Bounty Hunter

Chapter 24

In attempt to calm myself I try to breathe in and out slowly. The sound of a sudden creak frightens me and I jump backwards, knocking a few metal tools to the floor. A sudden bombardment of nails cascades down from the shelf, bouncing as they project across the floor. My arms flail about in a flurry as I attempt to stop the barrage of items from falling down. A hot and stinging sensation begins to well up behind my eyes. I take another sharp inhale to force back the tears.

A loud boom blasts through my ears as if a door has just been forced open. I hear the loud rev of an engine and a male voice speaking to someone through a telecom. My bones freeze for a moment before my adrenaline crunches down on me, yelling at me at the top of her lungs. RUN BITCH RUN! You don't have to tell me twice. In a beat quicker than a hummingbird's wing pattern I'm off sprinting. I pay no heed to the incoming engine or strange language that seems to be berating me. I take off down the aisles with the unknown assailant hot on my trail. While I'm running, I tear down a pile of boxes sending various instruments flying behind me. My assailant seems to be deterred and lets out what I presume to be a stream of curses.

As I'm racing ahead with the little time I've gained, I spy a door way in the corner of my view. Without stopping to think, I bolt through the door making sure to slam it shut. I turn around and then realize there is nowhere else to hide. I hold my breath and pray that my assaulter won't find me. Slowly and carefully I back away from the door. A scream attempts to rip itself from my throat only to be muffled by a gloved hand. My eyes widen as I look downward in attempt to glean my attacker. Their hand is covered in a white material and they wear a silver ring. I notice a pair of familiar boots and a black body suit. I attempt to process the situation as I struggle. My arms are being forced behind my back, preventing me from defending myself. As the heel of my boot connects with a soft groin, I am met by a satisfying groan. I launch my head backward to head butt the alien, then I whip out my gun.

But the entrance of another alien disrupts my attempt to shoot. The two aliens clad in black surround me. An ivory helmet covers the face of the motorcycle rider. But the other alien's face is uncovered to reveal animal like features. The familiarity finally registers in my mind and I realize my attackers are not part of the Alliance. They belong to the government. They're clad in the exact same attire as the government official, who previously interrogated us at the Barrier. The muscles in my stomach clench and my forehead starts to sweat.

The two aliens have me cornered with their guns pointed towards me. In a last attempt at saving myself, I try to summon the lightning force that previously saved me. I try to recollect the sensation and conduct the power to my hands. The two aliens watch me carefully yet they refuse to move. It's as if they already know of my ability and are waiting for me to attack. I feel a slight tingle make its way toward my hands, but then it fizzles out into a mere buzz of static electricity. I keep my gun raised at the alien with the fox face. "If you shoot we will not hesitate to kill you," the officer clad in a helmet informs me. Knowing I am defeated I lower my gun.

"Slide the gun over to me," the alien commands. Begrudgingly, I do as he says. The two aliens' prowess with English comes as a surprise to me. The aliens I've come across all seem to be far more developed and intelligent than the people of Earth. Before I have a chance to protest or even fight back my body is slammed to the ground. A thick knee is pressed hard against my back to restrain me, and I wince at the bony edge that pierces my back. A pair of cuffs is laced around my wrists and around my ankles. Despite the urge to cry I bite back my emotions. Any sign of fear or intimidation would only contribute to the sadist hunger of my captors. The other alien's helmet peels back to reveal an angular animalistic face, similar to that of a wolf. However, his face still appears more humanoid than animal.

They seem to revel in their control over me as I stoically march alongside them. "Where are you taking me?!" I ask hoarsely.

"You'll see when we get there," the wolfish one replies gruffly.

"My wrists are hurting," I pronounce stolidly.

"You better watch your tone lady," the other alien warns me. Along with his ferocious tone he decides to yank on my cuffs to emphasize his point. I let out a sharp yelp in response. Although their English is perfect it sounds slightly accented. This alien's face has a fierce yet furry quality reminiscent of a polar bear. I can't help but wonder if all of the government officials resemble animals. Despite the misery of my situation the one thing that takes over my mind is Kai. He repeatedly claimed I could trust him yet here I am being dragged away to G-d knows where. In that moment I decide to undertake a mission. I will see Kai again, and when I do, I will make sure he gets his ass beat.

A/N: Where the hell are they taking May?!! oi vey. :( HMU on social media!

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