The Warrior's Pet(2)

Giselle agreed with the woman. It seemed a shame to put down some poor creature if spaying it would work. And if the thing needed a home, hell she'd take it in. Giselle opened her mouth to chime in then closed it realizing there was no way she could take in more than a dog or cat, and even that violated her lease. The vets probably had some poor wolf or something that needed rescuing. Still she was a softy like the woman outside the room. If the critter could be saved, they should at least try.

"We are too far to return her and she cannot go to the colony." The man insisted.

"Please Exo." Giselle watched a small hand with narrow wrist reach out and touch the man placatingly.

The man's shoulders seemed to drop, and he sighed. "The Jurou Biljana were sighted not far off."

"Exo they are flesh merchants." The woman exclaimed with a gasp as she quickly drew her hand back.

"But there are worse things. It is your only choice."

Giselle saw the woman nod slowly. She felt so bad. Flesh merchant, was that like sending the poor beast to the sausage factory? That wasn't better than being put down.

"What the hell?" Giselle wondered as she hopped down off the gurney to give the man a piece of her mind.

Giselle's knees gave out as her feet hit the frigid glass-like floor. She caught herself before hitting the ground but got tangled in the white robe she was wearing. A pinging alarm sounded and Giselle turned to see a light on the arm of the bed flashing.

A shocked gasp behind her had Giselle turning back around. What greeted her caused Giselle to lose her grip and immediately slide to the smooth floor.

In the doorway stood two impossibly tall slender individuals. It was hard to discern from the bright lights all around but the pair were not normal looking. As they approached, Giselle could better see their eyes. The dark large orbs were almost almond shaped and had no discerning features like pupils or an iris. Their arms and legs were long enough to give the two a gangly appearance, with skin so pale it almost glowed. The shorter female bent down to help Giselle up and she noticed the woman had a finger missing on each hand.

Suddenly things fell into place in her mind, like tumblers in a lock. The duo looked not quite human because they weren't!

"Aliens!"

Giselle inched away from the hand outstretched to her, horror dawning on her face. They had been talking about her. They had taken her from her home to go to some weird colony. She was the one they were going to put to sleep or hand over to flesh merchants.

"I don't think so." Giselle shouted.

She summoned all her energy and hopped up, much to the surprise of the two alien creatures in front of her. Giselle fled to the opposite side of the bed and stood crouched waiting to see what they would do.

"How in the hell am I getting out of this one?" She wondered with mounting fear.

The woman looked at her sadly. As the man pulled her from the room Giselle thought she saw the woman mouth the words, "I'm sorry."

No sooner had they gone when a sweet almost metallic odor filled the room. Giselle's head nodded then lolled to the side as her legs gave out, tunnel vision obscuring her view.

"Nooooooooo! They're putting me to sleep." Was Giselle's final desperate thought as darkness closed in.



Giselle was shocked when she came to, her arms flailing, her fist knocking painfully into a hard metal wall. She cracked her eyes, but the room was dim. Her muscles were stiff from lying on the cold steel floor.

"Where are the aliens?" Giselle wondered.

There was shuffling, and she rubbed at her eyes hoping they would adjust faster to the dim light.

Suddenly a hairy arm snaked out and grabbed her round the middle tugging her off the floor. Giselle cried out in panic but the furry hand clamped over her mouth as it hauled her into the middle of the room.

The hairy arms were like bands of iron as the thing held her to its chest. From how big the hands were and how high she dangled off the floor the creature must be huge. More shuffling and the sounds of a dozen panting breaths and grunts approached her. Giselle caught sight of a large furry shoulder then a face loomed in front of hers.

If Giselle's mouth hadn't been covered the blood-curdling scream would've deafened the creature staring into her eyes.

The face that looked back at her reminded Giselle of something straight out of Planet of the Apes. The beast had short fur all over except its face and the palms of its hands. Its eyes were chocolate brown with harsh brows. The alien face had a nose that was large even for the beast's size, wide and turned up at the end. Its nostrils flared as it huffed. When the thing bared its mouth full of sharp teeth Giselle nearly fainted, her heart beating a mile a minute.

Dozens of large hands covered in various shades of brown fur reached out and prodded at her. Giselle attempted to squirm free, but it was a waste of energy and only seemed to incite the alien creatures further.