Khajal_The Cyborgs Reborn

by T. J. Quinn

  Immune to the temperatures, Khajal took a freezing shower. She tried to do the same, but she couldn’t. The water was too cold for her.

  That night, on an improvised bed in front of the fireplace, he made love to her again and again until they collapsed in each other’s arms, shuddering and panting.

  The passion between them didn’t seem to fade with time, in fact, she felt it was stronger each time they let it burn between them, and it amazed her.

  It also worried her. She feared she would feel lost without him in her life.

  Khajal spent the following day inspecting the house they were living in as well as the surrounding buildings, looking for some kind of communication apparatus. Though he had kept his fears for himself, he was worried about the tracking devices Savannah was still wearing. He had tried to deactivate them to no use, and he was sure the Taucets were going to try to recapture as many females as they could. The aliens’ survival depended on it, and that would turn the tracking devices into a very dangerous threat to their safety.

  Their best chance was to be picked up by the free cyborgs. Once with them, he was sure they would help him get rid of the damn things, or at least deactivate them.

  He knew Savannah didn’t understand his urgency to leave, but he didn’t want to worry her more than she already seemed to be.

  But that first day, he couldn’t find anything. He was sure that if Jarcor had left anything there, it would be well hidden so that it wouldn’t be easily found by the wrong people. So, he would have to keep looking for a little longer before he gave up and waited for the agreed date.

  Food was another concern, and he would have to go hunting the following day if they wanted to have enough food for a few more days. That would take time from his search, but it was necessary.

  “You look worried. Is something going on?” she asked him, as she joined him on the small porch of the house they were staying in. The moon lightened the starry sky, and a cold breeze whistled across the abandoned town.

  “No… I was just hoping I would find the transmitter. I can’t wait to get out of here,” he confessed, with a scowl.

  She didn’t answer immediately, and he turned around to look at her.

  She gave him a faint smile as she nodded. “Yes… of course. I understand how you feel.”

  “Don’t you feel the same?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

  She shrugged. “Yes, I guess… I’m just a bit scared of the unknown,” she confessed.

  “You’ll be alright. I’ll make sure of that.” He leaned over and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

  Savannah wrapped his neck in her arms, and he picked her in his arms to carry her back inside the house and into the bed in front of the fireplace. It only took him a few seconds to get them naked before he nestled his powerful body between her legs.

  “I could spend the rest of my life right here… between your legs,” he whispered in her ear, with a self-mocking grin.

  “I wouldn’t mind,” she assured him, pulling him closer.

  He chuckled and thrust his hard cock deep inside her in a single motion, feeling her walls stretching to fit him before they clenched around him as if trying to keep him there.

  With a slow motion, he pulled his cock almost entirely out of her before he thrust it deep inside her once more. He played that game a few times, ripping louder moans each time he did, while her body started to shudder underneath him with sheer need.

  “Please… faster…” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him inside her.

  He leaned forward and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, stealing her breath away before he speeded his pace in and out of her, rapidly taking them over the edge and into that universe that seemed to exist just for them.

  When he poured his essence deep inside her, she let out a loud sob, as the tickling sensation spread through her stronger than ever, turning her orgasm into a mind-blowing event.

  When she came to her senses, Khajal had her in his arms, and he was looking a bit worried.

  “Hi… where did you go?” he asked in a soft tone.

  “Wow… that was intense… The tickling sensation is stronger than ever…” she tried to explain. “The sensations are so strong, so powerful, they blow my mind.”

  “You’re the first woman that I’m with that mentions this,” he stated. “And I find it very intriguing. The nanocybots were supposed to die once out of my system, and yet they seem to be spreading inside you.”

  “Do you think they could become a danger to me?” she asked with a slight frown, not really concerned. So far, the tiny beings had only brought her good things.

  “No, I really don’t think so. They seemed to have adopted you,” he replied, kissing her sweaty forehead. “Though, they certainly will modify your DNA. I have no idea to what extent, but that’s basically what they do. They look for weaknesses in your body and try to improve them modifying or replacing whatever they think is wrong.”

  “Oh… that’s incredible.”

  He gave her a faint smile. “I guess, but the problem is we have no way of controlling their decisions, and some might not be what you would have wanted,” he warned her.

  She shrugged. “Too late to think of that. The pleasure they give me surely compensates any misjudgment of the little fellows,” she assured him.

  He chuckled and pulled her closer, cuddling her for the night.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The following morning, he took one last look in the house they were staying before he decided to go out hunting.

  “Tell me what are you looking for, and I’ll look around while you’re gone,” she suggested before he left, eager to find something to fill up her time.

  She wasn’t very pleased with the idea of being alone, but she understood they needed to find more food if they planned to stay there a couple more weeks.

  “It should look like any communication system… like a short waves radio or something,” he explained. “Just don’t take foolish risks, like entering a crumbling structure,” he warned her.

  “I promise I will be careful. Please, don’t stay out too long,” she asked him, hating herself for showing her weakness, but she wasn’t able to hold back the words.

  “I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he assured her before he kissed her and walked away.

  She watched him leave and returned to the house, determined to fill her time looking for the damn thing.

  But after an entire day looking, she hadn't had any luck. Apparently, nor had Khajal, since the sun was about to set on the horizon and he hadn't returned.

  Worried, she walked to the door and looked outside for the hundredth time, but there was no sign of him.

  She was about to go back inside when she caught a glimpse of something moving on her right. Startled, she turned around, but whatever it was, it was gone when she took a better look.

  With a chill running down her spine, she went back inside, praying Khajal would be back soon.

  Taking a seat on an old chair, she was watching the fire crackling in the fireplace when she heard a noise in the back room of the small house.

  “Khajal… is that you?” she asked, out loud, jumping out of the chair, getting ready to run out of the house.

  But before she could do anything, a man she hadn't hoped to ever see in her life, entered the room, from the back room, with a gun in his hand.

  “No, slave… it’s not your cyborg.” Anion mocked her in a very cold tone.

  She made a move towards the door, and he shot his gun, making it explode right next to her.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned her, with an evil scowl on his blue face.

  “You escaped…” she said, putting her hand over her heart, trying to appease its frantic rhythm.

  “Yes… of course, I escaped,” he mocked her. “You see, when the humans attacked us, my first thought went to Khajal, and I was sure that had to be his doing. We had been there for a few years now, and t
he humans had never detected our presence,” he said, closing the distance between them, stopping only a few feet away from her.

  “You’re wrong,” she replied, trying to stay as calm as possible. “If you weren’t so arrogant, you would have known it wasn’t normal to find a town with so little protection, like the one where I used to live. You would have suspected it could be a trap and you would have left, instead of falling right into it,” she pointed out in a cold tone.

  “But how the hell did they know we were going to attack it?” he asked, in a sarcastic tone.

  Savannah almost slapped herself for being so careless, but she soon came up with the right answer.

  “Your people kidnapped me just a few days before the attack. That warned them about your presence in the area,” she stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

  He snorted, still not believing her but with no arguments to refute her words.

  “How did you find us?” she asked, though she knew the answer to that question.

  “It was quite easy.” He let out a wicked laugh. “All I had to do was follow your tracking devices signal,” he confirmed her suspicion.

  “Why did you bother?” she asked, with a deep frown.

  “Because no one makes a fool out of me and walks away unscathed,” he growled.

  “No one made a fool out of you,” she protested.

  “Your cyborg did. I gave him shelter and fed him, and he paid me by escaping in my moment of need with one of my slaves. How would you describe that?”

  “Did you really expect he would fight against his friends?” she asked with a scowl. “I’m sure you’re not that credulous.

  He closed the distance between them and grabbed her by the hair, pulling it hard and making her kneel in front of him.

  “Don’t you dare to mock me, slave. I can reduce you to ashes in a blink of an eye,” he roared, jerking her violently.

  She stood still trying not to provoke him and praying Khajal would get there soon.

  “I’m not mocking you. Just stating a point,” she said, in a calmer tone.

  He pulled her up and dragged her to the door. “Of course, you are. Let’s wait here for your lover, shall we? I don’t want any more surprises,” he grunted.

  Once at the door, he scanned the deserted main street. Come on out, cyborg. I know you’re there,” he yelled at the dark night. “You have ten seconds to show your ugly face before I turn your pretty slave into ashes,” he yelled again.

  “He’s not back yet,” she tried to convince him.

  He jerked her again. “Of course, he is. He’s just hiding hoping to surprise me, but it won’t happen. Not again,” he yelled again.

  “Anion… what an unexpected visit.” Khajal’s voice sounded from one of the abandoned houses, right in front of them.

  “Did you really think I would let you go that easily?” the alien growled.

  “Why not? Is there something pending between us?” Khajal asked, looking cool and not a bit worried about the scene in front of him.

  “You betrayed us. You brought the humans to the colony,” the alien shouted, waving his gun dangerously.

  “No, you did that on your own. You failed to see the trap they set for you. That’s hardly my fault,” he replied, taking a couple of steps towards them.

  “Stay there. I would hate to have to blow this bitch’s brains out, accidentally,” he snarled, pressing the gun against Savannah’s temple.

  “What do you want, Anion?” Khajal asked, sounding bored with the whole situation.

  “I want you to go back with me and confess to my superiors you set us a trap,” he said, sounding a bit out of his mind.

  “Why should I do such a stupid thing?” Khajal asked, in a cold tone. “The attack was the direct result of your arrogance, nothing else.”

  “Because if you don’t, I’ll blow her up,” he threatened.

  “And why the hell you think I care about what happens to her? She’s just a slave you gave me,” he asked in a very cold tone that sent chills of dread down her spine.

  “You brought her all the way here. That has to mean something.” The alien pointed out, trying to sound victorious, but doubt permeated through his words.

  “I just wanted something to keep me entertained while I wait for the other cyborgs,” Khajal replied, dismissing his assumptions.

  “I don’t believe you,” he shouted.

  “Try me.” Khajal challenged him, in such a cold tone, Savannah had no trouble believing he was going to let Anion kill her right there, in front of him, without moving a finger to save her.

  The pain that rushed through her body was so excruciating, it took her breath away.

  She lowered her eyes to the ground and closed them, as she waited for the blast that would end her life. In that split of a second, images of the days she had spent in his arms played in her mind at light speed, and she scolded herself for being so gullible and seeing things that weren’t there. Perhaps, his cybernetic component was played a greater part in his psyche than she thought possible.

  A blast echoed in the empty town, and she braced herself as she slowly fell to the ground.

  Chapter Twenty

  As soon as Khajal reached the town’s surrounding area, he scented the Taucet. His whole body stiffened, and he ran the rest of the way back to the main street. With his infrared scanner, he saw the alien was with Savannah, and his first instinct was to burst into the house. Then all his years of training kicked in, and he started looking for the best way to get Savannah away from the alien’s clutches. Putting away the deer he had hunted, he prepared himself to face the other man.

  Watching him pointing a gun at her head almost made him lose his temper, but he managed to control his emotions, even though he could tell he was shattering her heart into a million pieces, but he steeled himself and focused on his plans.

  “Try me,” he said, and his hand slid to his side to where he had his gun.

  The second Anion turned to shoot at Savannah, Khajal drew his gun and shot him in the head, right before he had the time to pull the trigger and harm her.

  The alien dropped to the ground, and Khajal ran to where Savannah had fallen to the ground. Though he was sure the alien hadn't shot, he worried the whole experience had been too much for her.

  He kneeled next to her and pulled her into his arms, cradling her. “It’s alright. He’s dead now,” he whispered in her ear.

  She didn’t say a word. She had her eyes tightly closed and seemed to be in some sort of a shock.

  Wanting her away from the alien’s dead body, he picked her in his arms and carried her inside the house, straight to their improvised bed.

  “Please, talk to me,” he asked her, still cradling her in his arms.

  “What’s to be said?” she finally uttered, in a low tone.

  “Did he hurt you in any way?” he asked, showing concern on his tone.

  “No… he didn’t. He had arrived only a few minutes before you did,” she replied in a cold, expressionless tone.

  “I almost lost my mind when I sensed him here. I knew it was a possibility, but I had hoped it wouldn’t happen. Usually, humans don’t leave survivors behind. I guess I was counting on that, but apparently, at least, one of them escaped,” he said scowling.

  “He was sure you had set them up,” she stated, with an absent look in her eyes.

  “In a way I did. I didn’t think of the possible consequences of warning them of the pending attack on the village. At the time, I really thought they would evacuate the villagers or set up a trap to the Taucets just outside of town,” he explained. “I should have known they were going to hide behind their notion of the greater good to get what they wanted: another victory over the Taucets.”

  “You were just trying to help,” she said, but her tone was still empty, emotionless.

  Frowning, Khajal gently lifted her chin and made her look at him. “Are you sure you’re alright? That he didn’t hurt you?” he asked, in a soft tone. />
  Savannah nodded, but she wasn’t alright. She had died a little the moment he had put her life on the line to get what he wanted: get rid of Anion. It showed her just how little she meant to him and though she consciously had always known that, seeing it so clearly was too much for her to take. She needed some time alone, she needed to cry the tears locked up in her throat, but she had no idea how to get rid of him.

  “Do you think you can stay alone for a few minutes, while I get rid of the body and get the deer I hunted?” he asked her, after kissing the top of her head.

  “Yes, of course. In fact, I could use a walk alone. I need to clear my head.”

  He frowned. “Can’t you wait until I’m done? I don’t like the idea of you wandering around this place alone,” he said, doubtful.

  “There’s no one around, and you know it. I’ll just walk along the main street, I promise. And I’ll return the minute you call me,” she assured him, with a faint smile.

  “Very well, but don’t go too far,” he ordered.

  “I won’t, I promise.”

  He finally nodded and hopping up he helped her do the same. She left the house through the back door, not willing to see the alien’s dead body.

  She walked along the main street, not even looking where she was going, just needing to get away from him and all that had happened.

  At the end of the street, she found the ruins of what looked like a religious temple, and she decided the place was just what she was looking for.

  Pushing the ruinous door opened, she walked inside, carefully, until she found a long bench and took a seat on it. The place was very dark, with only the moonlight peeking with its silvery light, through the holes in the roof.

  For a few moments, she just stayed there, staring at the darkness, as the whole scene played in her mind again and again: Khajal’s coldness and indifference hurting her like a million daggers thrown at her heart.

  She kept telling herself she shouldn’t care about what he felt for her but despite all logic, she had fallen in love with the cyborg.