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The story of a lost boy, a fisherman's daughter, a heartless soul and a lonely mechanic lost in the stars.
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Even Nicholas's sour mood couldn't spoil mine. My heart hadn't hammered this much since he showed up, however that turned out to be a disappointment. Hopefully, these two would be different. Maybe they'd be brilliant, strong or talented. All the things that I am not. So I sat in the main room, waiting. All the aliens were in their little group, sticking to their kind. I sat alone, Nicholas was never much company anyway.
"Any time now," I whispered, checking the place a watch should be. No matter how many years I've been here, a watch was one thing I always forgot I didn't have. I was indeed correct, moments later the large doors opened, causing everyone to flinch and huddle close to the walls. Huddle close to safety. Or what they thought was safety. But the Collectors weren't here to hurt us, not yet. One by one they pushed the new species in. Many I hadn't seen before, a few I had.
I sat patiently on the cold ground, staring at the doorway. Waiting for them to come. The humans. My species. My blood. Red blood.
My heart and time slowed, every beat felt a second. I saw her first. The girl. She looked less terrified than I would've expected. Her brown hair pulled up in a neat ponytail. Her skin was dark, but not in a way mine was. It was darkened from the sun, burns that had faded. She froze after reaching the center of the room, having nowhere to go. But I didn't approach her, not yet.
Next was the boy. He was scared. His eyes wide and terrified. Scanning every inch of the room and his brain not processing a thing. His hair was what stuck out about him, bright flaming red. I grinned. Red blood.
Now I moved. Fluid motions, walking to where they stood close together but not able to speak. The girl seemed to relax when she saw me, the boy's eyes only widened. "Names Andrea, welcome to The Collecting Point."
"Cosmia," the girl stuck out her hand, "I've always feared I'd end up here." I offered her a small smile and shook her hand.
"Here? Where is here?" The boy's voice was shaky and I almost pitied him. He should see what it feels like to show up alone, no people, no one to explain.
"I told you, The Collecting Point. You're name is?"
"Max." His hands ran through his hair, tugging at the roots. Panic was stricken across his face and I could see it seeping onto the girls- Cosmia's. "What is... What's going to, to happen to us?"
"Come on." I turned, beckoning them to follow. As much as I tried, I couldn't answer his question. It was too painful and I didn't want to scare him further.
Instead, I brought them to our cell, it was large for only Nicholas and I's beds. Adding two more would fill much of the space. The two newbies eyed Nicholas's bed but didn't question it. I told them little, only the bare minimum. Where we slept and where we ate. That we did not cause trouble or interact with many of the species within these metal walls. Cosmia didn't question me, she adapted quickly. It was clear she wasn't taken from Earth, she knew what this place was. However, Max had the fear of a child and the confusion of a lost animal. He had a question for everything, sometimes things I did not give answers for.
