Page 8 of Accidentally Abducted
"What is that?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck. I could feel the sticker on my skin. It was slightly bigger than a quarter and cold to the touch.
"Translator node," The alien explained.
"Ah," I said.
I didn't know what to think, still trembling with shock. Everyone knew about aliens these days, I mean it was 2200 and we'd been collaborating with a group of aliens on Mars since way before I was born. Still, I never thought I'd see one with my own eyes. Aliens didn't come to Earth often, or so I'd heard.
I looked up at him from where I sat on the metal spaceship floor.
Who was this alien? He was two feet taller than me, with broad shoulders and a wide chest. His hair wasn't like human hair, it was thick and wiry and styled into a sort-of mohawk shape. His dark, teal-colored skin was divided into hard square scales that reminded me of bricks.
"Ok, now that you've stuck me with the translator, will you please tell me what's going on?" I asked.
"My master has requested the appearance of Greta Yurt. I was chosen to retrieve you from Earth."
I rolled my eyes. "Dude, I already told you, I'm not Greta. My name is Lola, I'm her body double."
"Don't trick me, Earthling," The alien said.
I growled through clenched teeth. "I'm not lying!" I forced the words out so hard my chest ached.
"Also, my name isn't Dude. It's Zeysor."
"Fine, Zeysor," I said. "Let me go. I'll prove to you I'm not the girl you want."
"Don't test my patience, human," Zeysor said. "I've already begun the process to return to the Mars station. You're not going anywhere. I will not fail this mission."
"No!" I shouted.
I scrambled to my feet, slipping on the metal floor as I lunged towards him. I grabbed at the control panel, which was covered in flashing screens and buttons.
"Stop!" The alien shouted back, grabbing and pulling me back to the rear of the small shuttled. He pushed me down into one of the three seats and buckled the belt across my waist.
I clawed back at him, finding his skin as hard and armor-like as it looked. The belt held me in place.
Zeysor stepped back, not even flinching. "I told you. I will not fail this mission."
"And I told you, I'm not the girl you're looking for!"
Zeysor shook his head. "Enough of this. I'm not wasting anymore time on this planet. We have a long trip back to the space station."
My words failed me.
This was really happening, wasn't it? I was being abducted by an alien and there was nothing I could do about it.
Although I was exhausted from straining, I struggled against the belts. It was useless. They were locked by some sort of bi0-mechanism that didn't register my thumb print.
Zeysor turned away from me and began pressing buttons.
The spaceship began to tremble and then shake. The control panel lit up and blinked rapidly. Words scrolled across the screen, words that I couldn't read. Something whirred and hissed in my ears, probably the engines powering up.
I wanted to speak, but what could I say? What could I say to convince him I wasn't Greta Yurt? Our own agent had a hard time telling us apart, how could this alien?
"Prepare for takeoff," Zeysor said. He sat in the pilot's seat and buckled himself in.
"Wait!" I cried.
It was too late. A low rumble turned into a roaring sound as the ship took off into the sky.
