His Terran Treasure

Chapter 3 : Observing

'Hundred and fifty' Alexis counted as she did the last push up. Instead of going down on her stomach, she adjusted her body in the plank position. She started counting out loud. She reached five minutes when she heard the door being unlocked. She kicked her feet forward and stood upright. A different alien came in, ignoring her existence. She just stood watching him. He placed down two new containers, then he picked up her bloodstained pillow and blanket, making a disgusted sound at the sight of the dried blood. 'Hey, that was one of your guys that caused that' she retorted. He looked at her, but didn't say anything, before walking out with the bedding. She took the containers and sat down cross legged. Opening the one with the food, she looked at it curiously. It looked like meat and salad. She carefully tasted a small piece of everything, before deciding that it seemed edible enough. Chewing, she processed what she knew so far. Which wasn't a lot. She was abducted from her home during the night, getting her backside kicked by an alien in the process. She has no idea how long she was knocked out for. She was definitely a prisoner on a moving vehicle. She can feel the vibrations of powerful engines through the floor and walls. And sometimes when she concentrated she could hear a slight mechanical hum. The first alien she met said she was now a slave. Snorting at the thought, she laughed mentally. Little do they know that she is not exactly slave material.

They did not intend for her to die yet, otherwise they would not have provided her with food and water. She suddenly wondered how many other humans had been abducted. She remembered the news story she heard before she was taken, and she was willing to bet a whole month's salary that those missing women were on this spacecraft with her.

She drank the water, then closed the containers and placed them back by the door. Getting on the low bed, she lay on her back, just staring at the ceiling.

She had no idea how long she was caught in her own thoughts, before the door opened again and the first alien entered. He had clean bedding in his hands. 'What is your name?' she asked. He stayed quiet for a minute or two, deciding whether to answer her, and finally said 'Deklan'. He walked over, motioning for her to get up. She got up, and he placed the bedding on the bed. Then he handed her a folded bundle of fabric. She looked at it with a frown. She didn't have time to ask any more questions, as he walked out, taking the empty containers with him. She unfolded the bundle, and found that it was a shirt and long, loose fitting pants. She could almost kiss Declan. She felt rather exposed in her pajamas. She went into the tiny bathroom and dressed quickly.

Hours later, the other quiet alien brought in her dinner, that consisted of bread and a soup like substance, which she ate with a shrug of her shoulders. This pattern continued for a few days. Deklan did bring her soap when she asked, and she had to make do with it and the small basin. She was provided with clean clothes in the same style as the first set, every second day. She watched the aliens with a hawk eye, noticing that Deklan seemed to be stronger than the quiet one. They were armed with something that looked like it was a cross between a flashlight and a pistol, it was perched in a holster on their right hips.

She was slowly starting to formulate a plan. Deklan only came to her cell once a day, to bring in her lunch. The quiet, smaller alien came in with breakfast and dinner. She asked his name a few times, only to be answered by a silent stare with raised scaley eyebrows. It was starting to work on her nerves. She continued to exercise, working in a few Tae Bo routines. This amused Deklan countless times when he walked in while she was busy working out. 'Now I know why Suklo had bruises when he returned to the craft with you' he chuckled. 'Who is Suklo?' she asked. 'He is the one that brings your morning and evening meals' he answered. She finally had a name of the quiet one. And he will be the one she takes out when she attempts her escape. She had an idea of how strong he was. But the next time they fight, it wont be unexpected and in the dark.

She watched him closely from then. His straight gait when he walked told her he had no weakness in his legs, which irked her. She observed as much of his body beneath his uniform as she could, trying to gauge how he would fight back when she attacked. If he noticed her watching him like a predator, he didn't give any indication. She was building up rage against him, playing the scene in her garage over and over in her mind, mentally preparing for causing as much damage as she can.

She made sure to keep a balance between sleeping and working out, and ate what she was given, grateful that she could keep up her strength. She was on the spacecraft for exactly one month when she decided that it was time to execute her plan. She got into bed, deciding that dinner time on the next day, would be the perfect time. She had to keep in mind that she had no idea what waited outside the door of her cell, but she decided that she didn't care. She was getting off this spacecraft. How she was going to get home, she had no idea. But she would cross that bridge when she got to it. With her mind firmly made up, she fell asleep.