Aliens; stupid, fucking aliens had abducted her, not the typical big headed, little green men movies showed.
These were tall as hell, human wannabees dressed in tight, green suits. They walked in groups of three past this crappy, closet-sized, cell they had locked her up in.
Some aliens stopped, looked at her, logged her distress in their crystal tablet-like devices, and continued their way through the white corridor. But not once did they say, “Hey, how ya doing? Is everything alright? You hungry? Thirsty? Want some beer?”
They probably said, “Oh, that’s human rat number two over there. We’ll breed her with alien one.”
To be honest, she had no clue why these aliens had even considered abducting her. What could they possibly want from her, a normal, adventurous teenager? She had nothing to offer. Shit, they probably confused her ass with someone important, like an oil tycoon—or so she wished.
It all had happened so quickly. For one moment, she walked happily down the path. The next, she sat here, taken, powerless, desperate.
Then an idea crept to her mind. Perhaps they didn’t just take her, because why have an interstellar trip from god knows where for one little human? So she crawled to the blue, laser-like, force field, and screamed, “Anyone there?” Then she scrambled to the other side. “Hello…Anyone?”
No success. She returned to the same corner and lay down cuddled like a fetus, hugging herself. Her only option was to surrender.
And after long hours of receiving no attention, she pulled herself together and sat up, wiping the tears off her swollen eyes. She then stared out the lasers, which kept her from escaping; her gaze, absent.
Iris, by now, must have been searching all over town for her. Perhaps crying, thinking someone had murdered her. If only she could go back in time and kiss her sister goodbye.
“Eat,” a voice, then, thundered.
She stood up in one quick jump. The same alien in green, who had tossed her in this cell after torturing her with needles and glass helmets, eyed her.
He wore a tight, one piece, dark green suit, outlining his slim body. Thanks to his lack of facial hair and pallid complexion, his black eyes stood out, casting no light, like two obsidian rocks.
He disabled the net and walked in. Eliza’s heartbeat skyrocketed. Never in her nineteen years of life had she ever imagined standing face to face with a being from another world. It was frightening and, at the same time, awkward. Should she scream? She froze instead, eyes bulged.
As the alien inched closer, Eliza, deep down, fear aside, wanted to kick him and slam his head against the metallic wall, yet that would be a bad move, a really bad one. She had to analyze the place first. He probably carried a super weapon capable of frying her ass in one instant, like the aliens in Mars Attack. With all she had been through, anything was possible. Was she even on Earth?
He stopped. “I am Baak. Do not fear, we call this beverage, Safta,” he said, and brought an egg-shaped bowl close to her chest.
Looking him in the eye, she wondered why he would even consider talking to her in such an amiable way. He had a facial expression of a caring friend.
Then she figured he could have read her terrified expression.
He said, inching closer to her, “It’s made out of a weed which grows deep in our oceans.”
She looked between him and the bowl, then seized the Safta and observed the fluid’s dark green color. Could she trust him? What if it was a poison?
Under her breath, she said, “Thanks.”
She was so hungry that her stomach felt as if it was glued to her spine. So, for her own good, she drank a bit of the green juice. But she spat it the instant it touched her tongue. It tasted horribly. Yuck, twice yuck, like raw fish mixed with muddy ocean water, cold and nasty.
Then she looked up at him, and his eyes locked with hers. He took the bowl from her hands and placed it in a wall compartment.
Eliza still thought all this could be a dream or some sort of social experiment. But the alien, Baak, while human-like, had an air of superiority, of higher intelligence that she couldn’t simply ignore.
Then he said, as he scanned the walls, “I am willing to help you escape, if you provide me with some information.”
Say what? Eliza stepped back.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said.
Eliza pondered that if this alien freak was willing to help her, she should collaborate. For all she knew, she didn’t want to be here whatsoever. So she asked, “What must I do?”
“Good. Could you live a life emotionless?”
“I don’t understand.”
“We will create a biological program from your emotions, extracting them forever.”
Eliza thought this was absurd; it made no sense at all. In fact, she couldn’t process her reality. It just didn’t click; she was in shock. Moreover, she could have believed him if he had said they needed a virus, a cure, a clone, or breeding material, but emotions? Absurd. So she asked, “What—”
Baak grabbed her by her shoulders, eyes locked. “Let me explain myself. You see, we, unlike you, cannot experience emotion like humans. We do, but very little. Not because we can’t as a species, but because we genetically altered ourselves thousands of years ago. We shut down our capacity to feel.
Somehow, we believe, emotion hinders logical decisions, take war, for example. But since life is so complex, some of our people are still born with emotions, and we have yet to discover a cure. The cure is for them, so they cannot experience emotion, and, thus, have a chance to participate as citizens.” He paused. “But this will not be the case, the biological program will be used to mentally control a neighboring species. Therefore, I am willing to help you, innocent creature, escape if you help me stop the program production, so I can create a cure instead.”
Eliza only understood half of his lecture. She stood too damn terrified to reason with him. So she nodded, paralyzed, throat closing.
He continued, “You, as human as you are, must know the behavior an emotional being demonstrates. There is one particular…alien, in this case, I want you to keep an eye on. His name is Anzu and will be meeting with you soon. Please, as a first step towards your freedom, do let me know if he presents any emotional traits.”
“What will happen to me…? To him?”
“Do abide with my request, and you won’t have to live as a medical slave for the rest of your life.” He clutched her arm and dragged her out of the cell.
Medical slave? Stumbling, she asked, “When will you take me back?”
“After the evidence you provide me with is substantial enough to send Anzu to court.”
Gather evidence? Like hell she would. But she still didn’t trust this Baak guy.
Ignorant of where he took her and to do what, she looked for doors, or someplace where she could run and find her way out of this place. Somehow, the truth that she indeed had been abducted by aliens halted her reason, a little too late. Mixed thoughts of how she would be tortured horrified her. Maybe she could escape without his help. Baak wasn’t trustworthy; he was more like the guy who pretended to care for his hostages before and after torture procedures in movies.
Eliza then scanned the place. The hallway looked like a long, narrow, white tube, too long for her to outrun the guy. But she had to escape. There had to be a way out.
So as Baak maintained his forward gaze, she peered around. Then, as he led her through a wider area, she knew this became her only chance to hit the guy and run.
Quickly, Eliza halted and hammered her elbow in his stomach. From pain, he let go.
She bolted through the corridor as fast as she could. Cold air swept past her, biting into her ears. Behind her, his loud steps made her run faster. Her legs cramped, but she kept running. The sound of his firm steps behind her freaked her out. But she kept running. This time, she tapped the walls. Symbols that looked like inverted, Greek letters gleamed in light blue, but no doors opened.
Then, a couple of feet in front her, an alien woman materialized.
She stopped and looked around for a leeway, arms stretched ready to punch, but before she could swing her first, Baak slammed her to the floor, like a quarterback.
Elbows first, she hit the floor. Then his heavy hands pressed her face against the cold, white tiles. She squirmed, reeled, slid on her chest, but he elbowed the small of her back, right on the center, until the pain forced her to surrender.
Then he put her arms behind her back and bound her hands with some weird stickers. She couldn’t unstick her hands.
And as Eliza shed tears, the squeaky, loud voice of the alien woman caused her skin to crawl. Then the woman left. Their language, horrid. Her incapacity to understand one word, devastating. But she would learn. Oh yeah.
Pursing her lips, she shook her hips, pushing her legs.
“Don’t be stupid,” he said in her ear. Then he yanked her hair and lifted her head off the floor. “Look around you, where do you think you are going to go?”
She closed her eyes and set her teeth. “I will not be your fucking experiment.”
He pulled her up by her forearm and held her gaze. “Be smart. I’m not the enemy. Your help for your freedom.”
Eliza thought, holding his gaze, that if he wasn’t the enemy, then the ‘enemy’ would be a hell of a challenge to overpower. “Okay. I agree to help you.” She looked towards the green, flashing lights on the floor. “But under one condition.” Tears sought to creep out, but she took a deep breath and held them, unsure of what was to come, or of what her life would become. “Don’t allow my emotions to be taken away.”
They stared at each other. “That is up to you.”
He pulled at her arm and began escorting her down the hall. Then he stopped. Baak tapped the tubular hall’s wall. A gleaming, blue image appeared. He manipulated it like a touch screen. Red lights flickered, and a female voice came through–perhaps giving instructions.
Her arm trembled. Would a robot pop out and kill her in a split second?
He talked in his weird language to the operator. Then the white wall slid from right to left, and a huge structure lay in front of her, like a hangar but wider. He led her in.
“I cannot believe this,” Eliza said to herself, under her breath. Cure? Havoc? It all became too much for her to process.
The hangar she walked into must have been at least two football fields in length and width. And, shit, she had never, in her incredible, messed up life, seen anything like this. The walls changed color from white to dark gray. Hundreds of beings she could confuse as her freaking neighbors walked around dressed in extra tight uniforms. They used different colors: some black, others dark green—the ones in green were all bald—others wore navy blue uniforms, and in the far end, stood aliens in mustard yellow.
Beautiful; but no, not when they kept her hostage.
As they walked, the aliens in navy blue swiped their fingers across holographic screens that extended from the floor to the ceiling. Blueprints of enormous space ships and other machines she had never seen before flickered in aqua blue.
At the far end, metallic eagles stood, lined up, one after the other, a technological oasis. Then Baak led her into a place where bus-sized, boomerang shaped ships lay on each side, one after the other, side-by-side. Coated in white, the ships reflected the image of the gray, glittering ceiling.
Near a house-sized dome, rested other ships that looked like enormous manta-rays. Aliens dressed in black tested on them, their wings morphed. Her stomach clenched with each stride she took. Metals clanged, boots stomped, and the ships’ engines roared like thunder from end to end; her heart pounded to the beat of each mechanical hum. Then, for some weird reason, she glanced to her right and sucked in a breath, then smirked. An attractive, young, alien guy headed her way.
Baak held her by the shoulder, and said in her ear, “That’s Anzu.”
Aliens, conspiracies, power struggles, and romance!
The Universe Between Us is a fast-paced, gripping, SciFi thriller about a young woman and a coerced alien, both struggling to survive and overthrow Zaoni’s evil Commander before she invades Earth.