THE INTRODUCTION
Chapter Seven
The three days for me was agony. I knew that I would prove that I was telling the truth, but needless to say, spending three days tied up in a tiny shack in the woods is not comfortable. Not in the least bit. Over those days the six of them took turns watching over me, and I suspected that the others were around at different times in the day. But they did provide me with food and water, if not a comfortable place to sleep.
By the end of the third day, all of them were gathered around, discussing something in muted tones. They were outside of the open door of the shed, where I was still tied. Jake, and a couple of the others had shocked looks on their faces, and as far as Ax was concerned, I really couldn't tell. How could you read alien features? I certainly couldn't.
After what seemed like hours of discussion, the group, as a whole, came over to me. "Well," Jake said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking rather ashamed, "It's apparent that you aren't a yeerk. You just never know nowadays, you have to be careful all the time." I sighed and looked at my bound wrists and ankles. "I say nothing," I told them, "except to ask, for the millionth time: What the hell is a yeerk?" A sort of relieved laughter broke out among the five of them, with Ax just standing there looking mildly amused. "It's a long story," the pretty black girl named Cassie said, "But before we tell you, would you like to be untied?" I gave her a look, and said in sarcastic tones, "Nah, I think I'd rather be tied up for the rest of my life." Then I laughed, "Yes, please."
As I was freed, I rubbed my sore muscles. Looking up after what seemed like days of stretching, I looked them all in the eyes. "Now would somebody please tell me what a yeerk is?"
Chapter Seven
The three days for me was agony. I knew that I would prove that I was telling the truth, but needless to say, spending three days tied up in a tiny shack in the woods is not comfortable. Not in the least bit. Over those days the six of them took turns watching over me, and I suspected that the others were around at different times in the day. But they did provide me with food and water, if not a comfortable place to sleep.
By the end of the third day, all of them were gathered around, discussing something in muted tones. They were outside of the open door of the shed, where I was still tied. Jake, and a couple of the others had shocked looks on their faces, and as far as Ax was concerned, I really couldn't tell. How could you read alien features? I certainly couldn't.
After what seemed like hours of discussion, the group, as a whole, came over to me. "Well," Jake said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking rather ashamed, "It's apparent that you aren't a yeerk. You just never know nowadays, you have to be careful all the time." I sighed and looked at my bound wrists and ankles. "I say nothing," I told them, "except to ask, for the millionth time: What the hell is a yeerk?" A sort of relieved laughter broke out among the five of them, with Ax just standing there looking mildly amused. "It's a long story," the pretty black girl named Cassie said, "But before we tell you, would you like to be untied?" I gave her a look, and said in sarcastic tones, "Nah, I think I'd rather be tied up for the rest of my life." Then I laughed, "Yes, please."
As I was freed, I rubbed my sore muscles. Looking up after what seemed like days of stretching, I looked them all in the eyes. "Now would somebody please tell me what a yeerk is?"