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Earth year 2025
What kind of woman could he believe I was?
That was the question I asked myself. It was dawn. The sleep was gone again.
"Do you want to tell me what you expected, Angel Forester?" That was the million-dollar question.
I didn't even know how to explain. There was something wrong with me. Even Spike who lived in the moon world was beginning to notice.
- Why, he's a man! - I heard my friend say. What did you want after ignoring Zorack these weeks, Angie? The doctor's daughter has shown a lot of interest in our friend.
-Just interest? I mumbled.
She gave no respite. He never missed an opportunity despite the doctor's disapproving looks. I still didn't believe that Zorack could have decided to spend time with that unfortunate woman.
"Are you jealous, Angie?" Spike mercilessly teased my wounds.
-No! That's not the question! - I protested. I wish Zorack had come to see me.
I desperately wanted to make sure that there was no stunning redhead teasing an alien that I loved. Love? Since when? It was really the end of me!
Why didn't the man just do the opposite of what we said? Even Zorack had not questioned my decision to keep my distance. And right after everything that had happened ... It was too much! He could have insisted a little more, couldn't he? Did it cost so much to understand that I didn't know how to deal with my emotions?
I had no idea what had happened to me on that ship.
Spike showed all the skepticism on his face when he faced my closed expressions.
-But of course! Come on, Angie! I should have told the doctor at least. I leave my protests with the madness you are imagining. You should talk to Zorack first. And let go of pride.
I rolled my eyes, trying to get patience. It was going to be a little discussion again. I don't know why I told Spike. Ah, I remembered. I couldn't do it alone.
Ah, I needed help. The clone that looked like me was connected in some way. And she didn't eat like us. She was an alien, she had my DNA and ingested body fluids like others of her kind.
What could be wrong? Just details! I was ready to freak out at any moment just by thinking. Definitely a redhead hitting on Zorack didn't help keep my reason.
There was a clone of me on a ship from those invaders. That alone was enough for someone to freak out. I felt different. It was all around. I could almost feel the connection with that thing too. I was going to end up creating scales or a tail and terrible red eyes. I just knew that something in me was changing.
Decided, I took the syringe with the anesthetic. The deserted laboratory could offer everything I needed most.
-God, girl. This is crazy! You can only have lost all sense.
Judgment?! Who could hold a damn judgment in that situation? There was a foreign object implanted in my arm.
- Will it help or not? - I grudgingly cut Spike's whimpers. - If it won't help, get out of here. I can do it myself.
It was my appeal after all. I knew, ignoring the remorse, that my best friend would never do that. I ignored all the nervousness and guilt, looking for the scalpel. It was lodged in my skin in a strange way and terrified me. Was that what connected me to that thing in space?
You could ask Zorack for help. Trying to explain what happened, couldn't you? The voice of conscience was a drug.
Of course, I would never do that!
Curse! I really wasn't going to do that. He had had the courage to have fun with the unfortunate redhead right there before my eyes. It hurt. And I had hoped like a fool to find him. That was the beginning of my problems. What had appeared on the ship was not Zorack. It wasn't even human. I held the dizzy dizziness, sitting by the counter and with my stomach turning in the light of the lamp. I could never stand the sight of blood very well. The smell alone caused nausea and dizziness.
Oh, not again!
- You're horrible! Spike grunted and his hand shook as he held the syringe, staring at the needle.
I personally had never liked to see even when it was to do a blood test. Well, things changed. It only took a small cut and pulled it out. It couldn't be that difficult. The doctor made everything look so easy.
-You forgot that I'm also a shrew. - I reminded Spike anxiously. - Please! I'll never ask for anything again. I'm going to die if you don't help me get it out! I'm going to create scales, wings and I don't know what else, and chase someone for the rest of my days. Have you ever imagined for the rest of your life?
It was too much appeal! I saw Spike close his eyes and bring the syringe to my arm.
-Spike!
- Damn it, Angie! We didn't do it the first time.
He finally burst out tense and inserted the needle.
Of course, I could have asked the doctor for help. And also tell everyone about the experience of being abducted by little green men for that lunatic to create more bizarre details. I felt my arm go numb and numb, swallowing a shiver. My stomach churned, threatening to expel all dinner.
The scalpel suddenly felt too heavy. I bit my lip and didn't hesitate. The fear was stronger. It was not despair at all. I could feel it under the skin, it couldn't be that hard. And also to capture the protest that that clone silently emitted in my mind.
Screw U! Alone! I don't want anyone on my mind. You're not even human!
It was the observation of the year. Nor was I probably. My desire to cry was absurd. I hated to admit the fear that consumed me. What if I became one of those things? It was like feeling an electrical discharge in the body, the scalpel fell from my hand. My muscles contracted in protest and I gasped. It was hell! It seemed to have a defense mechanism.
-Now enough! - Spike should be whiter than me. - I'll call ...
-You won't ... - I was energetic.
It was just unease and it was going to pass. I slid to the floor with a blurred view.
There were actually more reasons for not asking the doctor for help. No one had missed it. Spike was very careful. Those aliens fed on blood and spinal fluid. I simply knew this from the connection that still remained with my clone.
The food in the past few days was quite unpleasant. I had another need to satisfy my appetite. There was a disease that destroyed red blood cells in a human's blood. My heart felt like it was going to burst in my chest and I was breathing hard.
It was a rare disease. I was going to have a crisis. My stomach churned painfully. Red blood cells were responsible for providing oxygen to the body's tissues. In healthy people, red blood cells lasted for about 120 days before being discarded. There was only the detail that they were being destroyed at an accelerated rate in my veins.
I was shaking uncontrollably without being able to hear what Spike was saying. Before, the genuine desire to drink blood to relieve symptoms of the disease, since it ends up with red blood cells in a person's blood was something I could associate with tales of vampires.
-Spike, no!
-Your silly! You'll need a transfusion like that. - He said angrily, running to the refrigerator.
It could take up to 4 hours for a person to receive a blood bag through the procedure. There was yet another detail: the blood had to be in the same group, otherwise, the blood antibodies will attack you and cause problems.
-Curse! It is Rh negative. - Spike was trembling too. - The doctor will not take long to see that his stock is decreasing. Angel!
It didn't matter to me at the moment. I writhed in pain, my heart felt stuck in my throat. My complete ruin was going to be a upheaval. I could hardly breathe.
-Spike ... - I managed to whisper.
-Drink it! - He ordered bringing the blood bag to my shaking hands.
I had no intention of denying it! I seemed to burn inside. I closed my eyes, trying not to notice how it went down my closed throat like a body full of painful spasms, trying not to choke. Struggling not to smell it.
-Enough with this madness, Angel. - Spike had a worse pallor than mine probably. - You'll need to tell the doctor the truth. And Zorack. Wanting it or not!
Tell?!
What was I going to tell? Talk about those things? And how to explain what I knew?
-No! - I tried hard. - I just need some time ...
I drank the blood as eagerly as if it were water. Thirsty.
I never had so much awareness that I was not human. Once again the sight of what they had brought to the base consumed me. Because sooner or later I would probably become a freak like that.
- This will end up killing you. - Spike didn't like my decision. - Forget the idea of taking that thing off. It is the second time we have tried and it was worse than the first.
He would have told Zorack everything, absolutely everything. And I couldn't. He swallowed the crying heroically. Spike for the first time showed a sense of responsibility that he had never possessed. And what a terrible time for that! Did it cost so much to forget the sensible side of it? I just had to pull a small implant out of my arm. What harm could there be?
-Spike, no! - I pleaded exhausted.
I had no more resistance to discuss. My eyes were barely open. I didn't even know how I was going to get back to the room. Spike noticed the even more grumpy and uncompromising detail. Damn it! u was really screwed! This time he was really going to tell Zorack the whole truth. I just wanted a hole to open up in the ground and disappear.
- Damn it! Damn, damn it, Angie! I don't know why I let you get me into this mess!
-Because you are my friend? - I risked a final appeal.
It was the sound of footsteps that increased my terror. It was late. It was so that everyone was asleep. My eyes met Spike urgently, while he hid the traces.
His head was still heavy and throbbing horribly. I closed my eyes against the sudden miserable light. The door opened to my complete horror.
" I do not believe this!"
-Can any of you two explain to me what's going on here?
I wanna die!
I just wanted to die. Or else a hole would open up under me and swallow me. I didn't even have to open my eyes. He knew the angry, sullen male voice very well. So many people on that base and him! It was really a punishment.
- She ... she cut herself. He fell and got hurt ... - Spike was getting really good with the lies.
-Angel?
It was my impression, but I could have sworn that the tone of voice softened. It didn't matter. I slid gently into the darkness.
-How did it get cut? - I still heard Zorack explode tense just after the hot hand made several chills run through my skin.
It was the final punishment. Proud! It was impossible that I had no pride. Just his touch should irritate me.
Think of the damn redhead, Angel! Where's your damn pride?
Proud? I'm terrified. I was abducted and they probably did experiments with me that I can't remember. I don't really want to remember. Fear welled up in my gut as I assimilated the terrible truth that part of my DNA was of those creatures that advanced through space, destroying planets and killing innocent creatures.
All I wanted most was to throw myself into Zorack's arms and stay there very quiet and forget about the horror beyond those concrete walls. The world we knew was no longer the same.
We had managed to survive the pandemic of COVID19 and its successor and for what? No one had any defenses against the viruses that those cold-blooded creatures brought. If you were lucky you could die because of the symbiosis rejected by the host's body. And it was not pretty to see. It looked like acid was being thrown at the poor guy. They said their blood was highly toxic because they were based on ammonia.
I am afraid. Very scared. I'm only sixteen and I don't want to die or become one of those freaks.
-Angel, can you hear me? - Zorack's voice so close was an appealing one that forced my conscience to surrender to the dark.
-I'm ... I'm fine. - I lied absurdly.
My appearance showed quite the opposite. In the past few days deep dark circles have marked my face. I could hardly sleep with terrible nightmares.
-I don't think so! - His voice started to change.
I didn't argue anything. Finally, I stopped fighting and accepted the darkness that surrounded me.
Some time in past...
It's just a goddamn nightmare!
Three thoughts crossed my mind. I was screwed! It would be tremendous luck not to die there. Or else, it was the most crazy and real dream of my life.
Ah, it was all the fault of the unfortunate insomnia. Almost thirty years! A mediocre job that could barely pay the bills. Rent was a demanding lover who never left my bed. And there was still the old refrigerator in the kitchen that consumed a lot of energy. It was the eve of Valentine's Day!
Damn it!
It was another year alone. At that time I think I was always a little down. Netflix's romance movies didn't help either. What was I looking for? An old spinster was going to end up in a house with cats and an old woman. It's not that I didn't like it. I definitely liked the male gender a lot. The prince charming definitely did not exist. And at the age of thirty I had started to have certain dreams that left me ... Never mind. It was all the fault of the beautiful cat with a mouthwatering six pack that was part of them. Even though it's green.
No one should be alone on such a date. Well, I was a little depressed. The year was being a terror. A pandemic! Oh, and I had gotten a scholarship in college. Suspended classes. The tuition was full but there was no way to take the supervised internship classes. Patience! It wasn't just what got me out of sleep. It was the bills. Accounts! And more bills!
I didn't even know how was going to fix the monthly bills. A three-day suspension could do a lot of damage to salary when added three consecutive absences. No, I was not that type of employee. Not yet. I was pissed off because they no longer paid the minimum wage even with a formal contract. And it was not because of the pandemic. It was the old union with its collective conventions. Salary allowance? And the damn FGTS? It was a tremendous loss. And time was passing.
You don't think much about age until you're thirty. Only I thought a lot about those days. I think it was because of the damn nightmares. Strange cities, even stranger people and a totally impossible place. And migraines. I'm not even going to talk about strange marks on my body that looked like needle marks. This I refused.
It was a crisis of super imagination. I dreamed of creatures totally different from what we knew and they didn't even look human. The city was ... How could I explain? It was definitely not a planet that I would have chosen to live on. There was no breathable air there for everyone, and the atmosphere was controlled and dosed in the composition of the gases. Yeah, I think that was it. It was another planet, another world. Scary and tremendously real every time I fell asleep. It was an apocalyptic city built within huge spheres interconnected by energy field enclosures. And I had no idea why repetitive dreams were there.
They were languages I had never heard of. Huge creatures of various appearances that could scare anyone. Ready. It wasn't that hard, was it? What is a miserable diary for? It was a confession of a crime. And since I was confessing all my crimes ...
Strange people, machines I didn't know and tubes and needles. Sometimes the nightmares felt too real for my taste. My fear was being paranoid and going crazy. And it was him. The man I looked like in my dreams. Beautiful. Incredible and it was clear that he couldn't look human.
I was always reluctant to go to bed. Not because of him.
That part was definitely soooo good.
That was the wonderful part of dreams. The way he arrived, the haughty and determined demeanor advancing towards me without caring about those creatures that trapped me. It was almost real and I could hear the low, hoarse and somewhat metallic voice whisper in my ears so I wouldn't be afraid. And the smell that permeated my skin ... it was musky and sensual. It aroused all my instincts.
I think I really freaked out. A world orbiting a totally artificial and metallic planet like a monstrous building in the opposite position. Stars that were not from the sky that he usually observed at night. The view of ships ...
Returning to my beautiful mr. Green funny ... Man? Good human traits, no doubt he remembered it, except for the color of his skin. And what a mouth! I could imagine exactly how that mouth felt on my skin. It could only be age. Some of the dreams were good when I dreamed of him, away from machines, the cold metal table and tubes. His totally black eyes seemed to bring me relief in that place that I didn't know, since it seemed impossible to wake up.
I remember standing in front of my supervisor without being able to explain the unjustified absence of three days. What were you going to say without pointing at me and saying that you had gone crazy? The truth is, I was terrified with bills to pay and no money in my wallet. And those strange things with their punctured ears made me shiver every time I closed my eyes. And, well, college ...
It's the old story. The cheap is expensive! It was a new pole opened just before the isolation rules began. And it was probably going to close! In fact, all trade in my region was closed! They even commented on closing the markets in the neighborhoods. Crowding!
Ah, COVID-19. I was fed up. And nothing about the FGTS emergency withdrawal schedule. Had the government ever thought that there were still aliens on the planet that didn't have a better equipped smartphone? What about all those people who were still in analysis in the DataPrev queue? There were people who had not even received the second installment of the aid and the news of the release of the payment schedule was already a novel. First with 30 days. It's nothing. Then he was leaving on a Friday. And nothing at all. And don't even talk about Monday. Ah, but had they sworn without faaaaalta to come out on Wednesday? Could you believe it when people needed money to buy food? And the FGTS ...
Hi I'm here! I exist!!!
Of course, my old Alcatel was not going to download the digital account application. Why wasn't I surprised that things were not going to be so easy? They never were. There was always BUT.
Curse!
Only now, right there ... Hell. I was not tied up anymore than before. It felt like another nightmare too real for me to be enjoying. What happened to us when we died in a dream? How should it feel? I closed my eyes as if the vision could just disappear.
Damn it! He was still there, motionless and staring at me.
Holy shit! What a fucking dream!
My breathing felt like it had stopped. I swore I could hear the heartbeat that came to my throat and I bent down, bringing my hands to my face. Maybe it just disappeared.
The damn light ... Blinding li
Or I was going crazy because of the isolation. Did I mention that I hated the unfortunate masks? His head and ears hurt. And none of that was really happening! Or I was bound to die. And I wasn't really doing a bit of drama.
You are imagined things!
It was not possible! Not at all!
I was facing the most unimaginable animal possible. I loved to read. I would even more like to see photos of endangered animals. My favorites were the dinosaurs! Only this one wasn't a goddamn pile of bones in a museum.
I was waiting for my parcel to arrive anxiously by mail. A miniature tyrannosaurus rex for the collection and my favorite: a velocirraptor. It was just another unfortunate nightmare. I would never again see my collection the way I flirt with the miniatures. Those claws and teeth there were not funny and nothing beautiful. And the smell of rotten breath ...
Well, the Jurassic Park films were going to have to adapt. A velocirraptor was actually, after the discoveries of archaeologists, an animal the size of a 60cm Christmas turkey that goes well roasted with potatoes in a microwave. And with a good glass of dry white wine. The real one was a DEINONIC.
A DEINONIC was a carnivorous, bipedal dinosaur that had lived during the Cretaceous period. He was considered one of the most intelligent of the species. And they ate small or medium-sized animals.
Are you seriously remembering that? Now?
Only fossils of these creatures remained. And yet I was going to be the main course of dinner. It was two meters long! I opened my eyes with the roar that that beast shrieked in shock.
Calm down! Oh, calm pussy!ghts! And everything had turned inside out. Crazed! The feeling of floating in the cold night air ...
I want a fucking cigarette!
-Quiet! Get back! "My voice came out shrill and loud.
Ah, they were ferocious and aggressive animals that could reach great speed. Couldn't I at least have dreamed that I was carrying a damn gun?
I had probably gone crazy. Paranoia. The forced isolation since March and the closed trade could make a person freak out. Socks! I spent two weeks looking for socks to buy! Can you believe? If it was to avoid crowding, why were the damn buses crowded? Not everyone was in the home office.
The field of science never stopped. Maybe they would find a vaccine. To put up with this another eighteen months was to kill one. And the bills were piling up. Accounts and more accounts. The worst pandemic was going to be after COVID-19. It was going to be the "I owe everyone!" Syndrome and I'm going to die without paying anyone. Devoured! That will eat me alive, in pieces.
So much goes through our heads at a time like this.,
I don't know why I thought of a Tyrannosaurus. Did I say that they didn't just see movements? The vision was binocular. I mean it was better than a hawk. And the one in front of me ...
Shit! Just don't move. Take a deep breath and don't look him in the eye. Don't show fear! I thought to myself.
Fear?! Agh! You were afraid of being mugged. Get fired. That in front of me ...
I was not afraid. I'm terrified and I can't even move my feet. They actually looked like they were nailed to the floor.
My eyes were fixed on the big claws of his hind legs. That one had what? 3 meters? The teeth were curved. They fed on live animals that ended up dying from loss of blood or organs. Those claws did tremendous dama
It was the worst nightmare of my life! I was going to die a virgin, and without getting the financing of my own home. And goodbye FGTS!
Hey there. Only a moment. A compliant hymen does not mean that you are still a virgin. In the vast majority of cases, it was just a type of hymen that would break spontaneously as other sexual intercourse took place. It was only a little more difficult but it broke. Adam hadn't seen it very well.
Help!
I was locked in what looked like a huge shed and there was a door. The exit...
-Is anyone there? Hell! Open the damn door! "I shouted as loudly as I could.
I didn't even want to know where I was. There was a closed door next to me. It was dark, stuffy, and cold there. My clenched fists hit the metal, ignoring all the pain.
Is not real! When will you face the truth?
They were just dreams, weren't they?
ge by cutting, tearing and drilling. And guess what? I think I was the next meal! No more bills!
For God's sake, stop thinking about it, Caty!
What was happening to me?
What harm could there be in a simple walk? Was it not enough to avoid agglomerations as the authorities asked? The cases increased ...
When are you going to accept the truth, Caty? They are not just dreams!
If I survived that, I swear I would get a nice cat to solve that little problem of mine.
I had woken up after three days without knowing what had happened and had fallen on the floor next to the bed. My logical mind refused to give a name.
Suddenly hallucination was also another symptom. I should have freaked out. I faced that again and tried not to assimilate the very real details of the damn dream.
It's all right. I could even accept the isolation and not go crazy.
That animal let out a scream that made my skin crawl.
Keep the damn calm!
Well, maybe I was crazy after all. Blinding lights in the middle of the night? All I needed was the bad luck to be abducted! Or else a freak outbreak of schizophrenia. It was hereditary, wasn't it?
-Open the damn door! You bastards! Have got has got...
Just take a deep breath, Caty. You scream and wake up!
God, I wanted a cigarette. How does a smoker forget about smoking in a dream? Unbelievable! There was an animal in front of me that was ... I wasn't going to say what it was. My mind was having trouble finding a logical explanation. It could be tiredness. It was a damn hallucination and too real. I walked very easily forgetting things.
Scream and wake up. Wake up, Caty!
I screamed at the sensation of the hot liquid that ran down my arm as it was thrown against the floor. All the lung air was gone. My eyes were wide open.
I will die!
Curse. Die? Just like that?
Oh, Lord, it's not fair! I neither ... I haven't slept yet! I didn't even know what a damn orgasm was like!
Do you know those things you regret? I should have bought a vibrator!
This was no time to think about Adam and a failed relationship with a guy who didn't have the courage to come out. Had it really taken me two years to discover that my boyfriend liked boys more? I should have known! I had nothing against it. He had only deceived me. It hurt.
You noticed! His way was strange!
"Okay, okay, I even suspected!" It's just that nobody is that unlucky, right?
He never wanted ... Well, my ex-best friend had finally managed to get my boyfriend to bed. Along with another guy. Of course, I should have noticed. Complain that a kiss ... Oh, never mind! He said he didn't really like the smell of a woman! Sad, isn't it? I used Euphoria by Natura! One note! It was payable for two or three months to pay.
Are you really thinking about it again?
I shook my head, looking at the door that finally opened.
It wasn't a goddamn dream. The bloody arm throbbed, radiating terrible stings from the numb muscles. My second cry could wake the dead. It could be an unfortunate nightmare but it was going to eat me up. I was the main banquet.
Fuck!
The last thing I saw? The hallucinations were incredible.
Again the beam of light dazzled my eyes. And inside him ... My incredible dreams about him ...
Wow!! Wow! It was what a man looked like. Hell, they weren't little green men with big eyes. He was the guy of my dreams. I knew with an astonished look, clearly looking at the paintings on his body that disguised his real color.
That one was over two meters tall, strong, and the muscles stood out over a tight uniform. Finally, the dream was getting good. A nice, healed and beautiful cat. Definitely the green fits well on his skin. And the eyes ... There were no pupils or irises like humans at first. They were completely black and deep. It was the kind of look that could stop a person. The vision lasted only a few moments and then I stopped motionless and caught in that look that changed my fiery eyes before me ...
What do you think you're doing here? Trying to be dinner for this thing? the deep, husky voice complained loudly.
It was pointless for a man to be that handsome!
He seemed to look at me as surprised as I was staring at him. I saw his skin gradually change color, as if he were a chameleon.
Mr. Green is beautiful, tasty and healed!
There were a few more incomprehensible hisses that sounded like bad words in a strange language I didn't know.
Was that really the rescue? Where was an army? Was it just him? Seriously?
I didn't get to answer. The head swam. My last thought was the most amazing.
It was a ship where I was. That was a flying saucer. They were not little green men. It was a beautiful, charming and furious cat grumbling. There was a certain mocking air in the serious expressions on the strong features. His eyes mesmerized me. It was almost a compulsion.
I had managed to be abducted in the middle of a pandemic. Wasn't it incredible?
The year 2020 was terrible and still far from over!
My name is Kassandra. Some friends call me Caty. That was more or less how I left planet Earth. And I met an alien who was going to change my whole life ...
Can you believe?