What in hell was a dead human girl doing out here?! She looked fairly clean, like she came from a good area, so why was she here? And why was she … dead?
I couldn't just leave her there. Who knows what would happen? Without a second thought, I picked the girl up and went inside.
I tried to figure out how she died as a start. There was a long cut down her back, which was bleeding pretty badly; it looked like maybe it had caused her death. Then a strange thing happened.
It healed. All of a sudden. The skin and whatever had been under it had completely regrown, and her hands were moving. She turned over a little and sat up, her eyes wide with fear. She tried to speak, but all that came out was random little words that made no sense. It didn't appear that she knew any human language, very well at least. Well enough to communicate.
Another strange thing happened at that moment. I could feel the fear that this girl was very obviously feeling herself. I could hear the words she was trying to form, though her mouth wasn't moving, at least not in a way that would form words in any language I knew. "Don't … don't hurt … scared … help me …" she was just repeating over and over in my head.
I moved toward her, slowly. I didn't want to scare her anymore than she already was. "I'm not going to hurt you," I said. She put her head to one side, and a new message was in my mind now. It was very simple: ?
Quickly it was replaced with a longer one. "Other people … they hurt me … us … you're … not like?" She was blinking quite a bit, and I noticed something off: the color of her eyes. Rather than a normal color, with normal-colored pupils, her eyes were black with bright red pupils. What was this girl?
I shook my head. She was in shock, I could ask her questions later. "No, I'm not going to hurt you. I most certainly don't plan on it. What is your name?" I said. She looked away.
"I … no name … long ago … don't remember now," she replied, still using this strange form of mental communication she had. I smiled.
"Well, I'll have to think of a name for you, is that okay?" I asked. She nodded. "Also … how are you communicating with me? What is going on with this mental telepathy of yours?"
She looked down. "My kind … mind talk … only other species … very rare … first encounter with new," she told me. So, her kind could communicate with their minds naturally? And only with someone of a different species if it was the first of its kind they'd encountered.
"What are you?" I asked her. "The eyes, the mental communication, you're definitely not human. So?"
She looked down, and bit her lip. "We … are called … I don't know … translation … 'those who continue' … or similar. Created … to save … dying species. We … become any species … and save it. If you … understand the meaning," she explained, and it seemed she was getting the hang of mental communication with someone who wasn't 'one who continued,' as she'd called her kind. "The eyes … allow us to … see what the others … are made of. We become that … and literally are that … physically speaking. Our minds … memories stay … same … though sometimes … different formatting." She smiled. "That … was not … good explanation, huh?"
I touched her hand. "It was an alright explanation. I can't expect something like that to have an easy explanation, can I?" She shook her head. "Oh, you still need a name don't you?" She nodded. "What do you think of the name Ria? I just thought of it, and it seems to fit you."
She frowned. "Ree-ya?" she tried to pronounce it for real, instead of using her mental communication. It was the first time I'd heard her say anything. I was oddly happy.
"That's right … that's how you say it," I told her, and she beamed at me.
"How … say … in … your la … langua … language?" she asked like a normal person would, though struggling a little with the word.
"You wouldn't be able to," I told her, "you're human." She nodded. "Oh, and … you're gonna need some clothes," I said, though mostly to myself. Again, she nodded, and remembered something.
"Where, sleep?" she asked. Of course. She must be tired. I'd give up my bed for her.
I pointed to it. "Here," I said, "you can sleep here." She stood up, walked over to the mattress that was laying on the floor, laid down, and was unconscious within a minute.
