Zyaire's Forbidden Power

5. Rayne

Rayne

I’m grateful the chiseled alien saved me, but he was going to leave me. What kind of rescue did he think that was? I’m grateful I wasn’t r***d but I need help.

I never heard of a deaf alien. He wasn’t like the Vrakkil. He was purple for one, but not just any kind of purple. His skin was lavender and iridescent. His eyes were blue in a face too beautiful for an alien. He had dark brown hair that was braided and piled on top of his head like a braided ninja bun.

Glancing behind me, I almost startled when he was so close that I could smell his skin. His aroma reminded me of cedarwood and lavender. His body was muscular and toned, for an alien eight feet tall. He had tree trunk legs and arms like steel beams.

Thinking of the heat that spread through me when he grabbed me, caused a puddle of liquid between my legs. All of me ached and my n*****s were sore. Rolling my eyes, I yanked off the n****e clamps and dropped to my knees with the urge to yell, as blood surged through my engorged n*****s. Tears flowed down my face. All of a sudden, I was picked up and carried as I pointed down the hall to the third door on the right.

Wiping my tears away, he sat me down and placed a finger to his lips. He went inside and closed the door behind him.

What the hell?

A few minutes later, he came out with another alien. It wasn’t the purple alien, and it wasn’t Esme. “Where was Esme?”

The alien stopped leaning on my savior. “Who is Esme?”

I pointed to myself. “A human female like myself. They tossed her into a cell with a purple alien.”

Wincing the alien straightened. “They had done some experiments on him and took him down this hall.” He stepped forward and rushed down the hall.

My savior grabbed my arm. His fingers moved so fast, if I blinked, I would miss the entire conversation.

“I don’t know what they did to him, but if I had to guess, they gave him some kind of s****l stimulants like they did me. They kidnapped us to breed with them, but the other humans died before carrying their babies to term. They probably wanted to experiment to see if humans were compatible with more than the Chalizeah aliens.” Rushing behind the alien, I held the door open for him to follow me. We reached the lower level and I stopped as we came upon several cages filled with all kinds of aliens. Looking behind me, I froze as my savior sliced through the locks and thrust the cage doors open.

“What are you doing? We can’t trust these aliens.” I rushed to him, but an orange alien stepped in front of me. He raised his claws at me but froze as sharp claws thrust into his heart from behind.

My savior held the dead alien up to all the cages and pointed his blood claws at me and then at the dead alien. His meaning was clear.

He went on freeing the aliens and they started working to free the others. Turning, I saw the alien motion for us to follow him. I frowned as I waited for him to slice through the lock of the cell. Looking at his hands, I noticed he had no claws like my savior.

“Can you get him to slice the lock?” He stepped back.

I saw Esme and froze. She was cradled in the vicious purple alien’s arms. Oh no, we were too late.

Grabbing the bars, I bared my teeth. “I’m going to kill you. You hurt my friend, and now I’m going to end you.” Snarling like a rabid, mangy dog, I felt strong arms move me aside, swish the lock fell aside and my savior was inside the cell.

Running inside, I dashed past him, to get to the purple alien, but I was lifted off the floor from behind. Turning around, I saw my savior shaking his head. When he sat me down, he shook his head again.

“What is his name? Does he talk? My name is Fellan Nadir.”

The golden buff alien nodded at me like a polite gentleman. Trembling, I glanced at Fellan. “He’s deaf and I never asked him his name, but I guess I should have. He did save me.”

I watched in awe as some kind of silent communication passed between the two purple aliens; he relinquished Esme, after gently tapping on her cheek.

“Esme, are you hurt?”

She twitched then reached for the dark purple alien. “I’m fine. He killed ten of the guards then ran out of the cell.”

Frowning, I looked at her. “What do you mean he ran out of the cell, he’s here with you.”

She hung her head. “Yes, when he killed all of their men, they opened the cell and let him leave, he walked out and then he came back in for me. He came back, killed the aliens and locked us inside.”

“Ladies, we need to move. I have no intentions of staying here,” said Fellan.

“How can you understand each other?” asked Esme.

Fellan smiled and tapped the side of his head. “I have a neuro translator that allows me to understand any language.” He moved out the cell and motioned for us to follow him. I grabbed savior’s hand and we walked from the cell. When he stopped walking, I turned around.

Where was Esme?

The purple alien was standing in the cell and he was kicking Esme out the cell. He would put her out and she would run back inside.

What in the unseasoned chicken? There was more to this story and, if we leave this place and live, I intend to hear it.

“Let’s go.” I moved to grab Esme, but my savior held me back. He picked up the alien and carried him down the hall. Once we reached the stairwell, he dropped him. They faced off and it seemed like someone was about to be murdered.

Esme rushed to my savior. “Don’t you touch him.” She balled her fist and swung.

The purple alien caught her fist. He shook his head and smiled. After placing a kiss to her fingers, she headed back toward me.

What was going on with those two? I had never seen Esme lift a finger to fight anyone, let alone an eight-foot-tall alien.

Fellan lifted his eyebrows looking from Esme to me. “What is his name?”

“I call him T.A. for tender alien,” said Esme. She shrugged.

Whatever they had given her had addled her brain. The humongous, sour-faced purple alien looked as though he knew nothing about the word tender.

“You call him what? Can he talk or is he deaf too?”

Frowning she giggled. “Of course, he can talk, and he understands also.

He sauntered up to her. “My name is Tycho and he is called Zyaire.”

“Now that introductions are out the way, we need to move,” said Fellan.

The door behind us flew open, and the aliens rushed through. There was so much noise I covered my ears, but that wouldn’t prevent me from hearing the roars that echoed off the walls. On the other side of the door, the sounds of battle and metal clashing against metal made my heart race.

Running up the stairs, I was quickly tossed aside by a huge amber colored alien. I crashed into the wall and fell backwards. I was lifted off the floor and carried up the rest of the stairs. I looked up at my savior, Zyaire.

A beautiful name for a beautiful alien.

Shaking my head, I looked behind me as I heard the Vrakkil fighting their way through the prisoners. Trembling, I clung tighter in his arms, trying to steal a bit of his strength for the battle ahead.

Rushing through the door, he put me down and handed me the laser gun as four Vrakkil stood at the other end of the narrow hallway blocking our exit.

Nodding, I grabbed it with both hands, and yanked Esme behind my back. “Stay behind me.”

Esme nodded. “Does he happen to have one for me?”

“No, I don’t think so.” My mouth opened and closed as Fellan ran down the hallway meeting the four Vrakkil aliens. He fought like a savage beast severing one alien’s head and using the horns as a makeshift blade to gouge the other alien in the eyes before snapping his neck. As the last two aliens ran to fight Fellan, Tycho looked at her before running to join the fight. Zyaire was standing on the side of the door that we had just come from. He removed the circular sword from his waist. He flicked his wrist and the blade wiggled forth like a flailing arm.

Glancing at Esme, I gripped the gun tighter. “I’m going right, you take the left. There has to be a way out of here.” Moving toward the battle, I lifted the gun, but I couldn’t get a clear shot. There was black blood flying everywhere. There were doors on both sides of the hallway.

Opening one of the doors, I squealed. A tall green alien, in a lab coat, dropped the test tubes in his hand. Stepping back, I fired two shots. One missed his chest and hit the wall and the other nicked his arm. He grunted, slamming my hand against the wall until he knocked the gun from it.