Aeon Fugitive

by Amelia Wilson

  “I don’t know,” Gar said in his best English. He shook his head. This was going to be even harder than he thought.

  Chapter Nine

  It was dark when Sarah woke. It took her a moment to figure out what had woken her, and then she realized she wasn’t, alone. There were footsteps nearby. It was almost pitch-black in the room where Sarah hid, but a beam of white light passed overhead, splashing against the wall behind her hiding spot.

  The earthling edged to the side, sliding along her stomach so that she could peek around the refuse she had piled in front of her. Two Aeon’s were in the room, both of them holding long tubes which shone light out of one end, surprisingly similar to flashlights on Earth. The Aeon’s looked so similar but Sarah was sure neither one was Henry. It looked as though they might be guards of some sort, for they both wore dark brown uniforms that were identical, and Sarah wondered if she was looking at members of the police force.

  Sarah held her breath and slid back, keeping herself out of view. She reached down the front of her shirt and pulled out her necklace, holding the crystal in her hand as she pulled the golden chain from over her head. She closed her eyes for a moment, working to keep from panicking. When she felt she was as calm as she was going to get, she edged forward once more and peeked out.

  The room was empty. Sarah slid back fully into her hiding spot. Had they gone? Could she be so lucky?

  Without warning her hiding spot was ripped away, the scrap pile of wood and plastic being thrown against the opposite wall, leaving Sarah exposed. She looked up and saw something she had never seen before, expecting an Aeon but instead seeing an eight-foot tall robot, which gleamed in the soft moonlight filtered in through a nearby window.

  The robot reached for her but Sarah was already moving, scrambling away on her hands and knees, and the metal hand waved impotently through the space she had just been occupying.

  So the Aeon were scared of her. Well, more likely they were scared of the crystal, but she was in control of the crystal and so by extension, they were frightened of her. They would send robots after her, but wouldn’t come after her themselves. That suited Sarah just fine.

  She ran for the doorway, sliding out into the hall as the robot gave chase. She ran down the hall and turned a corner, coming to a stop in front of a single Aeon who held a gun aloft, pointed in her direction. Sarah let out a primal scream and jumped forward, barreling into the alien and knocking his gun away. She took the crystal and jammed it into his neck and the alien’s eyes went wide as his skin began to smoke, right where she had touched him with the crystal.

  The alien fell back, clapping a hand over his neck. Sarah fell with him, reaching over for his gun, which she turned on the advancing robot. She pulled the trigger and bright blue balls cackling with electric energy burst from the barrel, slamming into the robot and leaving him smoking.

  The bot tried to stand up but as it did it exploded, the sound deafening, the force throwing Sarah back through the nearest wall and out onto the street. She was dazed, covered in gray soot and a mass of pain. Her head was screaming, her vision blurred. She got on one knee, looked around her and saw the Aeon’s nearing her. She still had the crystal in her hand but the gun had been sent flying. She held the crystal forward.

  “Back up!” she said.

  Behind her, a hovercraft came speeding around the corner, and Sarah knew it was done. She would be recaptured, and there was a chance they would simply kill her, seeing her as too much trouble to keep alive.

  “Sarah!” a familiar voice said, and she spun. Gar was there, coming out of the hovercraft, firing a rifle at the Aeon’s beyond her. “Get in!” he said in his own language, but she still wore the translator he had given her weeks ago. She ran for him, saw that Adam, the human she had met on the jungle planet was driving. It was all too much to think about, and she pushed any thought that wasn’t simply surviving from her brain as she jumped into the craft.

  Gar was right behind her. “Go,” he said in English, surprising Sarah. Adam stamped down on the accelerator and the hovercraft took off, throwing Sarah back against the seat. She wanted to reach for Gar, to hug him, to kiss him, but there was no time. The Aeon were on their tail; three of their own hovercraft following. There was another rifle in the back, a newer one than Gar’s familiar weapon and she took it, leaning out of the window and firing at their pursuers.

  Adam drove to the edge of the city, racing for the desert beyond.

  “No hide,” Gar warned him, but the man behind the wheel shrugged. “Better than here,” he argued, and Gar had no response to that.

  They left the city, the buildings falling away in a blur, the desert dark blue under three fat moons.

  “Where are we going?” Sarah called out as they sped away from the city. The Aeon’s followed along, but they seemed unwilling to shoot at them. Perhaps they still needed Sarah alive and weren’t prepared to accidentally kill her.

  “Don’t tell her anything!” Adam called back from the front seat. Sarah looked to Gar, who tapped the strange metal halo he wore about his head, and Sarah understood. They kept the Aeon’s from reading their minds, but she had no such contraption. The less she knew, the better.

  They’re falling back,” Adam called out. The windshield was digital, and there was a small rectangle near the top of the screen, which showed the view behind the car by way of a small camera in the bumper. Sarah and Gar had already seen that, of course, they both still faced the rear and took shots at the pursuing vehicles.

  “Why?” Sarah asked, looking to Gar. Her heart soared then, now that the danger seemed to be passing, and she was next to the alien she had fallen for. She set her rifle aside and slipped her arms around the gray-skinned man.

  He turned to look at her, opened his mouth to say something but she pressed her lips to his and he was silenced. He wrapped his strong arms around her body and kissed her back.

  “Guys, we should, uh, focus,” Adam said.

  “Right,” Gar said in English.

  “Sorry,” Sarah said as she pulled away, feeling foolish. She was acting like a teenage girl with her first crush. Not like a woman who had been abducted by aliens and taken to a strange planet where they had planned to kill her.

  “You have the necklace?” Gar asked in his own language, letting her translator do some work, and Sarah panicked as she realized she wasn’t holding onto the crystal anymore, but then she felt its familiar miniscule weight against her chest and realized she must have slipped it over her head without even realizing it. She touched it beneath her shirt.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Good,” Gar said.

  “Why did they stop?” Adam asked, and Sarah looked behind them again. The city was tall in the distance, but the vehicles had completely stopped giving chase, heading back into the midst of the buildings.

  “I don’t know,” Sarah said, and then Adam cursed and she whipped her head around.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “The damn car is stopping,” he said. “I think they killed it remotely.”

  And sure enough, they were slowing down. As the car came to a stop, it landed on the sand with a thud.

  “Well, what do we do now?” Adam asked.

  “Leave,” Gar said in English. “Fast.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” Adam said, and they all filed out of the car, grabbing the guns and the backpacks they had.

  “We have little food,” Gar said in his tongue and Sarah relayed the translated message to Adam.

  “We can’t go back,” Adam said. “We need to keep her in the dark about what we do. I don’t know how close they need to be to read her mind, but we don’t want to take any chances.”

  They stood next to the hovercraft for a moment, the sky dark above them, the three moons all hanging back over the bright city.

  “It’s hard to see anything out here,” Sarah said.

  “Yes,” Adam agreed with her.

  “There,” Gar said in English, po
inting with a long finger. “Shelter,” he added.

  He was pointing to a rise in the earth, a rocky hill that was almost large enough to be considered a mountain. Sarah didn’t understand why he had said shelter, she could hardly see anything, but Gar’s eyes were sharper than hers, and he could see the face of the hill was littered with caves. He led the way, the others falling into step behind him in a single file, Sarah right behind him and Adam after her.

  The hill was further than it had looked, and by the time they reached the foot of the hill they were sweating with exertion despite the chill of the desert at night.

  “I need water,” Sarah said, and Gar pulled his pack off and found a small canteen. She took a sip and offered it to Gar as Adam pulled his own out behind them and drank.

  Now Sarah was close enough to see the caves. “We don’t know what lives in those,” she said.

  “We can’t be out in the open during the day,” Gar said. “They could find us easily.”

  Sarah still wasn’t convinced. Gar had something else on his mind. The Aeon’s had let them go too easily, they had given up as soon as they were truly away from the city, leaving the paved streets behind. It was almost as though the Aeon’s were scared. The question Gar had then, was what the hell were they frightened of?

  They climbed the hill to the halfway point, Gar heading into a cave first, holding his rifle at the ready, though there was no need for a gun. The cave went back twenty or so yards and ended in a rounded wall. The floor was dry rock, uncomfortable but void of any mess from animals. It would do.

  Gar and Adam and Sarah set out taking blankets, and thin bedrooms from the packs and spreading them out as best they could. Adam setting his closest to the cave entrance, and Sarah and Gar lying theirs closely together near the back wall.

  “Well, goodnight,” Adam said when they had all laid down. It was pitch-black in the cave, and Sara curled up next to Gar. She placed her hand on his chest, relieved to feel the muscles there, relieved to feel him there. He had come for her. He had saved her. It made her smile in the darkness.

  “I love you,” Gar whispered, her translator working its magic in her ear.

  “I love you, too,” she said, and then she felt Gar’s lips on hers. She opened her mouth to his roving tongue, shivers of passion going up her spine at his taste and velvet touch.

  His hands explored her body, strong fingers running up her shirt, over her stomach, to the mounds of her breasts. He grabbed one breast, her nipple growing hard against his palm.

  She was lying on her back, the gray-skinned alien on his side, her head turned so they could continue to kiss as he groped her. She reached down with one hand, unable to contain herself or to prolong the passion, gripping his growing shaft through the material of his pants.

  He smelled musky, of sweat, much like she did, and it only served to drive them both wilder, there was an animalistic quality to their love that night.

  Soon she rolled onto her side, and they both silently lifted their shirts over their heads. Gar slid one arm around her, pulling her close so her breasts pressed against his bare chest. His hand moved up her back, tracing along her shoulder blades, and then onto the back of her neck, where his fingers curled into her hair and pulled gently, forcing her head back so his lips could find her throat, where he planted small kisses and nipped at her softly with his teeth.

  Sarah was moaning softly, trying to stay quiet, vaguely aware that they weren’t alone. She reached down between their bodies so she could grip him once more, this time working quickly to unbutton his pants, sliding her hand within and finding his member rigid and throbbing to her touch. She took him in hand and pulled at him, sliding back and forth over his sensitive shaft.

  He let go of her head, sliding his hand down her front, taking a moment to pinch one of her nipples playfully before continuing down to her pants, which he unbuttoned and slid down her thighs. Sarah lifted herself up as she rolled onto her back, letting the pants slide down over her bubble butt. Gar pulled them off completely and then shift, pulling his hard-on away from her touch, to position his face between her legs.

  Sarah reached down, gripping Gar’s shoulder length hair with both hands as he pushed his lips against the soft, plump lips between her legs. The flat of his tongue lapped up her moist slit. The alien licked and lapped, probed with his tongue until Sarah couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Inside me,” she whispered. “Please. Now.”

  Gar wasn’t one to ignore a lady’s pleading. He reached down and tugged his pants off as he pulled himself up so that his pelvis was poised over hers. His cock was throbbing and hard, and Sarah took him in hand and helped guide him into her in the darkness.

  She bit back a moan as he entered her, thrusting his hips slowly forward until their bodies met and he could go no further. He was long, thick, and filled Sarah completely, pushing against the sensitive walls of her vagina, driving her wild.

  He bucked atop her slowly, pushing in and then pulling out so only the bulbous head of his manhood remained inside, and then pushed forward again and stayed there for a moment, throbbing deep inside her.

  Gar bent his head so that he could kiss her, and then pulled his lips from hers and placed a trail of kisses down the front of her neck, over her collar bone. His tongue then teeth circled around her sensitive nipple and nibbled on it, sucking on the rosebud protrusion, sending waves of pleasure through the human woman’s body.

  “Yes,” Sarah moaned as Gar picked up speed, his hips slapping audibly against hers, and afterwards Sarah would worry they had made things very awkward for Adam, but at the moment Sarah couldn’t spare a thought to her fellow Earthling, instead she was consumed by passion and pleasure, and her own orgasmic feelings taking over, shaking her body to its core.

  She moaned as she came, feeling her womanhood clench around Gar’s thick member, the alien throwing his head back and releasing at the same time.

  When they were done he remained inside her, lying atop her and kissing her neck, her chin, and her lips. She felt him go soft inside her and then he pulled out and lay beside her. Sarah rolled over and slid an arm around Gar. He threw his leg over her hips, and they lay like that quietly, speaking, their eyes closed, until she felt his cock thicken once more, and they went for round two.

  Chapter Ten

  In the morning Adam didn’t bring up the night time cave sex, and Sarah didn’t either. They all simply packed up their belongings, letting the awkward silence hang between them, and stepped out of the cave to take stock of their surroundings.

  The city they had come from was far to the East, a glinting mess of steel and chrome on the horizon. All around them there were mountains like the ones they had stayed on, but nothing else. No water, no other cities, no roads.

  A strange bird-like creature floated around them in the sky, circling their mountain over and over, as big as a single-seat airplane. It was leathery, not feathery, almost like a prehistoric creature, which would be more at home in Jurassic Park than modern-day reality, and it made Sarah uncomfortable. It reminded her of a vulture, circling over animals in the process of dying. Did it think they were going to die?

  “Well, what do we do?” Adam asked, and Sarah opened her mouth to speak but she was cut-off by a deep rumbling from somewhere within the small mountain on which they perched.

  “Look,” Gar said in English, pointing to another one of the mountains. As they watched a massive white worm exit from the top of the mountain, and Sarah realized then it wasn’t a mountain at all, but more like a mole hill, or ant hill. The entrance to an underground tunnel, made by the worm as thick as a big city bus, and longer than ten of them parked end to end.

  They heard the rumble again, and the ground began to shake, and Gar grabbed Sarah’s shoulder, pulled her back inside the cave. Adam came quickly without needing to be grabbed. They watched as another giant white worm slid into view, heading down past them from atop the mountain.

  The worms had mouths, great gaping holes
rimmed with sharp teeth, and Sarah realized why they hadn’t been followed into the desert. The Aeon’s were scared of the worms.

  As they watched the worm, it slithered off towards the other worm, and they began to battle. The creatures slammed their bodies together, their mouths working at one another, tearing great chunks of flesh from their bodies.

  “We should go,” Adam said, as they watched. “While they’re distracted.”

  Sarah quickly told Gar what Adam said.

  “Yes,” Gar said, nodding as he spoke in English.

  “Great idea,” Sarah added. They gathered their packs and ran from the cave, picking their way down the small mountain as quickly as they could.

  Once on level ground, they turned and ran around the hill, trying to keep out of sight of the worms; though they didn’t have eyes so they may not have needed to at all.

  They hurried around the base of the small mountain, away from the worms, with Gar in the lead. Without warning he stopped, throwing his arm out so that Sarah ran into it, with Adam pulling up behind her.

  “Oh no,” the young woman said, as she looked past her love. Another worm was there, coming towards them, moving with surprising speed.

  “Run!” Adam yelled, but Gar was already lifting his rifle. Adam jumped forward and pushed the gun down. “No!” he said. “The others will hear!”

  Sarah wasn’t sure the worms could even hear, but Gar seemed convinced. He nodded and turned, running back towards the hill. They reached the base of the hill once more, right in front of the third worm. Gar leaped up a few feet, scrambling up the side, stopping to turn and grabbed Sarah, hauling her up after him. He shoved her towards a cave, smaller than the one they had slept in, not much more than a thin crack in the side of the hill. He turned then and held a hand out to Adam, who grabbed it and allowed himself to be hauled up.

  But the worm was fast, extending its white mucusy body towards Adam. The worm`s jaws opening wide, and took Adam’s legs into its mouth, chomping down hard, its sharp teeth piercing the man's flash in a red gush.