Soul-Bonded to the Alien(62)

She slumped to the ground as the bubble was surrounded in the blackness the Sudir was emitting. She watched as it began to eat through the material coming closer to her. Soon it would surround her, enfold her in its darkness. She would lose herself to it for all eternity.

Just as she closed her eyes ready to surrender in defeat, there was a spark in her belly. The ring she was rubbing warmed up. ‘There’s always a way out.’ An errant thought ran through her head burrowing a hole directly to her brain.

“How?”

“You have to fight, look for it.”

“I can’t,” was she going crazy? She was taking to herself now? This didn’t sound like her inner voice, she rubbed the ring harder. Could Cal’s mother really be helping her?

A red hot poker scoured her brain driving into the center and twisting, leaving her screaming in pain.

“You can do it!” The thought was inside the poker infesting her brain with the need to fight.

Unable to ignore the urge to fight, she stiffly stood to her feet. The poker spread pain through her nervous systems stroking each nerve to alertness. Her body demanded she end the pain and prevent any more from coming their way.

She wobbled on her feet before catching her balance. If only she could think straight, with the fire in her brain she seemed to believe she could do anything or at least die trying. Yes, that is what she would do; she would once again defeat that part of her that wanted her to believe she couldn’t achieve. She would die, but at least she would be free. She gave a mental goodbye to Cal wishing he could hear it and faced off against the poison that was coming for her.

She had no better name for the black slime so she would call it poison. Not knowing what else to do, she began to build a white light around her. It’s what Cal had done when they soul bonded. It started at her feet and slowly encircled her moving up her body. The warmth of the ring infused itself into the light. She watched as the poison came together reinforcing itself.

It attacked before the light could fully engulfed her. The poison spread over her hammering at her defenses. It would attack her one unprotected area and swarm to infiltrate her there. The intensity of it touching her skin as it pierced her protective barriers of cloth made her stagger on her feet.

She fought back directing the light with her thought encircling the poison making a stand. Shouting as she killed it that she would not be a victim of the Sudir’s.

Knowing life as she knew it was over, she took every bit of essence she was born with and drove it like a hammering fist into the poison. She fell wishing she could have kissed Cal one last time.





Chapter Twenty Six




‘I’ve been here before.’ Paige turned to look at the barren landscape covering the hillside that sloped downward leading to the cave. Now that she was no longer living, she was free to admit the cave scared her.

Was this the next plane? If it was, where was Cal? He told her he would be there with her. Did he lie? Or maybe he didn’t die? She felt a pang in her moment of jealousy. She was glad he wasn’t dead, but she didn’t like the thought of another woman in his life.

She walked back into the part of the cave that held the gold sword. When she reached it she laid underneath it looking up in wonder. It was no longer attached securely to the ceiling. It was dangling precariously, any moment something would shake the cave and it would fall. Closing her eyes she fell asleep. Even on a different plane her body cried out for rest.

“Paige?”

A warm voice caressed her ear making her shiver. She ignored it and went deeper into her fog like sleep.

“Sunshine, wake up for me.”

Was that Cal? What was he doing here? Didn’t he understand that she had graciously given up her life so he would have a chance to meet someone new and live and love for a life time? She flinched away from the image of him with someone and climbed deeper into her fog like state.

“I won’t leave you, Paige. If you don’t wake up I’m coming to find you, where ever you have retreated to?”

The male was infuriating at times. Didn’t he understand she just wanted to rest for eternity? Obviously not because he kept talking, his voice coming closer and closer. Giving up with the air of a child conceding defeat, she tried to open her eyes. Why wouldn’t they open? ‘You’re dead,’ whispered the voice of reason.

How could he want her to come back from death? Yet it seemed that was what he was demanding. His voice was getting louder; he actually had the nerve to yell at her.

“Wake up, Paige it’s time to stop playing dead!”

Playing dead and was he shaking her lifeless body? Well that was just crude. She would just have to come back and tell him.