Monday, November 5, 2012
I am so freaked out. The Kalquorians know we’re here. I just can’t figure out why they haven’t forced me to go with them since I’m childbearing age.
Mom and I woke this morning to find a container full of food and a vid message recorder on the dining room table. I nearly shit myself when I saw that stuff. I didn’t want to touch any of it. Someone had found us. Someone had come in the house while we were asleep.
So I’m standing there, shaking all over, staring at this stuff like it’s a sack full of rattlesnakes. Mom was herself for a change, which meant she was pissy. “Stop being such a baby, Shalia. We need to know what’s going on.” So she marched over and switched the recorder to play.
A vid appeared in front of us, a full size recording of that Kalquorian I’d thought of as the squad leader who was roaming the street yesterday. The one with the straight hair in the ponytail? Yep, there he suddenly stood, freaking looming over me and Mom. Damn, that bastard is big. I only come up about chest high to him. Most shocking of all, his image wore a gentle smile. He was actually handsome with that expression on his face. His face was smooth, looking like he was in his early to mid 20’s. From what I understand, Kalquorians live past the two-century mark. I have no idea how old he actually might be. He even had an innocence about him, like life hadn’t had the opportunity to mark him yet.
We won’t even discuss how his body looked. Seeing him from a distance in that skintight bodysuit hadn’t prepared me for what he looked like up close. Muscles, muscles, muscles. And his groin was even more impressive than I’d initially thought. Despite not having the best of experiences with men and sex, I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like naked. Maybe it was that boyish expression on his face. The lack of guile. I’m not sure. I don’t even know why I’m writing all this down.
Anyway, the recording plays. Mr. Alien says, “Greetings, Mataras. I am Dramok Dusa, a scout with the Kalquorian rescue mission based out of your law training facility. We have established a rescue and aid center within the boundaries of the training academy.”
“It is with great sadness that I report that all Earthers must evacuate your planet. You are no doubt aware of the explosions, known to you as Armageddon. These were caused by nuclear devices beneath your major cities and triggered by the Kalquorian entrance into your atmosphere through the Bermuda Triangle vortex. Because of this event, Earth will be uninhabitable in approximately two years. It is vital we get you onto an Earther colony of your choice or to Kalquor to save your lives.”
“We realize you may be hesitant to accept our offer of rescue. I will visit you again in five days to discuss any concerns you may have. In the meantime, please accept the food and clean water I have left for you. You should not be drinking water from the nearby river as our tests have shown it contains harmful bacteria. I have made a scan of you as you slept, and you appear to be healthy at this time.”
“Should you prefer to seek shelter and assistance before the five days are up, you are more than welcome to come to the Academy. There we will register you so that any family members who are looking for you can be reunited. We will also explain your new home options and schedule a transport to take you where you wish to live.”
“I look forward to seeing you soon.”
Dramok Dusa disappeared, his great big self replaced by the floating words, Play recording again? He’d used an Earther device to record his message. I could see ‘Property of Law Enforcement Academy’ stamped on it. And he’d spoken perfect English, albeit with a kind of slurred accent.
Mom was already pawing through the container, which had fruits and vegetables. She shoved a peach in her mouth, not noticing as juice ran down her arm to drip off her elbow. She had already disappeared back behind the veil of dementia. As angry as she is when she’s herself, at least she could have offered a good sounding board for me to discuss our situation with. Now she was gone in that little girl mindset, leaving me to figure everything out on my own. Again.
It was on the tip of my tongue to warn her not to eat the food, which might have been drugged or poisoned. Then it occurred to me that had the Kalquorian wanted to hurt or kidnap us, he could have easily done so last night. I sure as hell never heard him come into the house. Okay, so apparently his kind aren’t in a hurry to harvest vaginas. That’s something of a relief, I guess.
Still, he’d said he’d done a medical scan. Even if it was a portable scanner that one just waves over the body, the idea makes me feel a little too vulnerable. Almost violated, in fact. The thought of it sends cold through my body despite the oppressive heat and humidity we’re having.
I shake to realize how helpless Mom and I had been against this Dramok Dusa despite the locked doors and windows (which were, by the way, still locked when I checked). He must have used a frequency disruptor to break in. I almost threw up just thinking about it.
He is coming back in five days. I have that long to find us another place to hide. At least I know who had been watching me at the river. The alien’s snide little remark about the water’s drinkability told me that much.
“Are we going to the Academy before he comes back?” My mother spoke around a mouthful of juicy peach.
“Now why would we do such a thing?” I snapped. “Didn’t you hear what he said? They’re registering Earthers. Getting a head count. Processing us. Then we’re off to work in their mines and have their freak alien babies.”
I realized I was repeating the government mantra on the evils of Kalquorians. I had no idea if they kept slaves for their mines these days, like they had done to Joshadans in the very distant past. The breeding thing was pretty much a foregone conclusion though.
“He said we could go to one of our own colonies. We don’t have to go to Kalquor.”
“It’s just a bunch of pretty lies told by the enemy. They know a good number of us are desperate enough to buy into it too.” I couldn’t help but poke around the container myself. Tomatoes, strawberries, lettuce, oranges, green beans, carrots, and so much more. Even two whole chickens, kept fresh in cooling containers. And water. Lots and lots of water.
“We can’t stay here. Earth is dying, he said. Or is that a lie too?” Mom asked.
No, that’s the truth. Mike told me if even just a quarter of the warheads went off, we were pretty much looking at extinction. But Mom’s eyes were filling with tears, and she looked scared. I don’t like my mother to look that way.
All my life, my mother Eve Monroe has been either suicidally depressed or abusively angry. She got the short end of the bipolar stick, since most sufferers bounce between depression and manic highs. Her highs come out mean. And she has an almost phobic hatred of medication and treatment, so she never got better. She was never a picnic to be around, but she was tough in her anger mode. Even depressed, she never came across as scared.
I can’t handle her scared. So I said, “We only have his word for it, don’t we? I think we can put off the panic for now.”
“All right,” she said and went back to eating fruit. She found a bunch of grapes and wandered into the back bedroom. She’s knitting baby booties in there, of all things. She must have enough to keep the toes of fifty newborns cozy by now. But I don’t say anything about it since it keeps her busy and happy.
I’m really scared of going out tonight, now that the Kalquorians are aware of where we’re hiding. I’m mostly worried about leaving Mom alone. But we have to go somewhere else. We can’t stay here anymore, waiting to be collected by our enemies.