“Wait, just another second,” she protested.
“There’s no time!” I pleaded as I ripped at her bonds.
“I’ve almost found him!” she shouted, unmindful of the tendrils that tried to force their way into her mouth.
I didn’t know who she was talking about. I didn’t care. Wrapping my arms around her, I ripped her from the squealing, shivering pod. It retracted away quickly like a deflated balloon, and the last remnants of the tubes that invaded her skin melted away in trickles of green and purple muck.
She lashed out at me in my arms, kicking and struggling to get her feet on the ground. With a look of pure rage, she punched me in the eye, knocking me flat on my back. In spite of her size and the blood oozing freely from her hundreds of puncture wounds and a deep gash in her side, she was incr
