Copyright first edition 2013, 2015
Chapter 3
I'm strapped in tight that my chest could barely lift to take in air. My eyes drew to horizon transforming from blue to a lush spread of green as the hovercraft descended to travel down the street of a mossy treelined town. It looked so like the life in the pictures in my mother's childhood photo album: more human than the colony and probably more humane.
The neighborhoods palatial not at all like the ghettos of the colony that is a concrete jungles of low-rise apartment buildings that swelled close to the filthy curbs. The quaint single-homes were set back from the streets. The houses coordinated in color from a ranch style light yellow house, small two-story light green home sat next to a whitewashed single family home. All had immaculate front yards of vibrant green grass and all that was missing was a picket fence with a little yipping dog and a baby bouncing around in a rolling walker. The streets were clean, the grey-white cement of the sidewalk looked like no one dared to drop a over-chewed wad of gum or hock a cold lurgey. Everything looked picture perfect but something was off.
As the hovercraft moved through the small suburb towards the small city center yet it was like a picture book of a ghost tow, completely empty. It was odd not seeing a single soul was outside; back home in the colony people always milled around outside moving here and there. When the hoover craft's gravitational pull kicked in; my stomach dropped so hard my knees gave in a bit. The craft landed in front of the only tall building at the edge of the city limit.
"Yeah, that first time is always doozy," Perfect Teeth remarked and pulled me to him by my arms. The red head officer grabbed my bag, hauling over his shoulder effortlessly without my necessary slant to one side to balance its weight with my own.
Their boots clomped down the ramp and into a tall art deco building that reminded me of the 1960s style buildings in New York my mom had pictures taken of Before Eclipse. An stone arch and a small glass door giving away no secrets to the inside of the building. I followed them inside trying to not get stampeded under their brisk walk. They guided me through the lobby and through the first do to a large room.
Mirrors again. The room filled with mirrors made my skin crawled all over my body because I suspected that the mirrors were probably two-way mirrors. Two-way mirrors always reminded me of taking the test knowing deadly aliens were on the other side observing.
The red head dropped my bag on a large table for scrutiny in the middle of the room and I forced to sit across from it on a alien green plastic chair. I sighed and tried not to slump in my chair but they events exhausted me emotionally and physically from my two hour hike to nowhere, or as it was, to where the Y'vori soilders ambushed-- picked me up.
The rusty haired man which I had assumed was the leader opened my bag and then took my things one by one and held each thing in the air. I realized that my items were being approved by whomever or whatever was behind the two-way mirror. I tried to not blush when Red-hair my panties and bras held up for alien approval. I huffed and tried to breath my tears back into my body that had been threatening to fall since I calmed down in the hoover craft. It was becoming too much, everything was becoming too overwhelming. Walking in the shale desert under the hot sun, I was hungry, being pushed to the hard ground at gunpoint by strange men, learning that humans had been living on this side of the realm and almost losing my mother's picture was finally took its toll on me. My eyes floated to the back of my head and everything went black.
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A strong smell had brought my sense back to me. I found that I was lying on a cot, my duffle bag was next to me and the Perfect Smile was leaning over me. My heart raced, frantically I searched the room for any aliens, as I jolted up which was a huge mistake because my brain started to swim upstream.
"Hey, hey, relax lie down."
"What happened?" I looked at my body as best as I could lying down. Everything seemed in order, no alien probs... yet.
"Here," he handed me a military canteen that was too shiny to have ever seen war, it actually looked like it belong in a museum instead of the front lines. "Drink," I obeyed.
"It tastes..." I couldn't pinpoint what was different. I knew it was water, but it didn't taste like the water back home, it was crisper, maybe our water wasn't as clean as we had tried to make it. Unless...? I quickly spat out the water as fast as it was coming into my mouth. I made a huge mistake and I tensed ready to run and fight.
"It's fine. Its not poisoned or tainted." Perfect Smile huffed incredulously and endearingly rolled his eyes. "It's probably clearer than any water you've ever had, heck its cleaner than the water we had Before Eclipse."
I searched his eyes for truth or any hint of malfeasance when I could find none, I surrendered with a drop of my shoulders and took the canteen again and drank. I drank and drank, i couldn't stop, i felt like my entire body, even on a cellular level was thirsty and needed so much hydration.
" Good. You're dehydrated and by the looks of you who knows that last time if ever that you had a decent meal." With that, Perfect Teeth stood up and picked up a tray of food and brought it over to me.
I didn't even question if it's tainted or not, I was so hungry and it smelled amazing, looked amazing like something from one of the Life Magazine paintings of Thanksgiving.
I took a bite of the orange mushy and it melted in my mouth -- sweet and tangy.
"What is this?" I couldn't help piping with my mouth full.
Perfect Teeth again chuckled, he had a habit of teasing me because of my lack of knowledge that was starting to annoy me. "You've never had sweet potatoes in the colony?"
"Sweet Potatoes? Potatoes are white."
Perfect Teeth's smile slide to one side as he rolled his brilliant eyes and huffed.
"What is this? I pointed to a large drumstick that was too large to be chicken?"
"Wild Turkey."
Wow, it was amazing, wild or captive. It didn't taste like the pretend chicken turkey my mom used to make.
"Not so fast, don't get used to this. You wont be eating too much human food when you are at college."
With that my heart dropped and I spit out my food and everything in the room rushed around me.
"Hey, hey slow down when you eat. didn't you mother teach you any table manners." She did, when it came to eating human food at a table. Perfect Smile ignored my probably blistering red face and my the girdling trying to regain my breath, coughing were the food went down the wrong passage.
"I wasn't-" I started and fear crept in stronger than before.
"Hey it's not that bad. Their food. You'll like it."
"You've had it before?" I dropped my fork with a clatter to the plate.
He stood blank poker face -- lying, "Alright now, finish up and then we will take you to your host home for the night."
I calmed myself and took a deep breath. I had learned three things in that short period of time. One, the humans in the realm had better food, better cooking options and seemed to have a normal life. Two, I was going to have to eat alien food soon. Three, I was actually going to go to college, which gave me some relief that I wasn't brought her to be exterminated but then I became excited and nervous for a whole new realization -- I was going to go to school with aliens.
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