Guys I'm back! This will be bigger than the previous one and a lot of things will start to make sense, I mean I hope they do otherwise I'm a shitty writer.
CHAPTER III:
All Royce and Isabelle could see now was a silhouette by the door. It was too dark to see anything else. Unless the thing standing there was a mutant basketball player, there was no way that was a human silhouette. They were used to aliens by then anyway. When it finally came to the dim light and showed itself to Royce and Isabelle they couldn't help but to step back a little, guns still at ready, shocked by the looks of the creature. Anatomically, it looked a lot like a human being, except for its height and excessive leanness. It had a very pale skin and red eyes. The hands and feet were too big for its body just like its skull. It was wearing a loose on piece outer garment that resembled a toga.
- Humans. Their favorite game.
The creature said, in English, for their surprise.
- What the fuck are you?
Royce asked with his gun pointed at the alien's head.
- A survivor. But unlike you people, I wasn't brought here. I was born here.
The alien answered in a low tone and then continued:
- My species arrived to this planet 3000 years ago. When we first got here, the place was deserted. We started as an agricultural society based on food exchange. With time, as we perfected our techniques, we started to develop genetically modified seeds due to the growth of the population. These new seeds could be produced in large scale and the gap between the harvest seasons was shorter. The villages were functional, we lived in peace. Then, they came. At first, we thought they were refugees from another planet but then…They destroyed the villages, killed the people and burned the land. The ones who survived from the genocide were reduced to slavery. They did all that without a purpose. It was like they'd feel some sort of sick pleasure doing it.
- They were also hunting us for no apparent reason, just for sport.
Royce interrupted.
- That's what they do. They have been doing this for a long time. With my species was the same in the beginning…but then they realized they could use us for something else other than just the game. Like I told you before, me and my kind have a particular knowledge about genetics and the invaders decided to use that for their own benefit. Among the slaves, they picked the ones with advanced knowledge and forced them to work in facilities like this one.
- And they picked you?
Royce asked, sarcastically.
- Actually, I was the head chief of this lab. They built many others around the planet and in all of them we would do the exact same thing.
- And what was that?
A curious Isabelle asked.
- You see, they are killers with a very precise goal: turn themselves into better killers. That's why they brought you people here .It is a training for them. In order to become ultimate killers they needed the best game they could get, so we were forced to create monsters, genetically modified creatures designed to annihilate anything they would see. Those things were the perfect game…too perfect actually. They would learn quickly and started to adapt themselves to the hunters' techniques and then started to kill them off. After a while, the hunters realized they didn't stand a chance against their new game and decided to shut down the labs and eliminate everybody. When we learned about their plan we hid this one creature, the strongest one in hopes we could use it as a way to set us free. They blamed us for what had happened and as retaliation they killed everyone who had remained. I was one of the few who managed to escape. We stayed hidden for as long as we could. With time, the remaining of my kind started to die: ones from hunger, others from unknown diseases brought by the hunters... In the end, I was the only one that was left. Once they stopped looking for survivors and headed back to their planet, I went to the surface again. I walked for days until I got back to this lab, my lab, the only one still standing. I've been living here ever since. This planet has become a game preserve. Now they only return for a few days to hunt the things they have picked up along the galaxy, like you people.
- So, they're really coming back?
Isabelle asked again.
- Yes. A new season will begin very soon. Maybe you'll have a chance to get out of here.
The alien answered with a calming voice.
- Yeah, that's very interesting and all but what about the creature you guys hid I don't know where? It could be very useful now.
Royce said.
- There's a down side to every story my friend…
It said almost sarcastically and continued:
- The creature is still hidden and under my constant surveillance but unfortunately it remains inactive.
- What do you mean?
Both Isabelle and Royce asked at the same time.
- All creatures possessed an activation code. A code that only the hunters had access to. Without it they remain in a coma state.
- Like these ones?
Isabelle asked pointing to the tanks.
- No, these are all failed experiments. They're all dead. However, the hunters still have the code somewhere in their ship's computer.
Royce stood up from where he was sitting looking excited:
- So, we wait for them to come back and once they do, we get into that ship, steal the code, get the freak up and running so it can kill the three fuckers and then we get to go home.
- Well, it can be more complicated than that.
The alien said to Royce but he wasn't listening anymore.
- So, is that creature of yours any good?
The mercenary asked, now facing the alien.
- Allow me to show you.
…
They were now in a different room, still underground facing a medium-sized skinny creature inside of a tank. It looked harmless.
- So, is that the thing that can single-handily kill all those fuckers and set your planet free?
Royce said with sarcasm.
- Looks can be deceiving…Don't get fooled by them. That's a common error among you humans. If we get the code…Well, then you'll see what it's capable of.
The alien replied.
…
The alien led Royce and Isabelle to a room that looked like a bedroom so they could rest for the night.
- You two look tired. Luckily for you my species share some of your habits. There's a shower with hot water by the end of that room. By the way, my name is Zeltron.
The humanoid stated.
Isabelle's smile had never gotten bigger as she made her way down the hall and into the room the alien had indicated. She was so happy she'd finally be able to take a nice decent shower…
…
After a long while, Isabelle returned from her shower feeling brand new. Zeltron had gotten her some remaining human clothes that were stored in one of the many rooms in the lab. She entered the room where Royce and Zeltron found themselves in. At that moment, Royce's jaw just dropped. Isabelle was wearing a short yellow dress and had her dark curly hair hanging loose.
- I think it's a little too tight. But it's great wearing something clean for a change.
She said looking at her new garment.
- I'm afraid that is the only piece that would fit you. Most of the clothes were destroyed and it has been to long since last time I had guests.
Zeltron replied.
Royce was still spellbound by Isabelle's beauty. Sure he found her hot and everything, in fact, he noticed how beautiful she was by the second he laid eyes on her, weeks ago, when they were dropped on that rock. But now, she looked like a goddess. The dress revealed a lot of skin, skin that Royce hadn't been able to see yet. She was always wearing her military uniform, hair in a pony tail… "She has a gorgeous body."Royce thought to himself. "And she probably doesn't even know it." He continued. He loved her curly dark hair and now it looked curlier than ever. She was smiling and never looked more stunning and peaceful. Just breathtaking. Royce wondered if she knew how amazing she was…
- I'm gonna get some sleep now. Tomorrow morning I wake up early and go get us some food, ok?
Isabelle stated taking Royce back to reality.
- Good night.
Zeltron said.
Royce kept looking at her until she disappeared by the door. There was a moment of silence between the two remaining beings in the room.
- She seems like a good person.
The alien broke it off.
- She is.
Royce confirmed.
- They usually don't bring good people to this planet…
Zeltron wondered and then carried on:
- You should've told her she looked beautiful.
- Excuse me?
Royce asked, looking confused.
- Isn't that what the males of your species do when they want to please the females they care about? You say they look beautiful?
The humanoid asked, looking confused himself.
- It's more complicated than that.
Royce said a little embarrassed by that awkward conversation.
- I'm sorry. My knowledge about human relationships is limited.
After saying that, Zeltron stood up and headed to another room. Royce kept staring at the floor.
…
When Royce walked in the bedroom, Isabelle was still up, getting ready to sleep. She was still wearing the yellow dress.
- This shower was the best thing that's happened to me since we got here.
Isabelle stated while setting her bed.
- Since we were dropped here, you mean…
Royce corrected her.
Isabelle turned to face him and gave him a little smile. Then; she laid down on the bed and turned around, facing the wall.
- You look…nice with that… thing you got on.
Royce almost whispered already regretting saying that.
Isabelle's smile had never gotten bigger. She allowed herself to enjoy that moment for a bit before getting lost in her dreams.
Notes: I don't know…Maybe some plot holes?Feel free to point them up if there's any! I suck at names so Zeltron (yeah, Star Wars reference) was the best I could come up with. Reviews still are highly appreciated! Stay tuned!