SPACE TOY - A Planet 51 FanFic

Chapter 3: The alien general

Tw: description of violent puking

The door slammed open, and the general stomped in again, holding a few papers and ripping me out of my sleep. It was around night, and I couldn't sleep properly anyway... It was cold, I had no blanket but only an oversized cotton gown you'd wear in a mental hospital. Now he woke me up completely.

His steps determined, he came to the bed and slapped a folder onto the bed. I sat there, my eyes as big as plates, staring at him.

"Your test results." He exhaled, seemingly being upset about them. The general's voice is deep, versatile and commanding.

"And... what's wrong with them...?" I asked carefully, fidgeting with the hem of the gown I was wearing, my long fingernails scratching over the cotton, my eyes fixated on his large figure. Overall, he's very large, compared to the entire base. Perhaps even his entire species, wonder how he got so big... and bulky.

He carried himself to the door, closing it before he made his way back to the bed.
The bed screeched under his weight, his lower half sunk into the hard mattress as he let out a slight groan.

"Nothing is wrong with your test result, that's the bad thing about it..."
He rubs his nose bridge, squeezing his eyes shut. He is clearly frustrated (and tired) but I couldn't see anything bad about the test results being negative...
"I was hoping you would have alien DNA in your body, I would be happy even with 0.001 percent... but you have nothing, zero."

"But that's great... isn't it?"

He shot daggers at me with his look. His eyebrows narrowed and his antennae on his head vibrated vigorously. "You're 100% human, and you know what that means?" He huffed, shaking his head in disbelief at my oblivion about apparent consequences, his antennae moving with his head. "I'm not going to explain this to you, human... You should get your own idea WHY it's bad to see that you're 100% human, on MY base and on MY planet."

I ponder for a moment. Yes, perhaps it's pretty unfortunate to be the only human on this stone-raining planet with green goobers as citizens, that don't even wear pants...

The general could see my gears in my head work, and work... and work...

He stood up from the bed, the metal frame screeching as he got on his feet (which look more like claws) again, fixing his tie and hair, his arrogance and anger swelling up in the room once more. The room was awkwardly silent then, he still remaining close to the bed, observing my being with judging glances.

"You still don't get it, don't you?" I shook my head. The general's lower lip slightly covered his upper, as he moves his large jaw, his expression unreadable. He did a smacking sound with his lips, dragging his heavy body to me.

His face centimeters away from my own, that's when he whispered: "You're in danger, human dork. You're prone to be forced into experiments you don't want." His breath smelled like coffee, but not in a pleasant way. I tried to remain stoic, though he could sense my discomfort with him being so close, and having an awful breath... To that, he had some cologne on him, very poignant smell... Comforting but yet an overwhelming and suffocating smell of leather, earthy woods and musk, some crispy herbs and citrus. I could smell the authority and overstated elegance... He invested a lot into this cologne or whatever he wore on himself.

"Why do you care so much about a lousy human like me...? Shouldn't you be the first one to actually ignore me, experiment on me, or at least demand experiments?"
I asked him. His expression shifted from unreadable to frustration, his ears moved up slightly. Though I could read some slight fluster out of his expression. "You... erm... you could be useful." He muttered, clearly trying to find an excuse. "For what?" I asked.