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I tensed against her softness as she kissed me desperately. Was it the adrenaline running through our veins or were we crazy? Either way, we'd have to wait to find out.
I helped her out of the cage and grabbed a laser blaster from the belt of the unconscious guard. "Stay behind me," I ordered.
Lola nodded silently.
Three guards emerged from the dark tunnel, holding their guns at the ready.
"Stop right there!" The leader said.
"Who is it?"
"A Terruxian Hunter!" The third said, his voice going up a few octaves with fear.
These soft, slimy blue aliens were worthless. They could only fight those who were already weakened, which made them excellent slave traders. They fed on the weak.
One of them shot their gun. The laser deflected off my hard skin without so much as a mark.
It burned, but not much. I grinned at them and ran forward, grabbing at their soft bodies and smashing them together, leaving putrid slime and blood everywhere. They fell at my feet before being able to land another hit on me.
"Zeysor!" Lola gasped.
"Come on, let's go," I said.
The floor was slick with slime and my boots couldn't get a good hold on the metal. The liquid squelched between the treads.
More alarms went off. The dozen other prisoners called out, some moaning and some screaming not to be left behind.
I forced it out of my mind. I had no clue if these people were deserving of freedom or not; either way, I had no time to stop and free them all.
Lights flickered on, bathing the dirty room in brightness. A shadow appeared at the top of the ramp. It was much larger than the blue slavers - it was a group of Terruxian Hunters. Too many for me to take on with a pathetic laser gun.
The Commander was at the lead.
"Oh dear," The Commander said with a grin. "I thought you might do something stupid, Zeysor, but you have blown away my expectations today. Too bad that this defiance has sealed your fate."
CHAPTER TEN
- LOLA -
I DIDN'T expect to see the inside of another cell so soon. But I also didn't expect my cell neighbor to be the very reason I ended up on the slave ship.
I watched Zeysor pace in the tiny cell that was only a few meters squared.
We were divided by thick plexiglass with a pattern of fist-sized holes for air circulation. His cell was at the end of the long corridor, so I was the only one he had for company. The cell on the other side of mine was empty, but the white floor was stained with old blood, leaving little to the imagination when wondering what happened to its previous resident.
"Zeysor," I said softly. I repeated his name a little louder. "Zeysor."
The alien stopped and looked up from the floor. He'd been walking in the same pattern for hours now. He hadn't stopped moving since we were unceremoniously thrown into these cells, all the way deep down in the belly of the slave ship.
Everything was dark except for the small flickering lights that ran along the top of the cells. One of mine was burned out.
"I'm thinking," Zeysor said.
"I didn't ask what you were doing," I said. "I think you should stop."
"No, there has to be a way out of this," He argued.
I was done hoping for a miracle.
