Not Enough Time

Chapter 1: Lost

I fell for a human. I didn't know heart break could ever hurt this badly. I didn't know it would hurt. I fell for a fucking human. Of all things, I fell in love with a human being, a mortal being. Someone I could never be with.

Ganavia paces the small, white, bland room. Her hearts race with anticipation about who will come through that door, she stares blankly at the dirty chrome table and chair in the middle of the room. The air hangs heavy, a musty, and nasty, smell hangs in the air. The table is filthy, probably covered in dirt and charcoal.

The door creaked loudly as it opens. Ganavia looks at the door anticipating who would come in.

Anyone who works here could come through that door, all I can do I'd hope its Jakob. He won't treat me like a alien, he'll treat me like I'm human.

Jakob walks into the room, she breaths a sigh of relief. Ganavia leans her back against the white washed wall.

"Hello, Ganavia." Jakob said, his voice in a monotone whisper.

"Why must I be here? What the point in holding me?" Her lip quivers, she knew exactly why she was here.

"Ah, well. Your here so we can figure out what happened to Rylie." Jakob gives Ganavia a look of empathy. "I'm sorry we have to do this to you."

"So am I. You know I didn't do anything."

"Yes, we know. But you are a witness to what happened, the only one actually."

"I very well know that." She approaches Jakob, her arms crossed across her chest, her stare intent on intimidating him.

Jakob grips her by the shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry that he's gone Gava."

Ganavia wrapped her arms tightly around Jakob's waist, his arms around her shoulders, her head buried into his chest, tears streaming down her face and into his jacket and shirt.

Gava dug her fingers into Jakob's back on accident, he flinchs in reaction to having her fingernaul dug into his lower bajc. Her whimpers muffled by his chest. Jakob gently forced her away from him, he tipped her chin up to look at him. He smiles at her, givejng her some reassurance.

"Everything will be fine, I won't let anything hurt you." He put an arm around he shoulders and led her from the room. "Now c'mon. Let's just get this over and done with it will only take a little while. Maybe 8 hours."

The corridor was slim and long. It smelled musty just as the little room had, not nearly as strongly though. She was led to another small room, this time with a one way mirror on one wall. In the middle of the room was a lounge looking chair with a small machine attached to it. The machine was to pull memories from a person's head. They are then played live, as they are pulled, on a screen on the other side of the one way mirror.

She was very nervous about this, she's never done this before but she's heard about it. If your not out under before your hooked up the machine, it hurts so badly.

Ganavia sat down in the chair and relaxed. Jakob went out of the room to receive something, he came back with a large syringe filled with a deep blue liquid.

"This should put you out for a while. Hopefully quickly so you won't feel much of the extraction."

He strides over to Gava, turning her head and inserting the needle into her neck, pushing the plunger, letting the blue fluid infuse into her bloodstream.

"Damn that works quickly," she mumbles.

Her eyes feel heavy and begin to close. She drifts off into a deep sleep. Jakob places what looks like an odd crown on her head, placing adhesive receptor pads on her temples, behind her ears and on the top of her neck, where her cranium and spine connect. A large, non-adhesive pad running across the top of her head.

Jakob turns the memory machine on, Gava's eyes begin to twitch under her eyelids, her fingers twitch as well, a pulse of electricity causing it.

Different smells flood and overwhelm her nose, most pleasent but some unpleasant. Trying to coax her to the exact memory where this all began.

Jakob adjust nobs on the machine, her eyes twitch faster under her eyelids. He can't seem to get the setting just right to get to that first memory, the one where she met Rylie in person.

Her head begins to turn, almost as if she's looking for something, though that impossible, her eyes are closed.