2.3

“Oh my god, that is pretty fucked-up!” James exclaimed with revulsion and sadness after everything Madeleine had told him about the BloodHounds and everything they had to endure back in those facilities, day by day whilst the humans roamed the streets mostly free and wild, completely clueless.

“Yeah, I know,” She agreed with a sad look of her own, watching him pour himself and her another shot of vodka.

“What about your lady friend? What is her deal?” He asked after a moment, his blue eyes straying from Madeleine for just a second, to give the strange and incredibly hot chick a quick glance, observing her as she aimlessly trudged around through his living room.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,”

His interest only piqued at the sound of Madeleine’s reply, his brow raising as he looked back at her.

“Try me,”

She quickly donned down the glass of vodka first, the young male mimicking her actions as he closely watched her, eager for an answer.

“She’s actually a martian,”

“What? What