Maybe it’s stupid, but I need them now more than ever.
“It was a giant,” I whisper. “Its body had a shine to it.”
I stop myself, wondering if I’m remembering things correctly.
“He was naked,” I say, stuttering. “I think… I think they’re designed to...”
Again, I stop myself. What are they designed to do? The document I found said something about them desiring mates.
Do I really want to say that out loud? I glance at the men’s hardened faces and hold back this sliver of information.
“They’re predatory,” Fassbender says. “I heard it. It had the snarl of an abominable beast.”
Hugh adjusts his chair, panicking. “We have to get off this planet,” he says, shifting to face Halloway. “Captain, you’ve waited on the sidelines ever since we landed on that shore. When will you take charge?”
Halloway struggles, but he has an answer. “When Roy gets back, we’ll find the other starship. In the meantime, maybe we can fix the network and make a call to NASA.”
Hugh laughs. “So we still believe NASA has our backs?”
Fassbender stands nearby, threading tranquilizer darts into a small rifle.
Hugh rolls and snags one dart from his hand. “Tranq darts? I thought we want to kill the alien, not keep it alive.”
With a sour face, Fassbender yanks it back. “Careful, Robocop. We need every kind of fire power available,” he replies. “Besides, if we can study the alien, why not keep it alive?”
“We don’t know anything about it. For all we know, those won’t put him to sleep,” Hugh argues.
Footsteps sound from behind. I turn and see Roy. He’s soaking wet, franticly running toward us.
Halloway smiles. “Aha! The man of the hour. Did you fix the thrusters?”
Roy catches his breath. “Thrusters are a go,” he says. “And I managed to fix the network on our starship. The computers are back online. Of course, without the planet relay running, it doesn’t make much of a difference.”
Fassbender pushes past me. “You don’t have the command passwords,” he interrupts.
Roy faces him, right heel planted for a fight. Something is wrong.
“I’ve been on Starship Tera-Earth for over a year. You don’t think I haven’t memorized your password by now?” Roy asks. “I’ve got a strong memory, pal.”
Fassbender grabs him. “Bastard,” he grunts.
“I know what you’re hiding,” Roy shouts. “I know what NASA hired you to do. I saw everything on your precious tablet. I know all about you, Mr. Military.”
Fassbender reaches for his gun.
Quicker than I can react, Hugh aims his pistol at Fassbender. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he says.
Fassbender backs away. He puts his hands in the air.
I walk near him, taking my own pistol out.
“What’s this about the military?” Hugh asks.
“So now you all know,” he says, grinding his teeth. “Guess you were going to find out, eventually.”
“Find out about what?” I ask.
Roy’s eyes are buggy. “He’s not a scientist. He was sent from the military,” he says.
Fassbender’s eyes shift toward mine. Without warning, he grabs my wrists. Forcing them down, he kicks upward, knocking my head back.
He takes my gun and forces it to my head.
“Everyone back off. I have strict orders to get the alien back to Earth for further analysis,” he says.
Fassbender’s arm bars my neck. The brisk barrel sends chills down my spine. Pain strains my shoulders as he subdues me.
I feel weak. I feel powerless.
And, somehow, all I can think about is the alien.
Roy clenches his fist and shouts. “No fucking way.”
“You betrayed us,” Hugh says, eyes watering. “You knew we were walking into a trap.”
Fassbender forces the barrel against my temple harder. “We all have our orders,” he says. “Now, lower your weapons. I have an alien to catch.”
Their eyes fall on mine.
“Just do what he says. Let him leave,” I say, panicked.
Hugh lowers the gun.
Roy drops his.
I clench my hands around the photograph of my parents. “Fassbender, they dropped their weapons. Let me go.”
Fassbender laughs and forces my hair back. He throws me to the ground, gun pointed between my eyes. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he says, grinning.
He’s going to kill me.
I try to move, but his finger tugs the trigger. Eyes shutting, I hold the picture near my heart.
I hear the firing pin strike, the blast blowing out my ear drums.
But I don’t feel the bullet enter.
I roll my head to see the indent in the ground near my ear. He missed.
But as my vision adjusts, a massive brute walks to edge of the compound. Within a split second, we lock eyes.
Holy shit…
He lunges toward me, roaring with the might of a thousand storms: “NO!”
He takes me by the legs, lifting me into his arms. With his free hand, he forces Fassbender across the compound.
Fassbender’s back hits a tree, and he slumps forward, groaning.
“Naomi!” Roy shouts and aims.
He fires and misses. He fires again, and the bullet grazes the alien’s shoulder.
The beast lunges away, obsessively holding me.
I can’t escape. I can’t scream for help.
The last thing I see is Fassbender stand. He aims the tranq, but he hits me instead. Then, he turns and fires once at Hugh, another at Roy.
The captain runs as both men fall limp.
“No,” I whisper. “This can’t be happening.”
But it is happening. This is reality.
As I’m dragged into the darkness of Avalon, I lose the photograph of my parents. The wind carries it into the night.
Everything goes black.
Six
Turin
Humans can’t help themselves.
Acting as savages, they deceive their own kind.
Fear is their weakness. Once exploited, a group will turn on itself.
That’s their evil; They are a virus.
I couldn’t let them taint her purity.
Now we must hide from Zakar. I have taken the woman to a second facility. Together, we sit inside the old greenhouse downstairs.
Zakar is invested in killing the men. If we stay much longer, he’ll find us.
For now, I have her. She’s mine.
Mine.
Her body is supple. Thick and curvy, her hips demand a creamy filling. I lean over her as she sleeps, nose against her neck, breathing in her scent.
Her tits rest against her crossed arms. Hungrily, I exhale and trace my finger over her spine.
I try to imagine the first thing I’d do to her. Bend her over on her knees, spank the evil out of her, or tie her up and eat her pussy until she’s shaken and begging to stay by my side.
It’s one or the other.
If Zakar wasn’t around, I could keep her as my slave for an eternity. I could fuck her and have the entire planet as my vessel to procreate and expand.
And if Earth came back with more of their ships, I’d hunt them all to keep her safe with me.
My cock grows. It turns so hard it presses against her backside. She does not wake. Every ounce of instinct tells me to rut the woman.
But I don’t.
I hold back.
She’s a delicacy, and I want to savor her.
When she wakes, she finds me stroking my cock in the room’s corner. She startles, eyes widened with fear, hands clawing at the wall.
I must look like a monster to her. Maybe we are both victims of human cruelty. Maybe that’s why I want to possess her.
I don’t analyze those thoughts too much.
She glances at the exit of the building, but I’m two steps ahead of her. I am built for
the chase, and my instincts have kicked into overdrive.
She tries to make a run for it, but I easily subdue her. I coil around her, locking her arms until she stops making a fuss.
She screams, but it doesn’t matter. We’re in the basement level. Zakar has good ears, but he won’t hear us down here.
Taking her wrists, I lower her to the ground. I force my forehead against hers, skin glowing from want.
I growl, eyes focusing on hers.
She freezes.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” I say. “This place isn’t what you think.”
Two single tears fall from her eyes. It’s as if she is too scared to cry. “What are you?” she whispers.
Her breath quivers. I breathe her air in my lungs.
I can taste her. I can feel her.
“Do you really want to know?” I ask.
She gulps and nods.
I remember the first days of my life like it was yesterday. I woke up in a tank, a bright light shining against the glass. Men in full-body suits analyzed me. When I tried to move, they alerted the facility.
They took me out and strapped me to a surgical table.
There were others, but they were all different from me. On my left, a monster with a massive body and horns lay with his tongue extended. He was dead.
To my right was Zakar, clinging to life.
Like the woman I have taken, I bucked. I roared and twisted my body. The surgical bed fell to the floor.
I couldn’t escape.
They injected me with drugs. They tested on my body. They kept us in a monitoring room for years without telling us what their master plan was.
But we found out.
“The humans you are looking for designed us,” I tell her.
“You aren’t an… alien?” she asks.
“That word means nothing to someone like me,” I reply. “Earth found the formula to mix Human and outside, or alien, DNA. They created many beings, but most were failures. They died. I survived.”
I walk away from her, startled by my anger. To them, I am alien. But to me, they are the outsiders.
They brought me to life.
Her eyes shine with innocence. “Why did they do it?” she asks.
I cock my head. “They wanted to create a weapon,” I say.
“The bodies we found,” she says, sucking back more tears. “Were those corpses the other aliens?”
I nod. “They were murdered by your kind,” I say, breathing intensely. “The human race must pay for their crimes. They must all die.”
I’ll start with her ass, splitting her in two. I’ll break that pussy in and make her beg for more.
She falls to her knees. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I didn’t come to hurt you. I wasn’t briefed on any of this. I’m a victim, too,” she says.
My muscles flex. “A victim,” I repeat, facing her again.
I take hold of her shirt, mouth near hers. “I’ll show you what it feels like to be a victim.”
She cries. It’s pathetic.
I’m never going to let her go.
Never.
“Please, spare me. I just want to go home. I want to abort this mission.”
Her pheromones are off the charts. It takes every ounce of strength to hold back from taking her pussy.
I turn and punch through the concrete wall behind me. I feel my bones break, but my body mends its wounds. The pain keeps my desires occupied.
She weeps and watches my body heal. She now sees what she’s up against.
In the corner, she sits, tears ruining her beautiful face. I leave her alone as she hurls insults.
“You’re a monster,” she says.
I stay silent, sitting at the opposite end of the room. The scientists at the facility would call us worse. I’ve heard it all before.
I don’t enjoy doing this to a potential mate, but time heals all wounds. If she doesn’t want to obey now, she will later.
She needs to realize she doesn’t have too many options.
Minutes pass. Her cries dwindle. Soon, she is silent, spare some wet sniffles now and then.
She raises her chin. Her eyes are as red as mine. She glances around the room. “Just tell me where we are,” she says.
“A second facility they built to keep us locked inside. This room is where they used to grow their food.”
She drops her head in despair.
I may be horrifying to her now, but she doesn’t understand how bad the alternative would be if she ran. Zakar would expel her to a life of rape and impregnation. He’d give in to his true desires.
He would kill her, and his bloodlust would only grow.
I give her the chance that I never got. I speak to her as an equal.
“Once I saw you, I knew I needed you. It was like tasting the stars. I couldn’t let Zakar have you to himself. That’s why I saved you,” I say.
She drops to her butt and curls into a ball. “Zakar? There’s another still alive?”
“Yes, but we can’t trust him,” I say.
“What about you? Can I trust you?”
I take a step closer to her, cock in plain sight. She knows what I want. What I crave.
What I need.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you,” I say.
She blubbers. “No...”
I walk toward her. My cock hardens as pleasure guides my pace. I wish she could understand. “I was born to seed. And I need to have you,” I growl.
I take her face into my palm, squeeze her porcelain cheeks. Her skin is as soft as Zakar promised. I can feel the odd sensation of my pupils expanding as endorphins rush through my cock.
I know she can feel my hard flesh rise against her. I trust she knows what I want.
“You sick fuck,” she grunts and kicks me in a frenzy.
I barely feel her punches. My lust is much too overwhelming.
A sharp grin forms on my face.
She cowers. “You killed them all, didn’t you? You murdered the scientists. Where are they?” she asks.
I grab her ankles and drag her toward me. “You know nothing.”
“I won’t let you have me,” she says.
It’s the most naïve statement I have ever heard. Yet, it satisfies me in the strangest way.
I let her go.
I try to understand her, even if it’s impossible. The other humans – they fought us hard from the start. But she’s different. She cries…
The others didn’t cry.
I walk toward the exit, bending to pick up an emergency bottle of water I took from the starship while she was dreaming.
I wait for her to accept it.
“How long were you asleep?” I ask.
She takes the bottle. Hesitating, she sucks the liquid out. She seems parched. I could fix her woes if she just trusted me.
I lower to her level, handing her a cloth. She shrugs and wipes her eyes.
“You were out for sixteen hours,” I say.
“Not surprising. Fassbender tranq’d me right in the neck,” she mutters. “Roy shot your arm, but I guess you’ve healed, right? That’s one of your tricks?”
During our flee, someone nicked my arm with a bullet, but my body regenerated within seconds. Yes, it’s a part of my being, my curse.
“I’m not invincible,” I say. “If the bullet entered my body, it would have weakened me. A few shots, and he could have killed me.”
She exhales, long and depressed. “You took that risk just so you could take me here?”
I think about what she said. For a long while, there’s silence.
Irritated, she raises her voice. “Hello? I’m talking to you.”
I tell her the truth. “I didn’t save you just so I could have you,” I admit.
“Then why?”
“I couldn’t watch him kill you,” I say.
My maker’s made one mistake. When they made me, they gave me the ability to learn empathy. If they wanted a weapon, they should hav
e cut that part out.
Zakar was made differently, but I’m a breeder. I live to spill seed. And I need empathy to procreate.
She raises her eyes, glaring into mine. For the first time, she doesn’t flinch. “Thank you,” she says. “I guess...”
I glance at the exit to the stairs. “That man, Fassbender has hurt your crew,” I say. “He will search for us, too.”
She swallows. A vein on her neck shows how fast her pulse raises. That man worries her more than I do.
She’s beginning to understand. There are bad men out there. They seek only to destroy.
I point toward the staircase. “If you want to leave, be my guest. But they’ll be looking for you.”
I’m the only shot she has left, and she knows it.
“Fassbender betrayed us,” she mutters. “He knew about you from day one.”
“It was a suicide mission. After your crew dies, they will send others. They will die, as well,” I say. “And when Zakar leaves to Earth, he’ll ravage the planet like a parasite.”
He wasn’t designed to create life. He was designed to destroy it. I guess we’re the perfect fucking duo.
She stands. “If he gets to Earth, our armies will kill him. You said it yourself. You’re not invincible.”
I shake my head. She cannot understand the complexity of the situation. “Zakar cannot die.”
“But--”
“He was the last alien they could create, and his synthesis was more powerful than any scientist could have hoped for. But they didn’t have the proper weapons to subdue him. Every bullet that hit him, his body encapsulated. Nothing could destroy him,” I say.
“Nothing?” she asks.
I pause. “There is one thing that affects him that does not affect me,” I say.
She takes my hand, squeezing, but within seconds, she pulls away. “Please. For my sake, tell me.”
“Noises,” I say. “He has a keen ear.”
“Noises,” she repeats.
“Not just any noises. Certain frequencies seem to hurt him,” I say, recalling an instance where he was at his most vulnerable.
I tell her. “When we escaped, we went to disrupt the network to Discovery Base and home planet. When we reached the inside, the alarms went off. Zakar went berserk. He cut the cables to the power, but I’ve always wondered what would have happened if he didn’t.”
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