ALIEN'S ANGEL by A Vulcan called Ka'Lyn
Disclaimer: I do not own Signs, which you already know. The only characters I own are the ones not from the movie, so there. Hah, I did it. Conquered the disclaimer!! *goes off, laughing like a maniac*
Author's Note: Yea, chapter seven!! I'm so proud of myself! Oh, by the way, sorry for the delay. I've been having a wrestle with depression and my very own hallucinations (can you say, "fun"?). Geez, seeing aliens aren't real amusing, is it? Especially when they sit on your couch and pet your cats! *sniffs and cuddles her cats* Anyway.
Quick Overview: Can Rebecca find her way out of the alien ship and "crash" their plans of using her to get revenge on Earth? Plus, she learns that escaping is useless.
Chapter Seven
The young girl slipped silently through the passageways, dreadfully lucky to not have bumped into anyone at the point of wandering around for at least an hour. The only real thing that bothered her had nothing to do with finding her way. It had to do with being seen. Her skin had the aliens' chameleon ability and to the regular eye, she would be a walking nothing with clothing. And that would definitely give her away. So, she finally stopped in the middle of the corridor and glanced both ways, finding that no one was coming. Then, she stripped, removing all articles of clothing from her body.
She shivered in the cold air, for it felt like she was in an arctic atmosphere and she hadn't any clothes on. Chills ran down her spine and that shook her whole body mercilessly. (A/N: And here I am shivering, 'cause I've just eaten a blizzard from Dairy Queen.) Under her arm, she carried a bundle of clothing, looking desperately for a place to hide them. Eventually, she found that place. She was walking down a smaller hallway when she saw a knob on the wall. She immediately assumed that the knob belonged to some sort of door. And she was right. A small panel opened with the knob when she pulled at it experimentally, exposing a long, dark chute. She shrugged and dropped her clothes in it, happy to be rid of the one thing that would display her to the aliens. She also made a mental note of the place, just in case she ended up returning to the spot to retrieve her clothing.
Meanwhile, Aasim had just stepped into the laboratory room where Rebecca had been held prisoner, or so it seemed. He stared around the room in horror when he saw no living being in there. Muttering something inaudible under his breath, he turned quickly and shot down the passageway, alerting the guards that inspected the ship that the one thing that would win their battle against Earth had gone missing. Midst hisses and clicks, Aasim thought to his self, Now she's in for it. The guards seemed to scatter immediately and began to search for the missing child. Aasim cursed as he saw Këíhs approach and fled the scene as fast as he could, saying that he would help look for Rebecca.
Rebecca had never seen so many beings active at one time. The vessel was swarming with activity and she soon found out that she was the cause of that activity. But she realized that she must have still been invisible for no one paid any heed to the naked child that stood off to the side. She shivered again but thanked God for the chameleon-like ability she now had. With a silent sigh, she crept off, moving through doors as they opened, wandering down corridors, and making hilarious faces at the several aliens that she recognized for not being able to see her.
However, the going wasn't as easy as it looked. With the hallways crowded with aliens, she found it hard not to bump into someone, which only caused more confusion among them. And it just happened that several times she had lost control over the invisibility, appearing before others' eyes, then disappearing again once when she realized what was going on. Was it just her or did the ability just come and go as it pleased? She shook her head at the thought and continued pressing onward, anxious to find a way out.
Finally, she came to a room that was nothing like the others. It was like a beehive, filled with technical and mechanical machinery. Buttons of red, green, and orange gleamed in the low lights and the constant buzz that sounded slightly irritated her. In front of her was a screen, like that at a movie theater, and it showed an image of the Earth surrounded by the black void of space. Rebecca immediately decided that this must have been the control center of it all. This was where they maneuvered the ship and this was where she could crash it. That last thought came to her as a surprise.but it made perfect sense. Crash the ship and the aliens will be crippled, like they had crippled the military bases on Earth! she thought excitedly. With a triumphant smile, she walked around the large room, examining the machines with her eyes. But how would it work?
Rebecca spent the next hour or so exploring the controls. She browsed past panels, control pads, switches, knobs, and all sorts of other things that were imaginable. She twiddled with the controls, although it almost came automatically to her, and she managed to not set off any alarms. With a smug smile, she let her hands float around, pushing buttons, flipping switches, until she got at least a bleak idea of what did what. However, something else guided her, an instinct perhaps, although it was much more peculiar.
But, as she was researching the controls, the doors rolled open. Rebecca froze and stood rigid, holding her breath, hoping that her skin still blended in with the scenery. No such luck existed. She heard a furious growl and she hesitantly pivoted her head, seeing Këíhs with Aasim at his side. She forced down a small gulp and bravely matched their infuriated gaze. The young girl let out a shaky breath and waited, although nothing came.
Slowly, Aasim approached silently, stopping with he was only a foot away from her. Rebecca turned to face him, arms crossed over her bare chest, taking a cocky pose with her weight shifted to one leg. She glared up at him while he glared down at her. A look was held among the two for only a few moments but it was enough to send chills through her whole body, causing her to falter. Aasim didn't falter, however. Instead, his hand shot out and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her to the ground, Rebecca giving a cry of sudden pain. He knelt down beside her, still with a tight grip on her hair, and smirked at her twisted face. "Look who I found sneaking around, wretch," he hissed lowly to her in clicks.
Rebecca blinked back tears and strained to keep her head down, although Aasim forced her head upwards, so that their eyes met. She bit her lip and stared back, evenly. She rose up reluctantly from her knees into a squatting position. Keeping her face straight, she fought for balance and finally, feeling herself falling backwards, her leg shot up and at the alien's chest. But Aasim was expecting something and his other hand snaked out and caught her foot before in made contact with anything. Rebecca felt herself fall backwards, but Aasim's grip on her foot and hair kept her from hitting the ground, although that brought even more pain and she screeched out loud.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and Rebecca gave up, falling limp to the ground. Aasim loosened his hand, which was entangled in her hair and hesitantly let go of her foot. "Will you cooperate?" he asked and held out a clawed hand, offering peace for the time being. Rebecca looked down haughtily at it and spat on his hand, causing Aasim to withdraw slightly. He growled and wiped it on his leg, a grimace clear on his face. "You'll pay," was all he said.
Rebecca snickered and almost burst out laughing at him, despite her current situation. How she wanted to slap the jerk across the face and scream at him, just for the heck of expressing her emotions. However, all she found words to say was, "May I.get my clothes?" Her voice was sort of sheepish and she felt a warmness rise to her cheeks. "Please?" she urged. "It's kind of embarrassing, although I doubt you'd understand, running around with no clothes on yourself," she hissed, although in English.
She looked up, however, when the doors were slung open again and wrinkled her nose at the sight of guards. Këíhs and the guards held a quick and short discussion, although Rebecca didn't pay any attention, having her mind set on getting her clothes back, especially when sneaking around was out of the question. Aasim hesitantly nodded and turned to the guards, telling them to escort her. She blanched but remained silent, giving Aasim a poisonous glance. She rose quietly, brushing back the strands of hair that were out of place on her head. With a nod from the guards, she pushed herself by Aasim, nudging him not too gently as she passed, and set herself in the middle of the small circle of guards.
They exited promptly and she set off in a brisk pace, ignoring the wary and confused glances she got from the aliens that they passed by. She pursed her lips and remained silent, guiding them to the place where her clothes ought to be. She walked quickly, with the guards trying to match her pace. The young girl led them, remembering exactly where she put her clothes. After a good few minutes of walking, Rebecca came to the familiar small door on the wall with the knob. She grabbed the knob and pulled the panel open, revealing the chute with a bundle of clothing at the top. She snatched up her clothes and hastily dressed, not caring who was watching.
So, now fully clothed, she turned on her heel and with a shriek, she broke into a neck-break sprint, away from the guards as they cried out in surprised. Her short hair tossed behind her and her blue eyes narrowed as she dodged between groups of guards, who tried to grab her unsuccessfully. She scampered like a mouse, desperate and quick, trying to avoid large mobs of aliens, although the hallways were dotted with them. Rebecca only knew that she had to escape from them, no matter how many guards were right behind her.
Turning a corner sharply, she ran right into someone, the impact causing her to be thrown onto the ground. With an exasperated groan, she felt hands gripping her arms and dragging her up to her feet. Rebecca looked up at the fiery eyes of Aasim. "I knew you'd try to escape," he hissed lowly. Rebecca shuddered under his gaze and slowly lowered her head, gritting her teeth together in anger. "How did I know?" he continued, making her even more agitated. He knew what he was doing; he knew how to get to her. He lowered himself so he was face to face with her.
"How?" she spat venomously. Her eyes gleamed dangerously in the bright lights on the ceiling. "How do you know, tell me," she played along. She also knew the game, although she didn't know his answer. Fighting back the waves of fury that surged through her veins, she pursed her lips together tightly and waited for an answer.
Aasim raised a finger and tapped her forehead, causing her to growl and bare her teeth like a wild animal. He smiled and Rebecca shuddered again, shivering slightly. "When you were first taken captive, a chip was placed below your skin, right above your brow. I have one similar, too. It gives us a psychic connection," he explained slyly, Rebecca blanching almost immediately. "That's how I always was able to find you." He smiled evilly and she ripped on arm free from the guards' grip, slapping him across the face, although he didn't wince, just rose back up and stared down at her.
The guards' reaction was fast and they restrained her even more, holding her arms back in a death grip. Rebecca shook her head slowly, glaring up into the eyes of her enemy, the alien who had helped her through her struggles with her new blood faithfully. How can friends end up enemies so quickly? she thought. Blinking back tears, she slowly gave in and fell limp in the guards' grip. With a sigh, she bowed her head and took several breaths, thinking about what Aasim had said. Were her thoughts never safe? Would she ever have privacy in her mind?
The guards resulted in dragging her off to a solitary room that would be guarded at all times by a security group. She was thrown in and the door was shut and locked. Wiping at the overwhelming tears, Rebecca sat with her back against a wall, stuck at the drawing board again. How many times would it take for her to finally escape? Five? Twelve? Or would she never escape? The thought sent a chill down her spine and she closed her eyes, head leaned back. She brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees, finding comfort in the position. "Back to the drawing board." she whispered. "Back to the beginning."
Disclaimer: I do not own Signs, which you already know. The only characters I own are the ones not from the movie, so there. Hah, I did it. Conquered the disclaimer!! *goes off, laughing like a maniac*
Author's Note: Yea, chapter seven!! I'm so proud of myself! Oh, by the way, sorry for the delay. I've been having a wrestle with depression and my very own hallucinations (can you say, "fun"?). Geez, seeing aliens aren't real amusing, is it? Especially when they sit on your couch and pet your cats! *sniffs and cuddles her cats* Anyway.
Quick Overview: Can Rebecca find her way out of the alien ship and "crash" their plans of using her to get revenge on Earth? Plus, she learns that escaping is useless.
Chapter Seven
The young girl slipped silently through the passageways, dreadfully lucky to not have bumped into anyone at the point of wandering around for at least an hour. The only real thing that bothered her had nothing to do with finding her way. It had to do with being seen. Her skin had the aliens' chameleon ability and to the regular eye, she would be a walking nothing with clothing. And that would definitely give her away. So, she finally stopped in the middle of the corridor and glanced both ways, finding that no one was coming. Then, she stripped, removing all articles of clothing from her body.
She shivered in the cold air, for it felt like she was in an arctic atmosphere and she hadn't any clothes on. Chills ran down her spine and that shook her whole body mercilessly. (A/N: And here I am shivering, 'cause I've just eaten a blizzard from Dairy Queen.) Under her arm, she carried a bundle of clothing, looking desperately for a place to hide them. Eventually, she found that place. She was walking down a smaller hallway when she saw a knob on the wall. She immediately assumed that the knob belonged to some sort of door. And she was right. A small panel opened with the knob when she pulled at it experimentally, exposing a long, dark chute. She shrugged and dropped her clothes in it, happy to be rid of the one thing that would display her to the aliens. She also made a mental note of the place, just in case she ended up returning to the spot to retrieve her clothing.
Meanwhile, Aasim had just stepped into the laboratory room where Rebecca had been held prisoner, or so it seemed. He stared around the room in horror when he saw no living being in there. Muttering something inaudible under his breath, he turned quickly and shot down the passageway, alerting the guards that inspected the ship that the one thing that would win their battle against Earth had gone missing. Midst hisses and clicks, Aasim thought to his self, Now she's in for it. The guards seemed to scatter immediately and began to search for the missing child. Aasim cursed as he saw Këíhs approach and fled the scene as fast as he could, saying that he would help look for Rebecca.
Rebecca had never seen so many beings active at one time. The vessel was swarming with activity and she soon found out that she was the cause of that activity. But she realized that she must have still been invisible for no one paid any heed to the naked child that stood off to the side. She shivered again but thanked God for the chameleon-like ability she now had. With a silent sigh, she crept off, moving through doors as they opened, wandering down corridors, and making hilarious faces at the several aliens that she recognized for not being able to see her.
However, the going wasn't as easy as it looked. With the hallways crowded with aliens, she found it hard not to bump into someone, which only caused more confusion among them. And it just happened that several times she had lost control over the invisibility, appearing before others' eyes, then disappearing again once when she realized what was going on. Was it just her or did the ability just come and go as it pleased? She shook her head at the thought and continued pressing onward, anxious to find a way out.
Finally, she came to a room that was nothing like the others. It was like a beehive, filled with technical and mechanical machinery. Buttons of red, green, and orange gleamed in the low lights and the constant buzz that sounded slightly irritated her. In front of her was a screen, like that at a movie theater, and it showed an image of the Earth surrounded by the black void of space. Rebecca immediately decided that this must have been the control center of it all. This was where they maneuvered the ship and this was where she could crash it. That last thought came to her as a surprise.but it made perfect sense. Crash the ship and the aliens will be crippled, like they had crippled the military bases on Earth! she thought excitedly. With a triumphant smile, she walked around the large room, examining the machines with her eyes. But how would it work?
Rebecca spent the next hour or so exploring the controls. She browsed past panels, control pads, switches, knobs, and all sorts of other things that were imaginable. She twiddled with the controls, although it almost came automatically to her, and she managed to not set off any alarms. With a smug smile, she let her hands float around, pushing buttons, flipping switches, until she got at least a bleak idea of what did what. However, something else guided her, an instinct perhaps, although it was much more peculiar.
But, as she was researching the controls, the doors rolled open. Rebecca froze and stood rigid, holding her breath, hoping that her skin still blended in with the scenery. No such luck existed. She heard a furious growl and she hesitantly pivoted her head, seeing Këíhs with Aasim at his side. She forced down a small gulp and bravely matched their infuriated gaze. The young girl let out a shaky breath and waited, although nothing came.
Slowly, Aasim approached silently, stopping with he was only a foot away from her. Rebecca turned to face him, arms crossed over her bare chest, taking a cocky pose with her weight shifted to one leg. She glared up at him while he glared down at her. A look was held among the two for only a few moments but it was enough to send chills through her whole body, causing her to falter. Aasim didn't falter, however. Instead, his hand shot out and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her to the ground, Rebecca giving a cry of sudden pain. He knelt down beside her, still with a tight grip on her hair, and smirked at her twisted face. "Look who I found sneaking around, wretch," he hissed lowly to her in clicks.
Rebecca blinked back tears and strained to keep her head down, although Aasim forced her head upwards, so that their eyes met. She bit her lip and stared back, evenly. She rose up reluctantly from her knees into a squatting position. Keeping her face straight, she fought for balance and finally, feeling herself falling backwards, her leg shot up and at the alien's chest. But Aasim was expecting something and his other hand snaked out and caught her foot before in made contact with anything. Rebecca felt herself fall backwards, but Aasim's grip on her foot and hair kept her from hitting the ground, although that brought even more pain and she screeched out loud.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and Rebecca gave up, falling limp to the ground. Aasim loosened his hand, which was entangled in her hair and hesitantly let go of her foot. "Will you cooperate?" he asked and held out a clawed hand, offering peace for the time being. Rebecca looked down haughtily at it and spat on his hand, causing Aasim to withdraw slightly. He growled and wiped it on his leg, a grimace clear on his face. "You'll pay," was all he said.
Rebecca snickered and almost burst out laughing at him, despite her current situation. How she wanted to slap the jerk across the face and scream at him, just for the heck of expressing her emotions. However, all she found words to say was, "May I.get my clothes?" Her voice was sort of sheepish and she felt a warmness rise to her cheeks. "Please?" she urged. "It's kind of embarrassing, although I doubt you'd understand, running around with no clothes on yourself," she hissed, although in English.
She looked up, however, when the doors were slung open again and wrinkled her nose at the sight of guards. Këíhs and the guards held a quick and short discussion, although Rebecca didn't pay any attention, having her mind set on getting her clothes back, especially when sneaking around was out of the question. Aasim hesitantly nodded and turned to the guards, telling them to escort her. She blanched but remained silent, giving Aasim a poisonous glance. She rose quietly, brushing back the strands of hair that were out of place on her head. With a nod from the guards, she pushed herself by Aasim, nudging him not too gently as she passed, and set herself in the middle of the small circle of guards.
They exited promptly and she set off in a brisk pace, ignoring the wary and confused glances she got from the aliens that they passed by. She pursed her lips and remained silent, guiding them to the place where her clothes ought to be. She walked quickly, with the guards trying to match her pace. The young girl led them, remembering exactly where she put her clothes. After a good few minutes of walking, Rebecca came to the familiar small door on the wall with the knob. She grabbed the knob and pulled the panel open, revealing the chute with a bundle of clothing at the top. She snatched up her clothes and hastily dressed, not caring who was watching.
So, now fully clothed, she turned on her heel and with a shriek, she broke into a neck-break sprint, away from the guards as they cried out in surprised. Her short hair tossed behind her and her blue eyes narrowed as she dodged between groups of guards, who tried to grab her unsuccessfully. She scampered like a mouse, desperate and quick, trying to avoid large mobs of aliens, although the hallways were dotted with them. Rebecca only knew that she had to escape from them, no matter how many guards were right behind her.
Turning a corner sharply, she ran right into someone, the impact causing her to be thrown onto the ground. With an exasperated groan, she felt hands gripping her arms and dragging her up to her feet. Rebecca looked up at the fiery eyes of Aasim. "I knew you'd try to escape," he hissed lowly. Rebecca shuddered under his gaze and slowly lowered her head, gritting her teeth together in anger. "How did I know?" he continued, making her even more agitated. He knew what he was doing; he knew how to get to her. He lowered himself so he was face to face with her.
"How?" she spat venomously. Her eyes gleamed dangerously in the bright lights on the ceiling. "How do you know, tell me," she played along. She also knew the game, although she didn't know his answer. Fighting back the waves of fury that surged through her veins, she pursed her lips together tightly and waited for an answer.
Aasim raised a finger and tapped her forehead, causing her to growl and bare her teeth like a wild animal. He smiled and Rebecca shuddered again, shivering slightly. "When you were first taken captive, a chip was placed below your skin, right above your brow. I have one similar, too. It gives us a psychic connection," he explained slyly, Rebecca blanching almost immediately. "That's how I always was able to find you." He smiled evilly and she ripped on arm free from the guards' grip, slapping him across the face, although he didn't wince, just rose back up and stared down at her.
The guards' reaction was fast and they restrained her even more, holding her arms back in a death grip. Rebecca shook her head slowly, glaring up into the eyes of her enemy, the alien who had helped her through her struggles with her new blood faithfully. How can friends end up enemies so quickly? she thought. Blinking back tears, she slowly gave in and fell limp in the guards' grip. With a sigh, she bowed her head and took several breaths, thinking about what Aasim had said. Were her thoughts never safe? Would she ever have privacy in her mind?
The guards resulted in dragging her off to a solitary room that would be guarded at all times by a security group. She was thrown in and the door was shut and locked. Wiping at the overwhelming tears, Rebecca sat with her back against a wall, stuck at the drawing board again. How many times would it take for her to finally escape? Five? Twelve? Or would she never escape? The thought sent a chill down her spine and she closed her eyes, head leaned back. She brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees, finding comfort in the position. "Back to the drawing board." she whispered. "Back to the beginning."