Beep. Beep. It was time, I had hoped they couldn't find me. I guess it was inevitable my ship had recklessly crashed into a house on Earth. I was running from the most powerful and deadly army in the universe the alarm on the monitor told me i only had seconds to hide. I scrambled down the metal stairs, "Clumsy human feet," I muttered under my breath; my body had transformed into the most intelligent form on this planet. I was an alien here, I prayed I could fool my tracker who didn't have my luxury. Soon the hard metal was replaced with soft carpet. I was in the house now, I let my eyes adjust for only a moment.
The room had a computer of a lesser quality than one that was Nybot made. A TV occupied the opposite side of the room, slightly hidden in the corner. Papers and glass were scattered all over the floor. A couch, appeared overturned but it would be difficult to conceal my body behind. My heart pounded knowing only to well that Boyer, a solider and hunter from Roitart, would come down stairs. The alarm on my ship reverberated until it was silenced by a greater sound, the throbbing hum of a Roitartian ship. I scrambled behind the TV held by a small wooden stand. I clenched my teeth to conceal my breathing and grabbed my feet to form a undetectable and awkward ball.
My feet felt wet as if I had stepped in something soft and oozing. I scraped my naked feet but the fluid kept returning. I finally squeezed my hand around the now tender skin and then pressed my fingers to my lips. The taste seemed almost metallic, I gasped. Blood. Had I left a trial? I peered around the edge of the wooden stand. Empty. Boyer must have been searching my ship for me and the information I withdrew from any Roitart. They only rule that still hung its heavy law above our heads was, eternal enemies never formed alliances and forced peace is always war. I withdrew from my hiding place and forced my uncomfortable body on its hands and knees. I searched, from what little light was provided, for the trail. Bits of glass next to me reflected red marks. I hastily overturned them; making high pitch chimes of shattered glass echo to the enemy. The light faded as Boyer walked down the metal staircase. I scurried back, behind the TV and held my breath. Boyer was here and I was unprepared.
He hissed as his heavy boots crunched the glass. I slowly exhaled and peered around the corner. I saw him standing where I had stood only moments ago. His posture was more aggressive; the faded blue color to his skin seemed alien. His hands clenched and released in a rhythmic pattern. I would not look at his eyes, cruel and sinister Roitartian eyes, I knew they would be burning coal, black and fiery as night. I shoved my body back knocking the chips of glass. I froze. It was quiet aside from the repetitious warning my ship repeated.
Boyer laughed and I inhaled. The task I had been chosen for would never be completed. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst, I imagined Boyer's slender face inches from mine, smiling cruelly. The glass snapped and became grains of painful dust as Boyer stepped closer. I listened more intently, his breathing was heavy was the poison oxygen filled his lungs. One other sound caught my attention, the easy hum of a weapon, a gun I knew only too well. The sound of it's propeller as it spun and a single click of the trigger made me inhale and open my eyes.
I felt the heat radiate from the couch as it sizzled and popped, flames expanded to the ceiling and transformed the white into charred black. There was only one more place to look before I was found. His shoes, matted with broken glass scraped the shards as he took very deliberate steps towards the TV, to my hiding place, to me.
"Lieutenant Boyer! Please come in!" He hesitated, his weight ground the litter as he stood, "Lieutenant Boyer!" The voice repeated more loudly this time.
"Yes?" He said, speaking into a device I couldn't see. He walked away whispering quietly into the air. His voice hissed soft words into the receiver. I closed my eyes and listened as his boots rubbed into the glass embedded carpet. His voice trailed off as he slithered to the other side of the room. I hoped that his mumbled words would create a coherent sentence. My chest rose and fell, he was the ultimate hunter, I was cornered. He knew it, I knew it, and I could not escape.
An instant crack above me caught my attention as little pellets of water pounded on the broken residence. His signal would be lost with his superior officer unless he found another form of communication. I carefully planted my palms on the wicked shards, I felt the piercing presser as the broke my thin skin, embedding themselves uncomfortably into my hands. My eyes blurred as a single drop of water spilled from them. I pushed down on the glass harder so I could look around the small feeble wooden stand to view my soon to be murderer. Boyer was seated and attempted to use the computer to pass information. His hands thrummed the desk anxiously as he waited.
I looked up the stairs, which served as an exit in the middle of the room for both him and me. I stared at the ground now as the rain beat fists of water on the remains of the roof and the fire crackled next to me, there was no place for the bare feet to find relief. I glanced at a larger piece of glass, the fires bright light burned back to me, it was the only way. I decided. As soon as the material I saw in the large shard ignited, I would run. I would flee to my ship and lock the door. The blaze seemed to dance around the cotton pattern, avoiding the very spot that would launch me into flight. Ash floated around the light, lading softly, like downy.
I stole a glance at Boyer, who was still gazing into the labyrinth of the monitor. I reassessed how I was going to run without being heard, he was only a few feet at most from me. The rain would not allow me to speak, it was not loud enough. Looking down at the mirror, the reflected image of the cloth began to spark, and the fire drank the color of the couch. One last glance at Boyer's still face I ran, ignoring the fact that if I was heard he would kill me. I was surprised how light on my feet I was, the glass hadn't moved beneath me.
I reached the first step and was abducted by fear, my heart pounded loudly as I pivoted on the carpet to confirm my safety. I sighed, he was still staring at the monitor but inside the frame was a reflection of eyes I knew only to well staring back at me. My stomach dropped. I licked my dry lips. Starting at those vile eyes I ran. I could hear him pursuing me. I tripped on the wet, slick, floor scraping the top of my foot and falling on my hands, almost hitting my head on the elaborate staircase. The wood railing next to me transformed into charcoal black with a a gaping cavity. The bullets rapidly embedding themselves on the banister i covered my head and sprinted. My lungs seemed always empty, legs unrested. I looked back at my hunter as I rounded a corner to my ship, his flaming eyes were to close, his fingers were too happy on the trigger. I saw patience in his wicked smile; I knew he would wait until he was close enough to strike.
I scurried into my ships cabin, diving on the metallic floor and reaching my arms out until I slid next to my chair. I grabbed the gun and shot back. He dodged into the hall. The open door was vacant. It stood menacingly almost beckoning me to it. Desiring me to peer around the edge of the frame and find my greatest fear. A Roitartian hunter. I scrambled onto the chair, and turned my ship on, typing foreign keys on a computer pad. Placing my gun on the counter I listened closely as iron bullet castings fell to the ground, his gun was loaded. I heard the shot but did not feel the impact, my leg gave way and I toppled to the ground. Boyer stood in the middle of the door way, his eyes set on me and gun facing the floor.
"I'm sorry Reva," he mocked. He stepped forward, as if he wanted to see my face at a closer distance when he shot. I reached back where I left my gun and fired. He lunged back and screeched, clutching his left eye. I fired again, this time at the key pad next to the door. It shut and loud banging from the other side echoed, as if he was pounding on the door. Lighting cracked, and Boyer's wails shattered through the door to my ears making my hair stand on end.
"Computer!" I shouted, "Take us as far as we can go!" I sat at my desk, my ship hummed as it detached from the broken house. I examined my leg. "Just a graze..." I mumbled. Beams crashed onto my ship as I attempted to free myself from what would be a very unfamiliar grave.
"Ship power is low, will not be able to leave atmosphere." The computer stated. The sky outside screamed and streams of hard water whipped my broken ship. My glorious ship finally rose above the roof, into the stormy night. Boyer's ship was casually sprawled on the lawn. The feared Roitartian symbol pasted on his ship told me I could not hide, but I would try running.
"Computer!" I ordered, my last plan stirring in my head, "Fire!"
I knew that would completely drain all of my ships energy. I felt it pulling back, sucking any form of power; from the lights, the medical unit, and the excess oxygen. The artificial lights flickered as I ran through a narrow hall until I reached a pod. I was cramped and not meant for a human body. My ship lurched as Boyer fought back, I fell into the wall. My nose bled. The lights flickered again until the remaining bulbs were dim, it started draining energy again. Preparing for what would be the final shot; I buckled myself in and grabbed the pod door.
"Computer! Self destruct!" I commanded, slamming the door. My last escape and chance to destroy Boyer had become my last mission. My secret would die with me. I heard the count down and inhaled as his rapid fire rocked what was left of my protection. Three. The bullets blended in sync with the thunder creating a perfect symphony of chaos. Two. The rain pounded and I could not tell if it was my heart....my mind, raging or the storm outside tossing my body. One. I pressed the escape button in my small unusual pod. Then the world went black.
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