The Silent Watcher.

The way back.

Hello people... I am back... Kind off.... Anyway, new chapter ahead!

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My brain was having a hard time deciphering the meaning behind his gesture. The foreign feeling was creating havoc inside my core. Why was this small coincidence so unsettling and, at the same time, bringing me a sense of relief?
I was descending into a spiral storm of mixed feelings when my attention was abruptly brought back to the now..

The cacophony of human screaming and aliens growling marked the arrival of the last pair. From the place I was in, the podium-like structure, I could see clearly the center of all the chaos. A different kind of fear tore my insides apart while I witnessed those aliens rush from and to the broken body of one woman.

"This can't be good!" I whispered to myself. One alien was holding what was left of Farah's right leg, while others tried to pry the monster away from her.

Farah was put in some futuristic type of gurney and rushed away from the clearing by the bystander aliens, while her own alien kept walking from side to side, growling and gesturing furiously. His armor was covered in her blood, and other warriors were either mocking him or trying to calm him down.
All was silenced by the booming growl coming from behind us. Every head turned to the old alien from last night. During daytime, he looked even older.

All of us humans were frozen in place. Transfixed by both Farah arrival and by the way this leader resumed his talking like nothing had happened.

With a gesture he pointed to the podium I was knelling and soon the Aliens were all cheering and growling. ' It's a game! ' My inner voice called from the depths of my own disbelief. It was a game. Now it made sense... We were pieces of a twisted game. Casting a glance over Parvati, the look on her face told me that she came to the same conclusion as I. Silent tears dropped from her face down to her destroyed Sari.  A few pairs behind us was Ivanna, trembling in the arms of her green hunter. She was awake and seemly uninjured.

It was a game and by the frustraded like sounds  Farah's warrior was making, he lost big time. ' We are fucked '.

My line of thought was interrupted by rotation off the world. One second I was comfortably kneeled down and the other I was thrown over a shoulder like I was a mindless sac off potatoes.  The velocity in what the views were changing made my stomach turn wildly.

" Put me down!!" I demanded while throwing punches in his back."Put me down this instant!" Again no reaction. It was frustrating and infuriating. " You son of a bitch! " Nothing.
He didn't even slowed down. Suddenly all became just too much and I've felt my blood boil.
"Du kannst mich mal! Verdammt!!!!" I've screamed from the top of my Lungs. " 이 놈아 !!! 새대가리!!! " I was kicking and punching and pulling on his body net."Vete al carajo. Pendejo de merda!!!" And just like that I've lost myself screaming insults in all languages I knew. I screamed and screamed all the dirt words and phrases I knew. "You  broken bucket full of horse shit!! I am not a fucking toy!! - ¡Te juro que te colgaré usando tus agallas! " My throat was aching but I wouldn't stop. I was so angry, só frustrated and hurted. " I just wanted to eat a fucking piece of cake!!" My hands were raw from punching his solid back but it didn't stopped my attenptes to hurt him.
My tantrum was abruptly interrupted, and I landed on the hard ground, shocked that he actually listened to me. I was about to curse some more when smoke and sparks came out of his mask. 'That was weird.'
With angry movements, he removed the mask and roared full force directly into my face. One would have thought that the sheer force of his roar would have shut me up, but it didn't. What caught me off guard and ultimately silenced me were his eyes. His eyes were like two orbs made of molten lava that drew me in like I was a moth willingly flying to my own demise in the fire.
We held each other's gaze for what felt like hours, both breathing heavily and neither daring to break the spell. He was the one to look away; he turned his back so fast that I was slapped by his dreads.
"Ouch! That hurt," I exclaimed. If he heard me, he didn't acknowledge me.

The warrior retrieved his discarded mask a few feet away from us and carefully removed a small part of its insides. He inspected it for a few moments before growling in clear demonstration of annoyance. He tossed the apparently fried piece away and reattached the ominous-looking mask back to his face.

I was there, in the middle of an utterly alien forest, barefoot, disheveled, and tired. And yet, the most interesting thing to see was the hulking warrior messing with his high-tech devices. I could hear his grunting and growling-like speech behind the mask but couldn't understand what was going on. When he stood at his full height and started walking again, I was left dumbfounded and admittedly too scared to move...

With a surprisingly human-like signal of frustration, he grumbled and stopped, sagging his shoulders, and gestured for me to follow. When I refused to move due to my shock, he gave me a low growl, one I could understand clearly: "I am running out of patience." And with that, I started to follow him.