The Moon Childe (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2: Being Human Is A Crime

When Amelia finally began opening her eyes, her vision was blurry and muffed voices were distinguishably close to her motionless body, which cried out in pain when she tried to move her legs or her lower stomach. She couldn’t understand what the voices were saying, but she was able to see a few dark blobs within her line of sight. It took her mind a few seconds to remember what had happened right before she passed out, and as she remembered, she hopped up and scrambled to get on her feet onto the floor. The dark blobs backed away and began directing their discussion at her; which did no good considering she couldn’t hear them very clearly. Once her feet landed on the ground, she backed herself into a chillingly frozen wall and used one hand to hold her head and the other to block or move anything in front of her out of the way.

Her hearing was recovering faster than her vision, but that was because she was forcing her eyes shut and to relearn how to comprehend the English language. The sight of light on her eyes gave her head a pounding headache, the voices were causing her ears a painfully prickle, and the freezing wall was giving her the chills. As she backed away from the voices, the soon became more clear and she was finally able to comprehend some of the words.

“…attacked… your friends… safe now…” was all she could positively identify. Amelia shook her head and took a step to the left, just to crash into a small side table; the random items on the table fell to the floor next to Amelia. She was on her knees and slowly opening her eyes to see a pair of strange boots in front of her.

“Calm down, you’re okay now.” Amelia finally lifted her head up, just to be greeted by another alien. She jolted her head back into the steel wall, causing her greater pain as her mind reawakened.

“Shit-” she muttered as her held the back of her head with both hands. She bit her tongue so she wouldn’t be able to mutter any other swear words, because her mind was coming up with quite a few. She opened one eye to see the alien, this one furry, back away a little, but wasn’t preparing himself with a weapon. Through grinned teeth and a harsh, choked up voice, she said, “What do you want? Stay back”

The alien, slowly becoming clearer to Amelia sight as time went by, glanced toward another alien, this one standing at the foot of the bed Amelia had just jumped off. The auburn colored furred alien shook its head and sighed loud enough her to hear it.

“Great going, Neston. Your hideous face scared her.” The farther alien chuckled as he spoke.

“Shut the hell up, she just woke up after getting the shit kicked out of her, I think I would be on the defensive as soon as I woke up.” As the foreign creatures began bickering at one another about stuff Amelia wasn’t sure off, she suddenly remembered her neck injection sight. She straightened her neck and felt for the small scab that she was expecting to find; instead, she felt a larger, smooth-like area of a scab. She couldn’t understand what was on her neck or even where she was at.

Amelia’s sight was nearly back to normal when she noticed that one of the items that fell from the table was her phone. It was in “sleep mode,” so she used the black screen as a mirror to see her neck. When she did, she couldn’t believe what was covering about a quarter or her neck; a thin, silvery piece of metal. She tried to pick it off, but it was infused with her skin and as she scratched the metal, she actually felt her nails digging into her skin.

“Careful,” the auburn alien said to her, slightly raising one hand, in an attempt to bring her hand down from her neck, but he didn’t actually touch her. “That’s a high concentration of globitobe incusous. You’re lucky it didn’t kill you, considering it penetrated your trachea and esophagus.”

“What the hell is that?” Before the furry alien could elaborate, Amelia suddenly realized that these were aliens, and they have given her no reason to trust them; so she didn’t.