I'm killing them III
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The events which would lead to my life's third alien upheaval started during the night of in the middle of the third week. After that thing Mama had put in my arm I'd been allowed to move about the station without everyone having to act like I'd swallowed Uranium, which was great because I was feeling weak. My muscles were being destroyed by this weak gravity and I needed to keep my shape up. I'd started doing pushups, situps, and generally any exercise I could think of that didn't require any equipment. I could do nearly twice as many as I'd been able to do on Earth, but I figured it was still a workout, although I wish I could adjust the gravity.
After my second workout of the day it was bed time. The station dimmed it's lights approximately every eight hours I guessed, so that everyone could sleep - these creatures did that a lot, they got tired so fast - and I would usually roam around during these times, or exercise, or sleep, depending on what I felt like. I decided to sleep during this sleep period because I had exercised during the last one and again about an hour ago when they gave me a break from being scanned. I was suitably tired, and would have gone to sleep the moment I lay down, if the hairs on the back of my neck hadn't stood on end the moment I entered my room.
You know that feeling, like someone's breathing down your shirt, or maybe staring at your soul. It's the feeling that makes you sure there's someone right behind you waiting to take you wallet, if you're lucky. I've felt that too many times in my life, and each one of those times I could have avoided something I'd want to if I'd only listened to it the moment I felt it. I listened to it this time. Lucky for me. Shift came dropping down on my from the ceiling - freaking lizards - and I only avoided him by dropping and rolling - I told you that was a good move. He leapt at me, but I was already on my feet and he'd lost the element of surprise.
I could see the panic in his eyes as he attacked me and I evaded him with laughable ease. I got a chance to see what he had tried to stab into the back of my neck when he'd dropped from above. He was holding a purple syringe of sleep. It was a syringe they'd only started using last approximate week. None of the sedatives they'd given me were working, until they came up with this new one which put me down like a horse. Why did he think he had to attack me to sedate me, and why did he have to do it now when no one else was around? I assumed the two were related, and looked at him to see if I could find any other clues. He had a belt on with two other syringes on it, one was empty. The other was the blue syringe of death. Ah.
I hadn't given this freak my blood, because I wasn't giving these scientists anything until Mama proved to me that it was okay, since I was starting to get the feeling they weren't really working on a cure for the rest of the crew. I'd felt sick a few times after they'd given me some injections, and every time I started feeling better they started freaking out. I didn't like that, but I hadn't quite figured out why. It's not like they were trying to get me sick. I didn't think Mama would let them do that.
That left this guy. He had tried to get my blood on multiple occasions when no one else had been in the room, and each time I'd taken the empty syringe from him and thrown it against the wall. He'd gotten the picture pretty quick. It looked like he'd decided to stop asking me. Thankfully, it really didn't matter one way or the other what he wanted.
He saw my eyes alight upon the blue syringe of death and turn dangerous. That made him freak out. He started running for the door. I caught him in after about a meter. Why does no one jump in this low gravity, it works so much better than running. I picked the blue syringe of death from his belt. "Now I'm pretty sure I know what this is, but I could also be wrong. A blue syringe is just a blue syringe, and I don't know much of what you guys are doing. If you're supposed to be here, then I doubt you were ordered to kill me, either they'd have brought an army with the biggest guns they had and waited until I was asleep. But, on the off chance you're just doing your job, I'll let you try this syringe out first. If it's not what I think it is, you'll be fine and I'll let you go get another one and I'll inject it myself. If it isn't . . ."
I stuck the needle into his arm and he started struggling harder than ever. Didn't really bode well for him. It looks like I was right, because ten seconds after I injected him his struggles became less and less, then finally his breath stopped. I had left a little in the syringe so that I had an explanation as to why I'd done it, but I doubted he was here on orders. That started my wondering. Why hadn't he just waited until I was asleep. I usually slept when everyone else was asleep, just, only every other sleeping period they took. This move of his spoke of illicit action combined with a time crunch. Why would he have needed my blood so soon?
My thoughts were interrupted as the door opened once again. I leapt to it's blind side and waited to see who was entering. It was the Yoda. I snarled. Coming to see if his friend had been successful, had he? He heard my growl, and I prepared to leap at him.
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