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Chapter
I wish I could say I’ve never killed anyone. I wish I could say a lot of things about
myself. Staring down at the man bleeding
into the snow, he makes most of those things I wish I could say nothing but
lies.
It’s thirty-three below according to the thermometer I wear
around my neck. Not for decoration. It’s important we know how cold it is so we
can calculate time of exposure and death.
Our frail human bodies don’t like to be cold for very long. That’s the main reason humans blamed the
aliens. They can handle extreme
temperatures better than we can, therefore the whole thing must have been
premeditated on their part. A way to
destroy us without the effort of war.
If that had been their plan, which I don’t believe, then it
backfired because their population was hit harder than the human one after it
happened. It wasn’t the weather which
dwindled the alien numbers, though. No,
it was us humans. Now, ten years later,
some humans are forced to kill our own kind to save the aliens who are
left. I am one of them.
The two aliens in front of me huddled together for warmth
are proof of this. I just killed their
captor. The two have obviously been out
in the open exposed to the weather for a while.
Days, maybe a week, considering how blue their lips are and their hollow
eyes. The titanium handcuffs around
their wrists were most likely used to attach them to a tree while the dead man
at my feet slept in a tent and kept as warm as he could when the temperatures
dipped to extremely dangerous levels at night.
I have an idea where he was taking them and a shudder runs through
me. I do not want to know what other
awful things he had in mind for these aliens, but considering how pretty the
girl is, my mind can’t help but fill in some of the blanks.
“Come on, let’s get you inside,” I shout over the wind.
The two of them take several steps backwards, putting more
distance between us. “We’re not going
anywhere with you,” the guy informs me through chattering teeth. Yeah, he’s in a position to argue. My guess is he’s nearly frozen to the
bone. Even in the dark, I can tell how
chapped his skin is. Aliens may survive
longer in the cold, but they will eventually succumb to it just like we humans do.
Shrugging, I turn back to the trail leading home. Over my shoulder, I call, “Then you’ll freeze
to death.” I begin walking. They will follow me. I saw it in the guy’s eyes.
“How do we know you aren’t going to kill us, too?” the girl
shouts after me.
I scowl at her though she can’t see it. I’m wearing a ski mask to help stave off
frostbite of the nose. “Because I would
have already, if I was so inclined. Now
move it. My body can’t handle the cold
like yours can.”
I was worried the gunshot would draw scavengers or more
hunters, but we don’t run into anyone else as we trudge through the snow. The silencer I fashioned from an old pvc pipe
and cardboard must have helped. Thank
god. The guy back there makes number
four. I don’t want to add to my kill
list anymore tonight. Ever, actually,
but I won’t get my hopes up. I’ve seen
what some hunters do to aliens before they finally kill them, and I will do
whatever it takes to stop them. My own
tarnished soul be damned. Truth be told,
I can’t even drudge up a modicum of guilt over what I just did. Hunters are monsters and shooting them is a mercy
killing compared to the torture they inflict.
I admit, sometimes I worry about my lack of remorse, but not enough to
let it keep me from doing my job.
It takes ten minutes to get back to where I call home. Longer than is protocol. Because of the chance of exposure, we are
supposed to be able to make it back to base in half that time. I’m not sure what made me stray so far
tonight. I just had a feeling I would
find something out here. Turns out I
found two somethings.
Pushing through a final blanket of tree limbs, we finally
reach Sanctuary. It doesn’t look like
much from the outside. Glancing over my
shoulder at the aliens, I see the hope fizzle in their eyes as they take in the
small cement structure surrounded by a fifteen-foot fence topped in barbed wire
climbing out of the snow. With a
resigned sigh, the male alien reaches a hand out, ready to climb.
Before his hand can touch the fence, I knock him to the
ground with a ram of my shoulder. “Don’t
touch that!” I cry, landing hard on top of him.
His sister watches wide eyed before her instinct to protect her big
brother kicks in. She begins pounding on
me with her fists. I hate to do it, I
really do. But, I don’t want to be
pummeled by a ten-year-old, either.
Holding back as much as possible, but still using enough force to propel
her backwards, I kick her in the thigh.
Her arms windmill as she tries to keep her balance, but inevitably,
gravity wins. She lands on her butt in
the snow with a yelp. I scurry off the
male alien and hurry to explain, “The fence is electrified. You could have been killed.”
Picking himself up and brushing snow from his pants, he
scowls at me as he offers a hand to the girl to help her up. “You could have mentioned that before we got
to it. How are we supposed to get to the
other side, then?” Glancing around, he
adds, “Or do you camp out here somewhere?”
The last ray of hope extinguishes in his eyes as he asks this.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I reply, “No, I do not camp
out here.” Reaching into my pocket, I
pull out a scanning device. Aiming it at
the aliens, I do a quick scan for weapons.
When I am satisfied they have none, I tap the com in my ear. “Juniper 1 to base, I’m coming in with two
friendlies.” I glance at the aliens to
make sure they’re not standing too close when the door opens. I watch in amusement as their eyes widen, and
they stumble back a few steps.
A small section of the ground in front of us rises. A two-foot-thick steel door, only wide enough
for one person to fit through, exposes a narrow staircase, just visible in the
moonlight. I motion for the aliens to go
ahead of me. “Come on, get in. I’m freezing my butt off.” Neither of them budges. I can hardly blame them as they have no idea
where it leads. For all they know, I could
be sending them to a dark dungeon to die.
Still, I did save their lives a few minutes ago. A little trust would be appreciated. Annoyed, I raise my rifle and point it in
their general direction. “Don’t make me
shoot you.”
I don’t really sound like I mean it, because I don’t. I would leave them out in the cold before I
shot them. But, the lukewarm threat is
enough to get them moving. Taking his
sister’s hand, the alien takes a tentative step forward. He puts a foot on the first step, half-expecting
it to fall out from under him. When it
doesn’t, he moves on to the next step.
“I’m aging here,” I snark.
“They’re steps. I’m sure you’re
familiar with the concept.”
He glares at me over his shoulder. “It’s dark down there. Don’t you have light?”
I shake my head.
“Not yet.” Crowding them so they
are forced to move down a few more steps, I explain, “Not until the door
closes.” Taking the hint, they make
their way farther down into the black stairwell, using the walls to steady
themselves in the dark. When my head
finally clears ground level, I press my com again. “Juniper 1 to base, secure.” Immediately, the door begins to close over my
head. A fine dusting of snow coats us
before the door finally snaps into place.
With the last of the moonlight in the final seconds before it closes
completely, I see the young alien clutch her brother’s arm and cling to him
before we are briefly encased in darkness.