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Time Walker Chapter Two

She continued back to her ship.

By Dawn Marie StylesPublished 7 years ago 5 min read
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As quickly as she could manage with such a weight, she continued back to her ship.

The smell of burnt remains had since dulled and she felt more at ease but then thinking about the possibility that more of these pure breeds may still be about, possibly in hiding, made her pulse race.

Maybe if she could find them, she could get them on her side. They could help bring down the Organisation, destroy them once and for all.

She picked up speed and then heard a groan. The male was stirring. If he awoke now he’d kill her for sure.

Luckily she was only leaps from her ship.

She raised her wrist to her mouth and whispered a code into a black cuff with three blinking lights.

Instantly a cloud of dust dissipated, revealing her glimmering ship, its smooth outer walls bared no windows, no doors, and no lights... just smooth glimmering black.

Platimet mixed with Zarcon—the strongest material known in the universe.

She would be crushed if her ship ever got a scratch, she’d kill someone if she ever found a dent and she'd kill herself if it ever got destroyed. So far so good, the ship had not been detected so no direct threat, yet.

The cloud cloak was genius; whoever invented it should be made a god. Luckily the Organisation hadn’t yet figured out how to install it into their vehicles and ships. This was because only a select few members of her people knew how it worked. The others that did had all perished in the first beginnings of war. All fool the Organisation for being so brutal.

The heat displacers fooled any device, and the ship had no energy fields, unless you count anti-gravs’. But there were places on this planet where anti-gravitational fields occurred naturally. She had no idea why, maybe the occurrence of anti-gravity was one reason the Organisation had picked their planet to play with.

The ships controls for the cloud were buried deep into each ship member’s skull. The wrist cuffs sent a mere signal to the sender's brain, and then a signal is reflected back to the cuff and to the ship.

The cuffs also doubled up as com-links.

The only way to decipher how it all worked was to retrieve it from the wearer. Unfortunately, if the wearer died, the information was deleted. What a shame.

Even torture could cause the off switch. And yeah, the wearer would die.

The male twitched again and Dimonel was relieved to see the liquidised mental separate from the side of the ships wall and solidify into a smooth ramp. A door appeared and opened with a slide to the left, revealing her two companions—her only crew.

Neff, short for Nefarious, stood rigid just to the side. His skin shimmered as the light from the moons hit him. Purple blue scales flickered as he moved down the ramp. His eyes devoid of emotion but his mouth was pulled tight in a grimace. He didn’t look pleased.

“Dinner?” he asked and sniffed the air. “Smells too alive for you.”

“Feck off, Neff, he’s human and yes, he is alive, and no, I don’t want to eat him. I want to use him. I’ve never seen a purer breed.” Demonel looked behind him. Her other companion chuckled as he descended the ramp.

His name was Red, short for Redmeption, and was a sliver of the species that was a long cry from his ancestors; he still had some of his human features that were somewhat thin like his limbs and facial features but his skin a metallic pale grey looked completely different from the pink skin of Demonel's prize.

Red's eyes were a beautiful crystal blue apart from the small dot of black do his irises. His heart shaped face was completely at odds with the rest of him, but he was human in personality and that made him also a very highly priced target for the Organisation.

Dimonel loved his eyes, they were mesmerising but for a very good reason. He was a mind sweeper; able to infiltrate a species mind and imprint thoughts of his own choosing. He also had the ability to affect a person’s dreams.

Apparently, Dimonel was told, by a female associate Red had bedded, that he gave her dreams of ecstasy.

Dimonel never bothered to go there to find out; he was too much of a brother to her. “What are you sniggering about? If you’re not careful you’ll be my next meal,” She warned her two crew as her temper flared and her hair flickered from red to purple, in a more playful reaction than a nasty bite.

Neff peered at the male on the ground, and smiled. “Using him for pleasure or business? It’s about time you got mated,” he said flatly, but Dimonel knew he was just winding her up.

It had been Chrons since she had had an encounter of the sexual kind, and even then it wasn’t worth the effort. “Feck off,” she snapped and tugged at the ankles of the male. His legs twitched and he moaned as his head lulled to the sides. He was beginning to wake up, “Well don’t just stand there, help me.”

Just as Neff and Red prepared to take over, the human woke. His eyes flicked open and he stared at them. Shock masked his face, his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

“Thank feck for that,” Dimonel breathed. “Now move it before he wakes up again.”

Look out for the next chapter!

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Dawn Marie Styles

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