Blood War Slave

Blood War Slave - Chapter 5b: Reactions - Alyssa

Chapter 5b: Reactions

- Alyssa

The debate was over. I was furious and stormed out of the room. It was not easy. I had to use my elbows to get through the crowd. Once out I ran as fast as I could. My footsteps echoed on the hall while the noise from the crowd faded away in the distance with every step I took. Faster and faster I ran. My feet hit the floor hard and I panted heavy. I needed to get away from there, to let out my anger. Better to run than to get into trouble once more, which would mean I would smash someone’s face. My anger filled me with energy. I ran on, rethinking the debate. How could she do that? She was brave to go up there and talk, to stall time, I admit it. Then she just turned everything upside down. She crashed any hopes of going home within seconds. And she crashed the hopes of finding a new home world within the next second. It happened so fast I felt like a wall was breaking down and burying me underneath. The point with the information and the trick with language were nifty from her and I loved how she shut up this annoying Egyptian. Tariq is his name I think. I met him before and he was more of a troublemaker than I am and that means a lot. Since my kidnapping I had a fight almost everyday, but I fight it myself. Tariq does not. He convinces others to fight, while he hides. What a coward! I am really disgusted thinking of this man.

I snorted in anger, my pace slowed down, my lungs burned. I had to stop. I opened a door found myself a small spot to sit on a walkway one story above the centre of the room. It was one of the rooms where we could go to get some peaceful moments when the guards were to busy to care much about it. Those rooms were nowhere near vital systems and had only one purpose: to give space to rest and relax. On a big screen I could see how the outer space looked like at this point of the ship. It was not a window, but a projection from the outer surveillance systems. It was a beautiful look. Black with uncountable spots of lights. Although none of those stars were familiar to me I felt relief to know that somewhere among them was my home.

I thought of my family, avoiding to remember my parents I focused on my siblings. My younger and older brother must be in their forties now, with families, jobs, pets… Probably I have a bunch of nephews and nieces and will never meet them. I will never tell them my brothers’ secrets to assist them in blackmailing their parents to get chances to stay out late. They will never know me. I am sure my brothers remember me, but who else? They lived on. I am a mere memory now. Hell, it has been only months to me! I miss them! I am so lonely! …I punched the floor and the wall while tears welled up. I hate crying, only sometimes I must. I cannot deal with all this rubbish! I am alone. For the first time in my life I am alone and feel it with every fibre of my heart.

I am unfair I know. I have Abby. And Janus is a wonderful man and we are really close and caring, but he is closer to Angelika it seems. I wish I knew why they understand each other. Oh, Angi! You damn beast! How could you betray us like that? Befriend the aliens? Draw a line under our past? For me it means draw a line under my life and therefore under me. My personality developed through my experience and I will not forget all my past. I do not want to forget my past. I want to go back!

I know I cannot go back. I must fight for my freedom otherwise I will go insane! How can she ask us not to fight? Oh dear, I do not know what to do.

Suddenly a door on the lower level opened and in came two girls. Leana Jones and her binovular twin sister Joana entered the room. I knew them but decided to stay quiet. I would not let anyone know I cried.

The sisters were talking about the debate. Seemed like it was the topic today and probably for longer.

“Leana, recollect yourself! The woman on the tribune was right! We cannot go on like this. We need to go on with our lives. Make the best of it!”