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Cold. Fear.Unfeeling eyes stare at Lend as he’s forced up against a metal contraption. A smile curls on the face of a blue skinned, bat-winged creature that towers above him. Blue electricity is pressed crudely to his face, and a voice slithers from the throat of the other worldly being. “There’s nowhere to run, human.”Lend, wrenched away from his home in the wild loses everything in one eternal moment. Not only have these creatures, who call themselves Citizens, steal his world, now his freedom. Forced into the back of a speedcar the aliens take him to a warehouse. Ill fed, terrified humans huddle in the darkness waiting to be purchased by a Citizen. Losing all identity except the name human Lend fights to regain the freedom he, and his race have lost.Purchased by the daughter of the most powerful Citizen on the planet Lend finds his world churning. The female Citizen shows him a new side of the alien race who he believed was incapable of love or trust. Jealousy rages in her relationship with her future mate, and Lend runs from the killer inamorato. With the threat of being burned alive, Lend collides straight into a force beyond his control. Does he have what it takes to become a savior? Or will he be enslaved at the hands of the powerful beings who corrupted our world.
A sample chapter from my Sci-fi dystopia romance novel
Chapter 1
"Scream, human." A cold voice slid across the
room. Blue electricity danced in front of a young girl's eyes; her pulse
racing in her throat. Her golden locks hung in waves down her back as she
placed a hand against her heart. She backed up a step as an icy, cold,
blue hand snaked across her throat and lifted her two feet off the ground.
"Scream." The voice hissed. A face appeared in the moon
light, blue skin, pointy ears, and a shot of grayish hair; thin membrane wings
were spread across a taunt back, and webbed fingers and toes curled. The
girl let out a whimper as he squeezed harder. The large creature grinned
silently as the girl fell limp in his hands.
* * *
The City loomed large and beautiful; buildings scraped the bright, blue sky. Silver streets were streaked with flames of
color as speedcars blurred by. Signs
blinked simultaneously, retching their product or business with ferocious
flare. The noise was deafening. Children shouted in the
streets, Guardians barked orders and the City radio squawked from ancient
speakers. It was pandemonium at its
best.
Morthane stood in his large office staring down over the City. The streets were filled with glistening
speedcars, dots of blue skinned Citizens and humans lapping at their master’s
heels. He watched as neon signs blinked,
advertising the latest gadgetry and fashion.
He glanced down at his tight black pala, a strong material toga,
stretched across his blue skin, toning his perfectly formed muscles. The fashion really hadn’t changed since
they’d invaded earth some thousand years ago.
He got a glimpse of his own reflection in the large window and narrowed
his eyes. He was 6’7, his chest muscular
and broad; his blue skin was a shade darker than most Citizens. He ran his fingers through his short, black,
hair that was styled neatly, his jaw was strong, his face handsome.
His office was large, too large his wife always had told him. It fit his personality. The windows filled the wall behind him so
that he could look out over the City anytime he wanted. He loved space, and the fifty some odd feet
ceilings gave him plenty. The opposite
wall was filled with black files; every human who’d ever crossed Human Co’s
doors was recorded. He had an exact
count even. His eyes zeroed to the other
side of the wall where a large portrait hung of him and his family. His two children Jania and Boron looked down
on him with wide smiles. His
family. He sighed softly to himself. He was loosing them; Rasa had been clear
about that. He’d ignored the warnings,
instead focusing on building an empire.
Human Co went through how many thousands of humans a year?
It wasn’t that he didn’t care for his family, he was just,
focused. Morthane blew out a slow breath
feeling tension build in his muscles. What
was wrong with him? He walked over to
his desk, which was black marble; cold air blowing through the air ducts. I like it cold. He thought, as he sat down pulling up a file
that had been on his mind. He touched
the screen with the tip of his webbed finger and saw several human faces; he
needed to get them sold. Citizens just
didn’t buy humans like they used to.
They were so particular now about the breed, the bone structure, and
health of the animal they purchased. He
sent hunters out every three to six months to track down more of the creatures
and bring them into his warehouse. They were becoming more and more
difficult to find, humans were getting smarter, if that was possible. He
smirked. His wife’s face came into his mind, her long brown hair, lean
figure, and pale gray eyes pleading. She’d hated Human Co; she told
him it was cruel. He pushed the thoughts away, turning toward his luring
office space. He felt bored.
He couldn’t help but replay what he’d said to Rasa just before
she’d packed up their two kids and walked out the door. She’d given him a choice, Human Co or
her. He’d chosen his business. He couldn’t let it die. His Father had run this business, and his
father before that, and generations past.
It was a part of whom he was, a part of his legacy. He cast a side glance at the large portrait;
it was almost as if he could feel the disappointment in those eyes staring down
at him. He'd threatened to have her
banned. A muscle jerked in his
face. That was stupid, but did he really
feel like he could be with a mate who hated his business?
His office manager suddenly appeared before him. He raised his hand in
greeting and she bowed slightly.
“Sir, your shipment has just arrived. There's
an unruly one that needs to be tranqued.” She said this so matter-of-
factly that Morthane raised his hand again in dismissal. Humans were still humans.
“Fine, do whatever is necessary. I have
a lot to do today. Ship him off to the
first Citizen once he’s been detained.” The
woman nodded and left him. He felt a strange pang at her departure.
Maybe he’d go detain the animal himself.
* * *
Morthane stood near the window of his warehouse his eyes taking in the new
humans. He looked at a file in his hand
scanning the page, five hundred; a small shipment. It was always messy business when they
brought in the new ones from the wild.
He watched from the window for a moment as his guards corralled the women
to one side and the men to the other side.
They’d be taken to the disinfected chambers where they’d be washed
thoroughly and given fresh palas to wear.
He pressed his hand against the glass getting a good look at them. They always clung to each other. It was something he didn’t understand, their
need for each other. He observed one
woman who was wailing, her arms outstretched toward a man on the opposite
side. He found it easier to handle them
when he pulled the women and men apart.
You’d think he was the devil himself the way these humans carried
on.
His attention was grabbed toward the back corner where he noted
the man that needed to be tranqued. He was tanned, around 6’3”, with long
black hair that fell almost to his waist.
He was jumping, running around, and shouting at his guards, shaking them
off like children. His guards were
always hesitant to damage his goods, which was the way he’d trained them, but
this display was downright stupid. The
other humans were staying out of the crazy man’s path as he pounded on the
walls trying to find a way to escape his prison. Humans. They were
wonderful animals once they were trained. Stupid things. Their lot in life was to serve and to
die. He thrust his hand on the scanner and the door swished open.
“Morgel, I’ll handle him myself.” The small Citizen scampered away like a
rat as Morthane entered the warehouse. He pulled out his tranq gun and
aimed it at the animal’s chest. A flash exploded and in a moment the
human fell convulsing to the ground. He let his mouth twitch into half a
smile. No problem. He slid the tranq into its holder and strolled
over to the man. The other humans
scattered from him like cockroaches in the light. He leaned down to take
a closer look. This one looked strong, muscles bulged from his arms and
legs. His skin was bare except a home made pair of human pants. He let
out a satisfied grunt then turned and left the warehouse.
* * *
Lend opened up a lazy
eye. He felt pain ripple through his head and wondered if he should just
sleep a little longer. Then, like a
tornado, everything came back. Hundreds of humans caught. His eyes fluttered. His body tried to
fight the tranq’s power but within a moment he was lost in its cruel grip,
blackness slamming into the back of his skull.
Lend
sat near the fire listening to his Mother hum a gentle tune. He sharpened
his knife on a stone as he sat. His sister, Bree, was stirring the stew, her
small frame swaying to and fro to the music. Lend sighed in
contentment. His Father and brother were preparing the meat.
"Mom, is
there anything else you need for the stew?" His Mother glanced up,
her eyes squinting at the sun’s brilliancy.
"Could you
gather a few herbs from the garden?" Lend nodded and rose, sliding
his knife into its holder against his thigh. He followed the small trail his
eyes glancing at the familiar markings. His gut began to get
uneasy. He looked around as if something was lurking in the shadows.
They were well hidden from the Citizens, but something felt wrong. He
shrugged it off. He’d been edgy for awhile now.
He stopped to
gather the herbs his Mother desired when the hair on the back of his neck
prickled. He heard movement nearby and pulled out his knife. His
keen eyes darted to the trees on either side of him. Something wasn't
right. All of the humans in his camp knew not to sneak up on each other.
Suddenly, a blue streak struck the ground beside him. Lend tumbled
forward and into a hard run his arms pumping furiously. He heard the Citizen
howl in anger as the ground crackled behind him. A blue flame dashed the
ground inches from his feet. He dove into the forest dodging trees and
swiping branches from his face. He heard the Citizen barking
orders. Oh, no. There are more of them, he thought. The
forest sizzled behind him as the ballistic Citizens went into a rage.
Run, run, his frantic thoughts screamed. His family's faces raced through
his mind as the cool air whipped around him. What if they were already
captured?
He plummeted into a deep ditch hitting
the earth hard. His breath escaped him as he tried to stand back up
again. A heavy foot pressed up against the side of his face. He struggled
to get up and managed to push the Citizen off of him, but when he turned around
he faced a group of power crazed creatures. They looked at him with deep
set scowls. Two walked toward him holding heavy chains in their webbed
hands.
"There's
nowhere to run," a deep voice rumbled.
Lend pulled out his knife and gripped the handle tightly. He heard one of the Citizens laugh.
“What is that?” Lend knew it wouldn’t do any good. One lunged for him and he swung his knife
slicing a thin trail of blood down the creature’s arm.
“This human thinks he
can fight.” More laughter. They lunged at him, he swung, dodging and
pushing the creatures into each other.
“Just grab him!” He heard their leader craw. He felt heat hit the back of his leg. He jumped to the left letting one of the
Citizen’s weight fall over his shoulder and onto the ground. He heard the Citizen swear as it made a grab
for his legs. He jumped back turning in
a circle his eyes dark with fury. Pain
exploded in the back of his skull. He
staggered. He felt a blow knock him off
his feet and onto his face; his body hit the dirt with a thud. He heard someone hissing as another jumped
onto him pinning him to the ground. He growled trying to shake the heavy
body off of him. Blue flames slammed the ground near Lend's face
crackling and exploding, scorching his cheek. The Citizen pulled him up
by his hair and shoved him against the side of a metal vehicle. He’d heard about these vehicles—they were
called speedcars— unlike anything humans had produced. Pure alien.
He could smell burnt flesh as the webbed hands pulled his arms tight
behind him. The other Citizens hissed
and laughed as they began shoving others from his tribe into the back of the
speedcars. He tried to see if his family was among the group, but he was
forced into the horde of humans and prodded into the back of the vehicle.
* * *
Lila dodged her boyfriend’s intense stare as she walked into the door of his
apartment. It was large and open, the
walls stark white, the furniture a rich black.
She’d always thought this place was too masculine for her taste. She knew what conversation was coming and
dreaded it. She looked up to see her
6’9” boyfriend hovering near another figure.
One word described Jodge.
Huge. He had blonde hair that was
typically fused into a point; his black wings covered his back like a
cape. He was distracted for a moment so
she set her purse down on the table glancing in the hallway mirror. She prodded her pins loose, fiery red hair
came spilling down her shoulders. It was
long, down to her waist, curling at the end.
She sensed someone behind her and turned.
“Hi, beautiful,” He said warmly pulling her into his embrace. He was solid against her back, his breath
warming her cheek.
“Hi,” She whispered looking up into his face. He had a strong jaw, a rounded nose, pointy
ears, and blue eyes. Her heart quickened
as he bent close to her ear and whispered.
“I got a new human.” Lila turned her head breaking the large Citizen’s
embrace. She caught movement where Jodge
had just been standing a moment before.
A beautiful human girl stood with a blank expression on her face. She was lean; her blonde hair curling around
her shoulders, her face was perfect.
Lila’s heart squeezed. He meant to hurt her. She’d damaged
his pride and now he was aiming for her heart.
“She’s been assisting me all day.” His voice was husky as he spoke
stroking the back of Lila's black, leathery wings. A shudder ran through
her as her eyes darted up to his face, fury rising in her chest.
“This won’t change anything, Jodge.” She spoke coolly taking a step back from
him. Jodge gave a brilliant smile,
trying to charm his way back into her heart.
“I’ve been training her, trying to find out what she’s capable
of.” Lila’s mouth twitched into a hard
line as she watched Jodge pull the human close to him, his dark blue skin
touching the pale girl's arm. The girl was clearly frightened, shaking
like a leaf.
“She has to give me what I want, Lila. You, on the other hand...” He flung the girl away as if a rag doll. She uttered a sharp cry as she hit the wall
and slumped to the floor. Lila felt a stab of pity. Poor thing, she did
nothing wrong. She pushed Jodge's large hands away. He wasn’t getting
anything from her. Not tonight.
Jodge lifted his hands to her face and held her chin softly.
“I’m just trying to understand.
Why won't you just say ‘yes’ and be my mate?” Lila couldn’t help
but melt just slightly at his touch.
“I'm not ready for that yet.” She
whispered, her wings fluttering out around her like black silk. Jodge
gave a nervous laugh. “When will you
be ready?” The girl Citizen shifted her weight pulling her face out of
his hands.
"It’s complicated,"
She said.
"That's because we've
never— ." She grabbed his webbed hands and looked into his blue
eyes.
"I don't agree with
what you're doing." Jodge studied her face for a moment.
"The humans?"
"Yes." He
laughed, his dark bat—like wings unfolding slightly, they settled back against
his body once more. He ran his webbed
fingers over his face in exasperation. Jodge walked over to the girl
laying on the floor, staring down at her.
"She's nothing.
Just a game I like to play." He reached out for Lila and
kissed her lips fiercely. Lila was not convinced.
"It's wrong, Jodge. It's breaking the laws."
"Since when have you
followed the laws, Lila?" The girl closed her eyes.
"That's beside the
point."
“I'll take the human
back. She wasn’t worth it anyways.
Besides, halfsies are disastrous creatures.” The comment helped a
little. Halfsies were immediately destroyed before birth or just shortly
after. Citizens and humans should never
mix. She looked at the human and put her hand on the girl's light
hair. She was young. Maybe fifteen
eons? She gently shook the girl.
“Wake up, human.” The girl’s lip trembled as she stood to her feet.
She was dressed in a pale blue pala; her blonde hair was ruffled but otherwise
still perfect. "Get me some coffee.” The girl let out a small
whimper and glanced at Jodge, then walked toward the kitchen. Jodge
looked pleased with himself. He reached for Lila and she came into his
arms again.
* * *
Morning brought the realization that his wife was really gone. The house was silent, empty, deserted.
Morthane groaned, shoving his webbed feet out of bed. He glanced at his face in the mirror.
Dark blue skin, short black hair, and coal black eyes blinked back at
him. He was well admired in the City, even feared; he was born into a
powerful family and they’d been selling humans for hundreds of years. His
mind drifted back to the man whom he’d tranqed the other day. He had gotten
unruly again and they'd iced him. Just for an hour.
He could hear his wife’s voice nagging him. You're
heartless. Those poor humans! It had
been a mistake to take her to Human Co; they’d iced humans and she had
watched. Rasa had been raised different
than he was. Her Father had been one of
the few Citizens to stand up against his father. It was ironic that her father had put her
with him. He would never call it
love. Love was a human fairy tale. Citizens didn’t fall in love, they just
accepted each other. And now—she was
gone. Maybe it was time to get out of this business. He
shook his head at the thought. He needed to be distracted. He
strained his body into action. The smell that came from the kitchen
caught his attention. Coffee. It was a delectable thing that they’d
discovered from some of the first humans. His slaves must have brewed him
some; he took one more glance at the mirror and pulled on his pala.
Black. Always black. Like my soul. He thought darkly. I miss you Rasa. He pushed her
face from his mind. He should have listened to her. He scowled at his thoughts and came into the
kitchen his eyes still feeling heavy.
Three human women bowed down to him, nearly kissing his feet. Pesky humans. He felt frustrated.
He shoved them out of the way. The smallest
girl came and sat a plate of food before him. She caught his eye and
smiled. His pulse quickened. She was pretty.
He found the temptation disturbing. One day without Rasa and he was already
tempted into making a halfsie; half human half Citizen? He ran a hand
over his face and pushed the plate away.
“I’m leaving.” He stood to
his feet and grabbed the young girl’s wrist.
He stared into her frightened eyes.
“Get out of my house.” The small girl looked hurt, her hands
starting to shake as he released her.
She turned and started to walk away.
Humans who were banned into the wild died quickly; they were too weak
once they'd been trained. He questioned his cruelty. He thought twice and
remembered Rasa. She wouldn’t want him to ban the human.
“Wait.” The girl stopped and turned, her eyes filled with those awful
tears humans produced.
“Just get to work.” He grunted. She nodded respectively.
Stupid human. He hated himself for thinking those thoughts. He
slammed the door and headed to Human Co.
* * *
Lila went down to Human Co. She had no idea why, maybe just
to get away from Jodge. She felt like
she couldn't think straight when he was near her. She glanced at the new
humans, bored. They were all the same. Same scared expression, same
faces, all the same. She sighed, annoyed that she’d come down here.
Suddenly, one of them moved. Struggled. He had been on his knees
while most humans were free to move around. His hands were tied behind
him, his body iced, lying on the ground.
But this one was putting up a fight. She noticed the handlers
holding tranq guns in their webbed hands. Her eyes drew back to his
form. He had large muscles and thick black hair.
Unruly. That was the first word that came to her mind.
She liked him. He glanced up at her, his eyes full of pain. His body shivered.
“That one.” A Citizen with yellow, wiry, hair glanced at her
surprised.
“He is untrained, ma’am. We've had
to ice him three times now.” Lila frowned noting the marks on the male
human’s body. He'd been punished severely by the looks of it.
“Get him for me, now.” Her voice held authority that none dared
disobey. Within a moment Lila had bought herself a new human. It
was about time a human had a backbone.
* * *
Lend was tied up and thrown into the back of a speedcar. He shook, his
body still reacting to being iced. He
could hear the Citizen start up the engine, heat kicked out the back vent. In a few moments his muscles started to spasm
as they began to unthaw.
“That should get you moving again.” He heard her say cheerily from the
front. It was painful. The cold and hot combined made his body burn. He moaned softly not wanting the Citizen to
hear it. She turned slightly in her
seat.
“What a moron my brother is.
Doesn’t he know you’re not supposed to ice a human body more than
once?” She made a little disgusted noise
as she reached a long arm back behind her and turned all of the vents onto
him. Warm air blasted him. He let out an audible groan and she winced.
“Just try to relax. Icing
takes awhile to recover from.” She
turned back around leaning back against her seat as the automatic car carried
them through the streets of downtown. It
was silent but for the sound of the vents letting out whooshes of air. Lend let his mind drift. Who was she?
Fear made his body break out into cold sweats. His arms finally felt unthawed. He moved slightly. Still painful. His legs were still held together like
someone had wrapped them in tight, cold, ropes. Anger boiled inside his
chest like a hot cauldron. What am I
going to do? He thought.
Lend sat up slightly as the car
turned sharply through the streets. He
looked over at the Citizen woman. She
looked wealthy, her body was adorned with expensive jewelry, her fiery red hair
held glittering diamonds. Why had she
bought him? The car suddenly came to a quick stop. His shoulder hit
the seat and he groaned slightly. He
slumped back down. He heard the doors
swoosh open. The girl Citizen grabbed
him from the back and hulled him out. He winced.
“Walk, human.” Lend’s legs
felt wobbly as she placed him on his feet. Citizens never called them by
their name. It was always human.
Lend found it terse. Maybe he was just new to this whole slave thing, but he
hated it already. He walked cautiously;
every step caused burning pain to race up and down his calves. It was like walking on coals. Not that he’d ever walked on coals. He looked up at the alien and found her
staring at him. His expression
darkened.
Lila found this human fascinating.
She could almost read his thoughts that were playing through his dark
eyes. He wanted her throat. She
felt a thrill. She knew he could never hurt her, she was stronger; she was,
after all, the superior race. The human took tentative steps
forward. She could tell that he was in
pain from being iced. She’d never bought
a human who’d been iced before, they usually were trouble. She watched thoughts going through his mind.
He wanted to fight. She gripped his arm and looked up at his face.
“Don’t be foolish.” She let a
small surge of power go through her hand. He looked at it and pulled his
arm away quickly. So, he’d felt the
power before had he? She felt a stab of pity go through her chest.
She led the way, keeping her eye on him as they made their way into her
apartment. He looked lost. She didn’t blame him. She
approached him as they came to the second floor.
“My name is Lila.” She looked him over as if assessing what he
would understand. The human listened,
his eyes intent on her face. His gaze was like ice.
“Your purpose is to obey me. If you don’t, I want you to understand that I
can have you destroyed.” The human nodded.
Lend observed his new master with an acid-like stare.
She had chiseled features, high cheek bones, petite nose, and a slim
body. Her skin was pale blue and red
hair adorned her head. She had flashing
green eyes and black leathery wings that were curled against her back. Lend walked down a long hall, the lights
dim. He hoped his fear didn't show on his face as the creature took him
to a doorway.
"This is your room,
human." Lend looked down the other side of the hall, a woman peaked
her head out one of the doors. She stared at him for a moment then shut
the door quickly when she spotted Lila. Lend turned toward the Citizen
woman feeling empty, defeated. She turned and walked away as he opened
his door and stepped inside his tomb. The room was as empty as his
feelings. It was dimly lit with a single bed, a small lamp, and a dresser
shoved against one corner. He walked over to the dresser and opened it up
feeling his muscles scream at him with pain. Inside were bland gray clothes.
He pulled one out. Was that a dress? He looked on it
with disgust. He didn't know who these aliens thought they were, but he
was not going to wear a stupid dress.
He'd rather wear his human pants that the warehouse keeper had tried to
strip off of him. He'd bitten him. He closed the drawer roughly and
stared at the wall. A few moments later there was a soft knock on the
door. He opened it and saw a young woman standing there. She smiled
at him.
"Hi, I'm Gali."
"Lend."
"Welcome to our home."
"Thanks." She nodded and then turned and walked
away. Lend closed the door with a thud and leaned up against the back of
it. He had to get out of here and find his family. Their faces
flashed before him bringing a stinging pain to his chest. His fingers curled into a fist.