Flauraan

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

I expected him to gloat, or torture us, or do something equally evil, but instead he left me completely bewildered by pulling a medicinal injector (a human doctor’s device) out of his bag.

He crossed over and stuck the needle extension into Sophie’s arm, pressing the glowing green button on the device’s side and letting the internally stored healing liquid enter her bloodstream. To my amazement, it rushed all through her body immediately, and she relaxed as the pain in her arm lessened.

“I got this from the medical bay.” The Weraynian informed her as he pulled the device out of her arm once more and gently pushed the bone sticking out of her arm back in. The skin healed over almost immediately. I was utterly confused.

“Thank you.” Sophie said with a sigh of relief. “But why are you healing me?”

The Weraynian shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. “A child who burns as bright as you should continue to shine. Plus, this way I get to see you suffer for longer.”

Her eyes flashed with fear at his words. “Tha.... those are contradictional statements.” She managed to splutter out.

“Oh yes.” The Weraynian answered.

I watched as Sophie struggled to keep her eyes open, knowing that the medicine in her blood was causing her to drift out of consciousness. A moment later she was knocked out.

The Weraynian chuckled, and then he ripped her bonds off and draped her over his shoulder yet again. I groaned as he moved over to me and did the same.

“Why do you keep moving us?” I snapped as he put me on the opposite shoulder to the one Sophie was on and then got a grip on both my waist and hers.

“Out of necessity.” He replied, and then we bobbed up and down as he moved through hallways, down elevators and finally deposited us in an empty bedroom. He pushed me against a bedpost, and placed his foot on Sophie’s stomach. He then pulled a pair of technologically advanced handcuffs out of his bag and proceeded to put them on me. He clamped one part over one of my wrists, looped the cuffs around the bed post I was up against and then closed the second part on my other wrist. My eyes widened as I felt the electrical bonding the handcuffs immediately imposed on my wrists; if I could somehow manage to break free of the restraints, the cuffs would immediately send ten milli-amperes of electricity through my body and kill me instantly. I could tell the handcuffs were of Weraynian design as they’d used weapons and devices with similar functions in the Great War. Plus, despite their list of faults, humans were not this cruel.

Sophie then received the same treatment after she was pushed against the other bed post. Once the Weraynian was sure we were both secure, he gave a curt nod of approval and left the room. I turned to see Sophie with her head lolled against the bed, her arm healing rapidly as she slept. I sighed, feeling relieved that the Weraynian had cared enough to save her. That was incredibly suspicious though, and I wondered if he’d had another motive in fixing her arm. The liquid in the device hadn’t affected her in any way other than healing her exceptionally fast, so he wasn’t trying to poison her or somehow control her using the drug. I pondered only a moment longer before giving up, it wasn’t like it mattered either way.

Staring at the ceiling, I tried to work on a plan to stop the Weraynian but I couldn’t make my brain work properly. All the people I’d seen dead or injured in the past day flashed behind my eyes and I had to be careful not to scream. I knew now why my parents were so terrified of the Weraynians; they were honestly the most powerful and unforgiving race in the known universe. Every time I thought I understood the Weraynian, he would go and do something to counter that, such as healing Sophie or the fact that he used the ship’s laser to burn the forest instead of attacking the crowd. He was clever, he was conniving, he was slippery, and he knew exactly what to do to beat us.