Solarity: Away From Home

005: Sofira

005: Sofira

The first things I hear are the same voices I heard before I got knocked out. Damn, I was hoping that was all a dream. Scanning my surroundings, the first thing I notice is that I'm on a jet, but it feels like I'm laying on a cloud.

"So how can we get her to trust us?"

"She's a Scorpio, right? She would appreciate the truth."

"Yeah, but the thing is getting her to believe that it's the truth. Because no matter how I say it, I guarantee the only thing she'll think is 'but how can I trust this?' and I don't blame her. What we're going to tell her is life-altering. She wouldn't want to just up and change her life for nothing."

He could not be more right. Just how long have they been stalking me? How do they even know my zodiac sign?

    "But the sooner she knows the truth, the sooner she can get started on the Awakening process," a German accent voices.

If I was a dog who could understand humans, my ears would have perked up immediately among hearing about the Awakening process.

"I agree. I'll go check up on her to see if she's awake." I hear some shuffling movements and immediately close my eyes and lie back down.

"I know you're awake," an amused voice sounds, closer now. "I saw you move."

"Oh, hi," I open my eyes wider and smile sheepishly.

"Good to see you're awake. You were out for a longer time than expected so I was getting a little worried."

"You're forgetting I didn't get much sleep on the plane. I only slept for the last half-hour of it."

"Oh, right. You're one of those people who can't sleep on anywhere but a bed, aren't you?"

"You didn't get that from all that time stalking me?" I ask wryly.

"Okay, we're not stalking you as much as you think. We check in every once in awhile, but more so recently ever since we got news of some unbeknownst evil scientists trying to make an army out of people like you. Only, they're trying to make more of you but have luckily all failed astronomically. That's why they're trying to kidnap you: so they can study you and make more of you, for some bigger reason we don't know yet."

"You guys are some weird sex traffickers," I muse. "And kind of creepy. What kind of sex trafficker gets to know their victim's real name?"

"For the last time, we're not sex traffickers." He sounds amused but exasperated.

"The last time? You guys haven't even told me for the first time."

He blanks. "Oh, well, now I have."

"Great, so can you let me go?"

"No, you really are in serious danger—"

"Really," I start sarcastically, "I wonder why?"

"If you would just let us get it through to you," a new, Venezuelan accent interjects impatiently by the door.

"I'd rather die," I mutter just to spite her.

"You just might if you don't," she doesn't sound anything other than annoyed. Be careful what you wish for floats around in my head.

"Where are we going? How long is this flight?" I ask instead.

"We're going to Seattle, Washington. We have about two hours left."

"You have two hours to convince me this isn't all fake then," I concede with a resigned, false smile.