Page 13 of Accidentally Abducted
"Let me go!" I struggled against them, but it was no use.
They hauled me through the door and into the cold, sterile hallway.
I started to panic and sweat. What was going to happen to me? The old alien said to keep me in a cell until he decided what to do? I didn't like the sound of that, especially considering he'd originally planned to kidnap Greta for his own personal use. Would I be thrown out like garbage, or would he find something more terrible to use me for?
I looked around wildly, trying to get my bearings, but everything looked the same. All I knew was that the guards were leading me away from the teleportation tube I arrived in.
The guards didn't speak, each with a hand on my upper arm. They were so massive that I felt like a child between them. They were bigger and bulkier than Zeysor, but they didn't seem even half as intelligent.
They dragged me through a pair of sliding doors that shut quickly behind them. No going back now.
I had to think.
Now was the time for me to use all the extra training I'd received as a professional stunt double. I'd done my fair share of martial arts tutorials, gymnastics drills, and other combat-related training. Maybe it was enough to get these aliens off of me and make a run for it.
But where would I run to?
I ignored the rational side of my brain. I needed to act first and figure out the rest after.
If this was a fight scene in a movie, how would it play out?
I took a breath and then made my move. First, I jumped up and slammed my heels down on one of the alien's feet. He wore boots, but my body weight was enough to at least make him flinch.
The alien roared and his grip loosened slightly.
That, combined with my sweat, allowed me to slip out of his hand and swing against the other alien, kicking him in the shin.
They weren't down for more than a second, but it was enough time to give me a head start.
I bolted down the white and chrome hallway as fast as I could. Of course, I was wearing my old black Converse sneakers, and the bottoms slipped against the shiny floor. I managed to stay upright as I turned a corner.
One of the aliens roared. The floor shook as they ran, getting closer and closer to me.
I needed to find somewhere to hide, because there was no way I was going to outrun these beasts.
I ducked around another corner and thanked my stars when I found what I could only guess was a garbage bin. I didn't have time to be disgusted with myself, climbing into the metal container and shutting the lid.
The metal container rattled as the aliens ran by, panting and growling.
I held my breath, partly because of the stench and partly because of fear.
I counted to one hundred before peeking out of the bin. When I was sure I was alone, I pulled myself out of the trash, brushing off what seemed to be scraps of food from my clothes.
I was dressed in a black hoodie and leggings, the usual stuff I wore to and from my job. How that alien ever thought that Greta would be seen in something like this baffled me. Why couldn't he have just let me go?
I couldn't stop and take the time to feel sorry for myself, I needed to find a safe and less stinky place to hide while I made a plan to escape. Surely at least one alien on this space station would take pity on me, right?
There was one major problem, though. I didn't know how to use the teleportation machine, and all the doors opened with bio signatures.
I was left wandering the hall, jumping at every tiny sound, although the place was empty. How long would it take for those aliens to come back and find me?
This was stupid. I shouldn't have run. Maybe they would have taken me to a holding cell before sending me home. Why did I have to do this?
I stopped mid-step and leaned against the icy wall. A vent rattled above me, sending cool, refreshed air through the space station.
I looked up. Was I small enough to crawl into that? Shoulders, probably, but hips ... maybe? It was worth a shot.
Using one of the trashcans as a stool, I climbed up and fidgeted with the vent. Four screws held the metal grill in place.
