The Felinites

Chapter 13

 

Chapter 13

Abby’s POV

         I glare daggers at Terry from across his office desk. He keeps coming up with more and more questions. Somehow, each answer seems to generate at least six more questions. I do not know how long I have been kept hostage here, but it feels like forever. Other than all of the annoying questions, Terry seems nice enough. He has offered me food, water, and even milk. The only request he refuses to grant is my release.

        "When and where did you learn about computers?" he asks.

        "I- I," I stammer. I do not know the answer to any of the questions he has hounded me with more recently so I do not know at all how to reply. With the hesitation clear in my voice, he advances to the next question.

        "What alien species was the first computer made by?" he asks next.

        "I do not know," I murmur.

        "What was the computer first used for?" "How did you learn about these fascinating machines?" "What makes this device work?" "How often is the technology of computers updated?" All of these questions, and what seems like a thousand more, are asked and my feeble answer is always the same.

        "I do not know," I tell him after every inquiry.

        I sink down further into the leather chair, embarrassed by my lack of knowledge. The interrogation continues, stretching endlessly, and I quit paying attention. I also decide that since nothing I am saying is of any use, that it would be best if I just stopped talking altogether.

        I am extremely tired. Why am I always so exhausted? Is it because I am human? For some reason, I do not think that it is. I think that there is something else going on, but what could it be? I am itching to open my book on Earth, but I know I cannot read it in front of Terry. It would make him even more suspicious of me.

        I am so sure that I am human though. Everything I read in the book seems to prove my point even further. Although, if I am not a Felinite, how am I able to use Felinite powers? I have them and I use them frequently. How did I get on Filinus? It is all so strange and none of this should be possible. I should be on Earth, oblivious to any life on any other planet. At least that is what the book suggests.

        "Abby? Abby, will you please say something? Anything? You have been mute for the past twenty minutes," Terry's begging snaps my attention back to the dilemma at hand.

        My eyes swing to his and I see the concern playing across his face. He wants me to speak? Oh, I will say something for him. "How long have you been keeping me here?" I ground out angrily.

        "Only about seventeen hours," he replies. A full day on Filinus is eighteen hours, so I have almost been here for a full day. No wonder I have almost fallen asleep twice since he pulled me in this room.

        I zone out once again and continue ignoring him. I do not know how much time passes but a little while later Terry loses his patient control. Slamming his fists against the desk, he cases me to jump a mile.

        "Listen here girl," Terry growls through clenched teeth as he leans close to me. His face is so close to mine that I can smell his rancid breath throughout the rant. "I am done waiting for you to respond. Face the facts; you are not leaving here until I know all there is that I need to know. So, it would be very wise if, instead of wasting everyone's time, you actually pretended to care for a couple of hours."