Chapter Twenty One With my adrenaline in check, I listened. A quick glance to Kyle let me know that he was going to back me in whatever I decided to do. "Okay," LonnieBitch rested her foot on the bed beside me and I had to fight myself not to rip it off of her. She grinned. Fuck. I hope she's not a mind reader. "This is the story. You now know it was me that night when the true alien identities were exposed. I was there to see what they were capable of and frankly, not all that impressed. You however, Maria, have impressed us all." And that's exactly what I was shooting for. Riiiight. "You are a human. A very simple human and yet you seem to possess a will to live and save far beyond any other human we've had contact with. I see now why the other leader chose you as his bride." She glanced quickly to Rath. "But now here is the problem we have. I don’t know how much you know…" I tried to wipe the blank stare from my face and cursed myself for all the ignorance is bliss shit I was so fond of spouting. "But we're from another planet, all of us. There were two sets made and we're one and the people you know are one. Obviously, they don't know about us. Well, they might by now if Isabel is receiving the same kind of communications that I have I have been." Say what? The secret. Damn! "We're being summoned home because there is a new heir." I glanced down at my belly and felt incredibly ill. "That's right," LonnieBitch leaned into me so close I could smell the peppermint on her breath. "Your baby. How it happened like this, I don’t know." That makes two of us. Wait a minute, did she say heir? "We found out about the others a long time ago, but we never knew where they were because they weren't together. The four of us, we stayed together." Four? I was pretty sure there were only three in front of me. "Uh, yeah. There's only three of you here." Rath slung his arm over Lonnie and licked her earlobe. I was so going to vomit. "Yeah, there's Lonnie's brother around here somewhere." Rath grinned and reached around her and squeezed her breast. Okay. I exchanged a quick look with Kyle and saw the same confusion. Lonnie pushed Rath away before she spoke again. "We thought we'd never even have to deal with the others. Then a little more than a year ago, right after we found them, I got this killer vision and I knew how we could get home." She looked at Rath. "With his child. His child would be the heir to rule our home planet and once the child was born we would be able to get home." "Call-A-Spaceship?" I shrugged. LonnieBitch smiled and I didn't like it too much. "Something like that. But for some reason we think Rath here is shooting blanks." "Or maybe I was just fucking the wrong women," Rath added with a look first at Lonnie and then at Ava. "Either way, it wasn't going to happen. So we were screwed," she laughed, "literally. Then low and behold about a week ago I got this killer headache and with this headache came the message that our ticket home had been conceived." Ava walked over to them and stood on the other side of Rath. "And it's in your belly." Okay. I nodded. This all sounded reasonable enough. I mean, they wanted to get home and apparently my baby was the only way. I still had a boatload of questions but I didn’t think these… These dupes were going to answer them. Well, maybe a few. "Okay," I smiled and licked my lips. "So you're going to keep us here until I have this baby, right?" They all nodded. "For nine months you're going…" They were all smiling at me now. Didn’t like that too much. "What?" "It's not nine months," Rath raised his eyebrows. "It's more like two months and in reality, we can cut it out of you in about three weeks." Oh shit. I was going to have a baby in less than two months? "In a…" What? I think I heard him right, they were going to cut it out of me in three weeks?! "I think she gets it now," Ava grinned and looped her arms through Rath's. Oh yeah, I got it. Fear coursed through me. I was suddenly struck with the notion that I was really going to be a mother and I had to make damn sure that I got this baby to safety before the terrible trio hurt her. Her? They backed up a little and that was a good. Gave me a little space to breathe. Or maybe to put a little distance between us. Enough distance that I didn't do anything foolish. Not like I would have anyway. Riiiight. "We’re going to leave you alone for a bit, make yourselves at home." Lonnie smiled. She was evil. Pure evil. "But don't try anything stupid." Who? Us? "I have a question," I stood up and my hands found their way to my hips in that defiant pose I sometimes got. "Now that I kind of know who you are in some freaky alien way, could you please tell us where we are?" They looked at each other and then Ava spoke. "Somewhere close to home." I wanted to ask if it was their home or mine but didn't. I didn’t want to push it too far right now. The element of surprise was always better. Without a word LonnieBitch stalked over to me. Damn! She took my shirttails and ripped my shirt right off me. She left me standing there with my tits exposed to the world and walked out of the room with her entourage in back of her. Kyle was trying to hand me his shirt before I could even realize what was going on. He slipped it on over my head and then I started to cry. The Smackdown was on hold. Temporarily. "You’re going to be a mother," Kyle was smiling at me. Through the tears I saw his face and I smiled back. Of course it was accompanied by some horrendous snorting noises. Kyle was right. Maria Guerin was going to be a mother. A strong, fighting, never giving up mother. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and nodded. With one hand over my belly, I wiped my eyes with the other one. I listened to what these freaks had to say. Didn’t like what I heard. "Ready to blow this taco stand?" The Valenti charm was oozing off of Kyle. "You got that right, partner." I smiled and felt the electricity running through my veins. "So, what's the plan?" Plan? I nodded once as every Maria I've ever been soared through me. They all melted into this new me, Mommy Maria. And they were all pissed. No way in hell was anyone taking my baby from me. I'd lay my life down for this baby, but I have a feeling it won't come to that! I looked around the room as a plan began to slowly form in my head. * * * Chapter Twenty Two Michael Guerin tried to organize his thoughts as the trio left his townhouse. He hoped Isabel was explaining the situation further to Alex while they waited at home. With a longing look over his shoulder at the home he shared with the woman he loved, he got into the car and closed his eyes for an extended blink. Max drove with Michael in the front seat and Tess hanging over from the back. Michael fingered the paper in his hands and read it over and over and over. "It's not going to change no matter how many times you read it," Tess smiled sadly and gripped Michael's shoulder. "It doesn’t feel right," he said in a voice he wasn't comfortable with. "What doesn’t feel right?" Max snapped as he cornered the car just a little too fast. "None of this feels right." Michael nodded slowly. "Maybe it was supposed to be you." "Me what?" Max's tone was sharp. "You were supposed to be the leader, I'm not a leader." Max let out a deep breath before speaking. "I don’t care about that anymore, Michael. I've accepted the fact that you are in charge and my sister is your back-up and that's all fine with me. But here's where the problem with it comes in. You and Isabel kept this from me and Tess and Maria and Kyle and now we have no idea what's happened to them. We could have helped Michael!" Max slammed his palm down on the steering wheel. "Maybe we would have seen something you and Iz didn’t!" "Max is right," Tess said slowly. "I know you feel the same pain I do Michael, but maybe this could have been avoided if you would have come to us. Why didn't you?" Michael licked his lips and glanced out the window before speaking. "We were going to, I already told you that. We were trying to make sense of it and we couldn’t." "So, there are people like us. Exactly." Tess recounted what Michael had already told them. "From what you said at Isabel's you don’t know who they are or what they want and so far they are our best guess at to what happened to Kyle and Maria. Right?" Michael turned his head to look at the strong blonde with the fiery blue eyes and nodded. "Start at the beginning Michael. Tell us about Isabel's vision, or what did she call it? An instant memory? " "She saw another set of people who looked just like us, but different." Michael ran his hands through his hair. "She saw them and we were all together, but she didn’t recognize where we were. She said it had an eerie glow to it, like we were all in a purple haze." "Like Jimi Hendrix," Max smiled and knew that Maria would have beaten him to it had she been there. Michael smiled and thought that his wife would have said the same thing. "All Isabel could tell for sure was that they were looking for something and they thought we had it. They wanted to be somewhere else and thought we could get them there." "Somewhere else?" Tess whispered. "Like where we came from?" Michael shrugged. "That's all that Isabel and I could come up with, but we're not sure about anything. We've been beating ourselves up for the last week trying to figure out what it meant if it meant anything at all, then we got some kind of confirmation that we weren't alone. That her vision could have been dead on." "What kind of confirmation?" Max parked the car in front of the Whitman residence and killed the engine. "I saw myself," Michael faced the other two aliens in the car and tilted his head to one side. "I saw myself walking down the street outside of Section." * * * The plan wasn't thought out and it probably wasn't very good but it was the best I could come up with in the few minutes I gave myself. I knew that Michael was working on finding us, and technically we had three weeks before they could do any cutting on me, yet I found no comfort in that. There was some more ass saving to do and this time it was our own. I looked down at the shirt I was wearing and gave one of those half-assed smiles to Kyle. I don’t know what I would do without him. Without warning I clutched my stomach and screamed. I saw Kyle jump towards me and I winked at him. The plan was set in motion. I kept screaming and fell to the ground and kept my figurative fingers crossed that I wasn't going to end up getting us all killed. Or seriously injured. * * * Chapter Twenty Three I kept screaming and writhing on the floor. I imagined I looked like a freaked out breakdancer, but hey, if it got the job done then so be it. I opened my eyes long enough to look at Kyle. I could almost see the hamster running on the wheel inside his head. "Hey!" Kyle yelled. God love him. "She needs help! Hey!" I didn’t want to turn around or even open my eyes again, but I could hear Kyle banging on what I assumed was the wacky wall/door. My throat was getting sore from the screaming but I had to keep it up, couldn’t let the plan fail before it got kicked into motion. I heard the slide of the door thing and my heart began to pound. I didn't really like the idea of starting out on the floor, but beggars can't be choosers and Maria doesn't give a shit because she is so getting the fuck outta here and taking the posse with her. When I start to think in third person I do get a little worried. When I call Kyle Valenti and my unborn baby the posse-- I should be scared. But for some reason I was comforted. "What the fuck is going on?" That was Lonnie. As shrill as Isabel's voice got when she was pissed off about something, her voice would never capture the sheer evilness that I heard in Lonnie's. I looked up at her though slit eyes and let out one last scream. That was about two seconds before she jabbed me in the throat with the toe of her ultra unstylish black boot. Yet another thing her and Isabel did not have in common. Isabel would not be caught dead in those boots. Fuck! That hurt. I gagged, a little exaggeratedly, and clutched my stomach. I rolled over on my side and saw Kyle's feet in the distance. Only Kyle's feet. No one else had come in with Lonnie. With a smile, I groaned and reached outwards with those wicked superhero reflexes I sometimes get. I grabbed Lonnie by the ankle and hauled her ass down on the floor with me. "What the…" Those were the only words out of her mouth before my fist met it. Damn! She had me by the wrist in a half a heartbeat. It was fast and I know my heart was fucking racing so half a heartbeat is pretty damn accurate! But she was on the floor where she didn’t expect she'd be. Bully for me! She may be faster and stronger but she was also surprised. I saw Kyle flash by out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn’t worry about him right now. I hoped he was going to go play look out for the others. Or maybe just sticking his foot in-between the actual door and the wall to keep it open. I was ready to run like a bat outta hell out of this funhouse that was not even close to fun. "What do you think you're doing?" Lonnie sneered at me and spit out blood. Fortunately, she didn’t know how to spit that well and the spitty blood just dribbled down her chin making her look kind of stupid. "Getting the fuck out of here!" I said the words with conviction and freed my wrist from her grasp. Technically I had the upper hand because she was still on the floor and she was on her back. I was barely above her, but from where I was at I thought my kneecap would connect nicely with her already swollen jaw. Ha! It did. "Bitch!" Lonnie tried to scream but I covered her mouth with the same knee. Hallelujah for leather pants! I felt her trying to bite my knee but the leather was keeping me safe. I swear I will never again wear anything except leather pants. "Maria!" Kyle's voice was urgent coming from the open door. I looked over at him and secured Lonnie's other wrist with my other knee; if anyone would have walked in they probably would have thought we were involved in a very bizarre game of twister. Or they could walk in and zap me out of this world. "Can we go?" Kyle raised his hands up and shrugged. "Can you give me a minute here Valenti," I sighed and with a mental eye roll I looked down at Lonnie. Fuck, she was pissed! I leaned in a little closer to my prisoner, which was mistake number one. The only one I'm sure I'll make. Riiiight. I wasn't paying attention to her legs; she swiveled at the waist and got me in the side with the toe of one of those ugly boots. It hurt like a mother and I let out a little yelp. I saw Kyle move towards me and that was a bad. "No!" I shouted at him. "Stay there." I looked back down at Lonnie and smiled as evilly as I could. "I'm almost done here." My knee was off her mouth by now and I saw the corners of her lips turn up into something some might call a smile. Me? I'll just refer to it as the last face she'll ever make. "You won't get out of here alive," Lonnie seethed. Yeah, I'd heard that before, yet, here I am. "Wanna bet?" "Your baby will get us home and you and your little friend will be nothing but dust." Dust? I didn’t really look all that good in dust color. I nodded and saw that fucking foot coming at me again. This time I was ready, the pain in my side reminding me to always be ready for another attack of the ugly boots. I had to move over her a little to dodge the boot and my attention broke away from her face, when I looked back at her, I lost my grip. For a second. She wasn't evil Lonnie anymore. She was Isabel. "Maria!" That was Isabel's voice. "What are you doing?" I shook my head once letting my breath out slow. That was not Isabel. That was not Isabel. "Maria! Let me up!" The voice… The diction…It was all Isabel. I closed my eyes for an extended blink and tried to stop my heart from pounding out of my chest. It wasn't Isabel. It was LonnieBitch. It was not Isabel Whitman. It was not my friend Isabel. "Please Maria," the voice was pleading. "Fuck you," I stammered the words out and that pissed me off. She had me on this one. I couldn’t kill my friend. But this wasn't Isabel. Or was it? Is it live or is it Memorex? Not Isabel. Lonnie. Lonnie who wants to cut my baby out of me. I closed my eyes again. Think Maria! Think!! My eyes flew open and I faced her. I saw this indescribable evilness slink through her eyes and I was good. I could kill her. She may be a big bad alien with powers that I'll never be able to match, but fuck it, I was Maria Guerin and I was seriously pissed. "Mar-" "Shut the fuck up," I found my backbone. Since I was still in control, I let go of her wrist and pulled her up by her hair until she was facing me. I leaned in close and straddled her; I wanted nothing to do with those boots coming at me again. My breath was hot against her face. "Hey Lonnie, you know what I have for you? I have your very own theme song for you." I saw the confusion on her face and it made me stronger. "I fought the Maria and the Maria won…" I sang the words and with a motion Jackie Chan would be proud of, I cupped her chin and snapped her neck. I dropped her lifeless body and stood up on weak knees. I looked down at her and tears streamed down my cheeks. I cried not because I killed someone, I've done that to save the ones I love before. I cried because it was actually sinking in that I was going to be a mother. I, Maria Guerin, was going to have a baby. Oh. My. God. * * * Chapter Twenty Four Through teary vision I saw that Kyle was still manning his post at the door. That made me proud. Of course he had that worried old man look thing going on, but I'll let that slide. "Is she…?" Kyle was speaking softly. "Are you…?" "She is," I nodded. "And I'm fine." I walked towards him and glanced over my shoulder at LonnieBitch's dead body crumpled on the floor. Disgust filled my mouth. Then my hands flew protectively to my stomach. Oh shit. I wonder if that was going to happen all the time now? "Hey," Kyle called from the door. I looked up at him and saw him smiling. "You are so going to be the best mommy on the block." Somehow in this mess that has become my life, Kyle Valenti made me laugh. I wiped away the stupid tears and strode, yes I strode, towards him. "So," Kyle touched my stomach with his palm. "Mom. How do we get out of here?" Good question. I was fuzzy on exactly where we were anyway so thinking of a way out seemed inappropriate. Good thing Inappropriate was my middle name. "Well young Mr. Valenti, me thinks we should walk out that door and see what the other wannabe's are up to. Then we should kill them and go home. Sound good?" Kyle nodded but a grim thing was going on behind his eyes. I sighed. "What?" "I…You…You're going to be a mother, Maria," he smiled but it wasn't one of those full-blown Valenti grins. "Did you have any idea?" I shook my head. I didn’t have a fucking clue. Shit. I didn’t have a darn clue. Shoot. Fuck. Not today. "Is everything…Okay?" Okay? I knew where this was going. Kyle was worried about the alien part of the baby. That was something I didn’t even want to think about. I didn’t have time to think about that right now. All I had time to do was think about how in the hell we were going to get past the others and get home. "Everything's cool, Valenti." I chucked him on the shoulder. "However, everything will be cooler once we get the fuck outta Dodge." "You're going to have to quit swearing," he grinned. No shit. "I know, but today just isn't going to be the day. So, crazy alien hideout?" I raised my eyebrows. "Fuck'em." That's my boy. * * * "You saw yourself?" Tess asked quietly as her attention was drawn to the Whitman's front door. "Alex?" Both Michael and Max turned towards the house. The conversation about Michael seeing himself walking down the street was momentarily forgotten as they saw Alex Whitman barreling to the car. Within a second, both men were outside of the car with Tess in back of them. "Isabel!" The urgency in his voice was extreme. Without hesitation, Michael and Max ran to the house and burst through the front door with Max on top of Michael's heels. Tess and Alex pulled up the rear. Isabel Whitman's hair was slicked back against her head with sweat; her complexion was ashen as she lay on the couch in the Whitman living room. Michael and Max were kneeling at her side immediately. "Iz?" Max's voice was heavy with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?" Isabel nodded weakly and cleared her throat. "My head hurts." "She saw something," Alex supplied as he knelt down at the head of the couch. He smoothed his wife's hair and then kissed the top of her head. "You had another…Vision?" Michael's eyes narrowed. "Yes," Isabel managed to sit up straight, clutching the sides of her head as she did. A slight smile crossed over her lips. "I saw myself, well her, I saw her." "The one who looks like you?" Tess asked from in back of Michael. Isabel nodded slightly. "This was clearer than before. I almost felt like I was there. She's dead." She looked at Michael and then added quickly, "The one who looks like me. She's dead." "Are you sure?" Max asked. "How do you know?" Another nod. "I'm sure. It was almost like I was there, or like a part of me died too. I think I saw through her eyes as she died." "What did you see?" Tess placed her hands on Michael's shoulders for support and comfort. Isabel licked her lips and smiled at Michael. "I saw Maria." With a deep sigh and a growing smile, Michael leaned back against Tess' legs. "Sweet Maria." "Did you see anyone else? Anything else?" Hope filled the small blondes voice. "I didn’t see Kyle, I'm so sorry Tess. But that doesn’t mean anything." Isabel met her friend's eyes then the other two aliens. "But I think I know where they are." * * * Kyle and I skulked out of the room like two teenagers afraid of getting caught sneaking a smoke behind the house. If things were only that simple. We were back in the hall but it looked different to me. I glanced at Kyle and knew we were on the same page. Everything was smaller. Much, much smaller. And oddly wrong. "Is this…?" Kyle trailed off and touched the wall. I watched in fascination as he tapped what had seemed like a sturdy wall, and it swayed. It was fucking drywall! "Strange things are afoot in the alien hideaway," I whispered and stood next to Kyle at the wall. "I don’t think things are exactly what they seem to be." Kyle looked at me. No shit. "How did it look so different before? How could it change so fast?" "Mind warp." Kyle answered. Mind warp? Oh shit, that was one of those alien things that I never paid attention to, right? "Mind warp," I nodded and tried to think if I had ever heard that phrase before. My blond head was empty. "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?" Kyle raised his eyebrows at me and shook his head. "You really should pay more attention to these things." "Are you going to lecture me or explain what the fuck is going on?" I rolled my eyes and stood with my hands on my hips. "Tess can do a mind warp," he looked down the empty hall in both directions before continuing. "Its like she can make you see something differently than the way it really is." "No shit?" "No shit. She doesn’t use it, but she can do it." "We were mind warped?" Fury stormed through me. He nodded slowly and pointed back to the door of the room we had just come from. I turned and what had been a wacky sliding door/wall was now just a door. A plain old door. One I could have easily kicked my way out of. Damn! "So Ava…?" I paused and closed my eyes for an extended blink. Kyle snapped and I opened my eyes. I looked at him and I think I actually saw the light bulb blink on over his head. "They don’t know! They let their guard down because they thought Lonnie could deal with us. Tess can't hold a mind warp for too long, so I guess that maybe Ava can't either?" This was making sense in that freaky alien kind of way. "They don't know we're out of the room Maria," Kyle grinned. "Then what the fuck are we waiting for?" I grabbed Kyle's hand in mine and we lurked down the drywall hall in the opposite direction of the holding room. About ten feet down the hall I saw a crack in the drywall and my curiosity got the best of me. I stopped Kyle and we peeked through. They say curiosity killed the cat. However curiosity only made the Maria want to hurl. * * * Chapter Twenty Five Within minutes of Isabel's announcement that she thought she knew where Maria and Kyle were, the small group was on their way to the airport. Michael rode shotgun with Tess on his lap and Alex driving, a cell phone against his ear making hurried orders to an unseen minion. "We have a plane waiting," Michael announced after ending the call. "Are you sure that's where they are, Iz?" Tess asked turning around to face the other female alien. Isabel shook her head. "No, I'm not one hundred percent sure, but it seemed so clear. It kinda makes sense, doesn’t it?" "Nothing around here makes sense," Max murmured from beside his sister. "I have to agree with Max," Alex chimed in shifting his eyes to the rearview mirror to acknowledge his brother-in-law. "This is all crazy. I mean, Maria and Kyle are gone. My wife is somehow a clairvoyant of sorts and there are another set of you guys out there somewhere?" "It's not a complete set," Isabel smiled. "No, not anymore." Michael grinned as pride rushed through him. Although the fear was evident with each passing second, the only recourse Michael could take against it was knowing that his wife wasn't stupid. She was brilliant and he knew she'd do everything she could to keep her cool and make sure that her and Kyle were safe. * * * I felt the bile rise up in my throat. I was so going to hurl. "Is that…?" Kyle whispered in my ear. I halfway nodded and halfway shrugged. Words were not going to come out of my mouth without projectile vomiting as well. I backed away from the crack and pulled Kyle with me. A few deep breaths and I thought I could talk. "That is…" "Nasty." Kyle filled in for me. I nodded. He was right, it was nasty. But at least I knew where we were. Not exactly, but close enough. Of course since I had never been here before I didn’t really know which way to turn next. A few more deep breaths and I felt like I could hold a conversation. "Have you ever been here before?" Kyle shook his head and I tried not to show the disappointment I felt. I wasn't disappointed in Kyle, more in myself. If I only would have paid attention and not been grossed out. If I only would have gone on the trip with Michael and the others then I might have a better idea of our chances of getting out of here. I cocked my head to one side in that confused dog stance I get every once in a blue moon. I heard voices. Fuck. Not now. They were coming from behind the drywall but since I didn’t have superhero hearing I was shit outta luck on pinpointing exactly where they were coming from. Kyle nodded and I knew he heard them. A male and a female. I guess the female was Ava since Lonnie wouldn't be saying anything again. Ever. The male voice was softer and I couldn’t hear it as well. So unless they had a whole community of people in here with us I could narrow it down to Rath or the MaxClone we had yet to meet. A crash behind the drywall made me jump and let out a little noise. Fuck! I looked at Kyle and we grabbed hands and ran down the hall as quietly as we could. My other hand was on my stomach protecting my unborn child. We ended up at a dead end. Great. "Now what?" Kyle asked, panic in his eyes. I didn’t know. This was different than Section. This was much, much scarier. At Section we knew we were up against humans, sure they had guns, but they were still human. Here we were up against aliens. Freakin' aliens! I shrugged and felt the bile rise again. I had to think. I had to get past what was behind the drywall and think. I didn’t want to think about what I saw. There was a reason that I tuned out all the alien talk. I didn't like to think about my husband being hatched out of a fucking pod and now, here we were right smack dab in the middle of this freak show called the Pod Chamber. Again, maybe I should rethink the whole 'what I don't know won't hurt me' thing. I didn’t know and it was seriously hurting me. "How far are we away from Roswell?" Roswell. I couldn’t believe I was actually saying that name knowing we were so close to where it all began. It felt good. I missed the dusty town. I really wanted to go to the Crashdown and laugh at the tacky decorations. I wanted to go see Kyle's dad. I wanted to drive by my old apartment. I wanted to snoop around and see if there was any sign of that Liz; I still owed her a serious ass kicking. I wanted to be anywhere except right here. "We're in the desert," Kyle whispered. "Maybe twenty miles away from town." "So if I screamed no one would hear me," I was thinking out loud. "They might, you do scream quite well." "Smart ass," I rolled my eyes. "But honestly, no. We're in a big rock." Rock? This just keeps getting better and better. "I was never inside, I only saw it from the outside. But from what Tess said, there's a bunch of caverns that run through these big rocks, boulders, and what we just saw is somewhere in the middle. I think." Of course it was in the middle. Why would it be anywhere except the middle? "So the…" I waved in the direction of where we just came from. "Pods?" Kyle smirked. "Yeah, the pods," I grimaced. "That was where they were all…Born?" Kyle nodded. "Yup." I needed a drink. A really big fucking drink. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get past the vision of the pods. Four capsule-type things stacked two high next to each other. Wacky tendril looking mossy things were hanging out them. Nasty. They seemed to be bolted to the wall, or I guess stuck to the wall, is a better description. The wall was nasty too. All shiny and wet looking. I think I shuddered. "Lonnie!" The scream came from the room where we had been held, or at least that's where I bet it came from. It was a man and he sounded pissed. "No!!" Kyle and I looked at each other and then bolted back the way we came. We got to the crack we were peeking through at the pods and pulled back the drywall. Great. Not only were we running from some pissed off aliens, but now we were face to face with my biggest gross out. The pods. * * * |
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