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Gamma Rift

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by Kalli Lanford




  His secret (alien) crush…

  I may be a Prince, but there are things that trouble me about my father’s royal rule—the forced abduction, experimentation, and torture of alien creatures. The king has a new prisoner who’s a carefully kept secret…

  There’s a young female who belongs to a little-known civilization I have been studying extensively. They are human, belonging to a small, undeveloped planet called Earth. She is pretty in a way I find unusual and compelling. Sometimes I sneak into the adjoining cell and we talk about everything and nothing, even as I find myself yearning to touch her strange, soft skin.

  Skin that is being subjected to invasive tests and experiments. A body that’s scheduled for a live dissection in fifteen days. And a life that will be terminated unless I risk my future and life to help her escape…

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 by Kalli Lanford. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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  Edited by Robin Haseltine

  Cover design by Louisa Maggio

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  ISBN 978-1-63375-382-2

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  First Edition August 2015

  For my amazing husband and wonderful son

  Chapter One

  America

  “I still don’t think this is a good idea,” I shouted ahead of me. “Let’s go back.”

  Logan pushed a tree limb away from his face, knocking it with the flashlight and missing when he tried to catch it with his free hand. “Damn. Watch out,” he called. The branch sprang back toward Atlanta, and she pushed it behind her. Kevin cut in front of me, grabbed the limb, and held it aside as I slipped behind my friend.

  Damn, he was hot, but…

  “Where’s your sense of adventure, America? You were once a Girl Scout,” said Attie.

  Yeah, I was. I didn’t like camping when I was nine, and I didn’t like it now. Spending spring break sleeping in a tent and cooking on a camp stove was not my idea of fun, but Atlanta, Logan, and I were paying our own way through college. Camping was cheaper than going to Cabo, where I really wanted to go.

  Kevin had been invited so he and I could possibly hook up. This was the third time Attie “conveniently” planned something where he and I would be together. After the last date, when I’d told Attie he just didn’t do it for me, she had said, “What the fuck? He’s totally into you. Can’t you tell? On top of that, he’s nice and blazing hot.”

  At six-feet-two and with an incredible build, there was no mistake that Kevin was an athlete. He was tan, his features rugged—strong jaw, high cheekbones, a nose perfectly proportioned to his face. Sounds great, right? There was only one problem; when he spoke, well, let’s just say he wasn’t a man of many words unless he was talking about the latest UFO sighting. I’d tried changing the subject, talking about different things, but then he’d switch to astronomy. His major. And then back to the possibility life existed elsewhere. So not interested in little green men.

  Keeping to the dirt trail, we worked our way through the darkness. Occasionally the hoot of an owl or the crunch of dried leaves jerked Atlanta and me to a halt, and Kevin couldn’t help but step on my heels and fall against my back, since we were walking so close to each other.

  Just as we started hiking for the third time, a strange hum resonated through the trees and the limbs shook, their whisper adding to a mechanical whine, making me stop again.

  “Hey, what’s that noise?” I asked. The flashlight’s beam bobbed ahead of us, revealing absolutely nothing.

  “I didn’t hear anything,” said Attie. “But whatever it was, I hope it wasn’t a mountain lion. There was an attack up here last summer.”

  “It wasn’t an animal,” I protested. “It was like a hum, not a person humming, but like something mechanical, something with a motor. Not a car or a truck, but like machinery.”

  We stood still and the hum came again, a purr that licked the leaves with sound and left them rattling. My heartbeat rose to my throat, and I reached behind me and grabbed Kevin’s hand.

  “That is definitely not the wind,” said Kevin.

  “Have you heard anything like that out here before?” Attie whispered to Logan.

  The hum softened, and the vibration that came with it petered to a whine that thinned and disappeared.

  “Well, that was creepy,” I said and released Kevin’s hand.

  “How much farther, Logan? Are you sure we’re not lost?” asked Attie.

  “No, we are definitely not lost.” He laughed. “It’s at the end of this trail. In fact, it’s right there,” he said, pointing.

  “There” was a clearing, consisting of tree logs lying end-to-end on the ground, forming a square around the remnants of many campfires, a pile of ash, and blackened wood bits.

  Kevin and Logan reentered the woods to get some wood, and Attie pulled me down to sit next to her on one of the logs.

  “You can thank me again,” she said, knocking her knee against mine.

  “For what?”

  “What do you mean for what? For inviting Kevin to come with us. Don’t even tell me that you don’t think he’s hot, because I know your type, and he’s definitely your type.”

  “He’s hot, but we don’t have anything in common.” That was the most important thing to me when it came to relationships.

  “You should at least give him a chance this time. You’re the only virgin
I know. Just fuck him and get it over with. Then you’ll finally know what you’ve been missing out on all these years.”

  “All these years? Only two or three if I started having sex at seventeen like you did.” Not that I wasn’t anxious to have sex, just not with Kevin.

  A large glowing object, its perimeter rimmed with lights, cut across the patch of visible sky. A chill fingered up my back and settled in my shoulders, making me tremble harder than I was shaking from the cold.

  “What?” asked Atlanta as she tugged on her laces.

  “Didn’t you see that?”

  “See what?”

  “This thing in the sky. It was bright and—”

  “Yeah, it’s called the moon.” Attie flipped her hair, bringing the long strands over her shoulders.

  “It wasn’t the moon. It moved, and there were lights.”

  “It was probably just a shooting star.”

  “No way. It was too big to be a star,” I said, rubbing my arms. What the hell was it? There was something ominous about its unnatural, pallid glow, and fluid movement past the stars. “And it couldn’t have been an airplane. It was shaped like a triangle.” I stood and examined the sky, but there was no trace of what I had seen. “You don’t think Kevin’s pulling some E.T. gag on us…”

  A beam of light shot through the trees and I jumped, the sole of my left flip-flop landing on a huge pinecone. Rolling under my weight, the cone sent me to one knee, and I landed on the dirt, bracing myself with my palms.

  “Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you,” said Kevin as he and Logan returned to the clearing with bundles of sticks under their arms. Logan flicked off the flashlight, and they built the campfire and got it going.

  As the flames rose, a deep hum expanded over our heads, the same whirl of sound we heard earlier, and the light of the moon was snuffed by something above, something we couldn’t see.

  “Where did the moon go?” asked Attie.

  “It didn’t go anywhere,” said Kevin. “It’s being blocked by something.”

  There was no wind, but the flames of our campfire became erratic, flicking right and left, rising and falling, its crackle resounding through the woods.

  Without looking down, Logan fumbled for the flashlight at his feet, caught it in his hand, and flicked its switch. He guided the yellow beam upward slowly while I squinted up at the night sky, straining to see the dim outline of something huge, something with enough bulk to cover the moon and quench its glow.

  My heart pounded in my throat as the flashlight’s beam settled on something dark and slick with three sides and three points, an enormous triangle.

  “Oh my God! What the hell is that?” screamed Attie.

  I shuddered. “That’s what I saw earlier, but it was…” At that moment, the triangle’s perimeter ignited with a row of tiny lights, lights that elongated to meet the forest floor and cast the belly of the shape bright white.

  “I’ve never seen anything like that before,” said Kevin.

  “Let’s get out of here!” yelled Logan.

  I ran through the woods with Kevin pulling me along, my arm practically coming out from its socket. Atlanta screamed behind me. Logan yelled at someone or something to leave us alone. The sole of my left flip-flop folded at the toes, bringing me down face-first onto the dirt trail. Everything happened so fast. I couldn’t think straight.

  Attie, Logan, and Kevin barreled ahead of me on the trail, their heads toward the sky, and probably hadn’t realized I’d fallen.

  Me, all alone. A blinding light. Then everything turned black.

  Chapter Two

  Garran

  “I know why Professor Glitch didn’t show up to your class today.” My servant, Lestra, sat in the sitting cube next to me in my room and scooted closer. “He was asked to communicate with one of your father’s captives. It’s from Earth.”

  “What?” I choked back my excitement, leaning forward. “Are you sure? Is it a male or a female?”

  The shell plates on Lestra’s forehead overlapped tightly. “I’m not sure, but I think its name is girl.”

  “Girl is not its name. Girl means that it is a female. A young, female human.”

  It wasn’t like my father, King Meallian, rarely ordered alien abductions. He did it all the time. In order to keep the title as the most powerful beings in the Millennius, as my dad liked to put it, we had to explore not only our universe, but the three alien universes on our border, snatching living samples to study and prove that we, the Enestians, were indeed the most advanced life-forms in existence.

  But taking a human from Earth was different.

  Last year, when I began studying Earth customs and culture, I’d told Lestra I’d like to see a human in real life. But not like this, with it locked inside one of our labs, the subject of study, experimentation, and maybe worse…

  Abductions had to stop. Once I became king, I’d make sure it never happened again.

  It took me two years just to master course one of the English language, demonstrating their intellectual complexity. Many humans practiced the art of war and torture and abuse, but I also knew that the overwhelming majority of humans were passive and non-violent. Six months ago, I began studying British literature with its themes of love, passion, and respect, and I’ve spent the last year watching “American television” with its past and present programs.

  “Do you know where it is?” I whispered. My father liked to keep his research a secret, even from his royal family. There was no point in asking him about his latest abductee.

  “And whatever you do, don’t tell my sister about the human,” I said under my breath.

  “I still don’t understand why you want to see one so badly,” Lestra announced, her eye sockets dilating. “They are hideous, barbaric creatures. I’ve seen the images.”

  Lestra pulled a ripe quip from a pouch on her tunic, something I’m sure she was saving for a mid-morning snack between chores. “Their faces are dimpled and squishy,” she said, as she unwrapped the quip and displayed the crimson fruit in her opened palm, “like this.” With a slight squeeze, the quip’s casing erupted between her fingers. A trail of quip juice made its way from her wrist to her elbow, staining her shell. “And stuff grows from the top of their heads.”

  Lestra shuddered and rewrapped it in its protective package before returning the quip to her pocket.

  “That stuff is called hair.”

  “It’s disgusting.”

  I’d thought Lestra would understand. She was intelligent. I called up an image on my virtual generator, but she recoiled. “They’re really not much different from us. Having two arms and two legs, and walking bipedally with an erect body carriage, their overall body figure is practically identical to ours.”

  “Except they’re lumpy.”

  She was right about that. The Enestian silhouettes certainly were a thing of beauty with our smooth exteriors and overlapping shell plates. Human joints were knobby, and their exposed muscles and ligaments left their protective covering, which they called “skin,” full of bumps and indentations.

  Still, I had to see this girl. Not that I could help her, since my father had the ultimate authority until the day he died, but I could at least make her captivity easier. I just had to find her without being caught and punished.

  As I was about to press Lestra for more information on the human’s whereabouts, my door slid open.

  “What do you want?” I shouted.

  Chapter Three

  America

  Bare-ass naked, and with both hands flat against the smooth, cold walls, I managed to rise to my knees. “Attie?” I whispered across the dimly lit room.

  No answer.

  “Logan? Kevin? Is this some sort of stupid alien joke?”

  No answer.

  “Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

  Still no answer.

  Where was I? Where the hell were my clothes? My stomach turned. My head spun, and for a moment, I thought the beer I drank earli
er would end up on the floor.

  Three metal walls—the fourth wall being semi-clear—held me prisoner. The fourth wall’s opaque, Zen-like quality enticed me to part its seemingly benign, milky curtain and make an escape, but my gut told me to do so would be lethal. Like liquid glass, the wall rippled to the floor, kicked into reverse, and undulated back toward the ceiling to hit and make another descent. This didn’t seem like anything Kevin, or anyone else I knew, could have constructed. Then who did?

  “Is anyone there?” I said, swallowing hard and licking my dry lips. My question was returned with an echo, my own words filling what must have been a dark, empty hall beyond the confines of this room. A chill lurched up my back. I hugged myself and shuddered, rubbing my cold arms.

  As if alive, the wall continued its wave-like flow, and I yelled a little louder this time, “Is anyone there?” and held out my trembling hand, daring to touch it. An eerie reverberation of my words bounded through the room, and I jerked my hand away and leaned backward to dodge their muffled, unnatural echo.

  Holding my forearm against my bare breasts, I set one foot firmly on the metallic floor. The muscles in my thigh contracted as I rose, but my foot, numb and beginning to tingle, buckled at the ankle, and I fell backward onto my rear.

  “What’s wrong with me? Please, someone tell me?” I shouted as I shook irrepressibly, and a fearful uncertainty filled my entire being.

  After scooting to the corner of the room and pulling my knees into my chest, I sat in a little naked ball and screamed for help, hugging my shins, noticing for the first time that my ring was missing along with my watch, earrings, bracelets, and necklace—not that they were worth much—but still.

  “What is this place? Give me back my clothes,” I demanded, giving the wall to my right three hard smacks with the side of my hand. The loud thumps I expected to hear instantly dissolved into muffled twangs, weak and non-threatening, as if the wall, like a sponge, absorbed each sound wave, dispersing them through its interior where they dwindled and died, unheard and undetected.

  The ceiling of this small room was one cloudy panel of dim light. There was no smell, but taking a deep breath filled my lungs with air that seemed foreign, thin, and artificial. Both of my feet continued to tingle, the sensation deep in my toes, but the numbness finally dissipated enough for me to try to stand again, and this time, I was steady enough to hobble to the far wall.

 

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