Harley's POV
I didn't pause at Seth's warning. I needed to save more than just myself and the others of my . . . traveling party. The humans outside had no idea what it was they would be up against.
A being of my world. One designed to battle me. I couldn't stand the thought of what it would do to fool-minded people like Burke and his throup. No matter how gastly his plans may be for myself.
I burst out of the door and held my hands up. Every weapon in the vacentity was instantly turned on me. I took a deep breath and forced myself to sound calm although the approach of the Siphon's craft was coming closer.
"I have decided that I will go with you, Mr. Burke." I spoke in a perfectly developed voice of calm that one can only gain by living a life that is observed and monitered at all hours of the day and night. "I will answer your questions and fufill your requirements but afterwards I must have my craft and I must return to my own home."
Burke stepped in front of the other men and smiled at me. It was a sick smile, I knew. My father had had the same one right before he sent me out on another "mission for the greater good of our kind".
"You are wise to turn yourself over but it is unfortunate that what you want is not of my concern." Burke's hand shot up. Towards my throat.
I saw the needle flash in the air and felt the prick on my neck. I fought my earge to kill him on the spot. Even father had never drugged me.
The urge faded away quickly. As did all smells. Sounds. Finally my sight left me.
Leaving only the image of the floor boards of that burnt, chared, and ruined house as they rushed up to meet me.
That was the last thing I would remember of the outside world on planet Earth, I believed.
My last thought was not a thought at all but instead a prayer. A prayer that I was wrong. A prayer for Sara, Jack, and Alex. And for some odd reason . . . a prayer for Seth.
Mostly a prayer for Seth.