down, however, they disregard everything that I said. The van began to drive off and I quickly followed after them. It zoomed through the streets making many quick turns, all I could think was if I lost this van I would lose my daughter. I finally saw the van slow down at this strange, complex, grey building. The title of this building read, “Federal Government Holding Facility”. My anxiety rapidly elevated, I’ve always been able to protect my children from harm but this situation had really escalated quickly and I feared what would happen next.
I had to create a plan because it was obvious that these men were not going to listen nor help me. I planned to record everything that was happening and send it to my husband who worked at a news agency with the power to publicize the injustice happening. In turn, the people who were holding my child would have reason to fear the exposure, giving me the upper hand.
I snuck into the building in plain sight. My disguise was simply confidence and my professional work outfit. I saw them taking my daughter into this enormous room that was unfortunately under high security. My disguise came to an end when this gigantic man calls me out. I couldn’t think fast enough of a lie to say, so instead, I just told the truth. The truth that I was getting back my daughter and would hurt anyone who hindered me. I also added that If he didn’t want their dark secrets being released on the public news then he should start answering my questions.
The huge man stayed silent. I was terrified and my confidence in my “power speech” was very slim. In the middle of all my doubt, the man opened the door and motioned me in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The room was filled with thousands of kids around my daughter’s age, all dressed in government-like prison uniforms. I noticed numerous doctors applying a foreign drug to the kids, causing them to be in a zombie-like daze. I couldn’t control my anger and immediately demand for my daughter. The man says that she is a danger to the human race. He continues saying that government tests proved that Jaz’s DNA was not fully human and was mixed with an extraterrestrial substance. Under government policy, they are not permitted to release any of these children back into the world. I was shocked to hear the words coming out of his mouth and don’t believe it. This was my sweet, innocent daughter that he was talking about. My child that I birthed and raised with all the care that a mother could give. How could his words possibly be true, and even if it were true, this doesn’t give anyone the right to take away my child. Were they expecting me to just leave and forever forget about my daughter? The man continued explaining that many pregnant mothers were abducted and their normal children were

injected with the DNA of a different species which turned them into a new “hybrid” breed. These hybrids have been living among us. Some don’t even know what they truly are. However, many have discovered that they have special abilities that normal people don’t. The government cannot allow a new species with superior abilities to rome the world freely. He looked me in the eye and said, “it’s nothing personal, only protocol.” Suddenly, I was surrounded by government officials carrying me out. As he says his last words, a government officer walks by and holds a rag to my face, causing my world to spin out of control before complete darkness surrounded me.
It’s been 2 years since the last time I've seen my daughter. My husband and I have tried our best to expose what the government is doing, but every new lead and news report always ends up deleted. They are heavily protected by many sources. To this day, I am still confused. I don’t know if what that man said that day was true or not but, they have my child. The building I followed them to that day doesn’t even exist anymore. I just want my daughter back, she could be anywhere, scared and alone. I also worry each day about the safety of my second child. We decided to pull him out of the public school system and home school him. My entire life I had a false sense of protection, I would have never imagined this could happen to my family. This is not okay, they can’t just tear apart my family and move on with life. I’m telling my story to warn you all, cherish each moment that you have with your family, because tomorrow is never promised. I also warn you all to watch your surroundings and trust no one.
Labeled: Flash Fiction