which is still holding his gun, now pointed behind me. This, I’m not expecting.
Breathe.
Can’t! My hands are pushing against his chest to protect myself, as if that could make a difference. His size is overwhelming, and when I look up into his green eyes, so mesmerizing, I don’t see an alien exactly.
He mutters something softly in his raspy voice that does not translate, and focuses on my mouth, leaning in just inches from my face. He inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring slightly.
I remain still, sensing that nothing is the right thing to do.
But . . . he’s confused, like he can’t figure out why I’m not doing anything. Now I’m confused. Oh . Maybe as a human woman, he expects me to ravage him.
But all at once he seems to not care and starts to lift me up to him in one easy movement, my thighs pressed against his, as though he’s going to . . . kiss me? Or maybe harm me in some alien way with his mouth? Now I’m really losing it!
Take your only fighting chance! Do what Lt. Lazarus taught us. The opposite of whatever your brain is telling you. Since my brain is saying run !, I relax a little in his hold. This seems to alleviate some of his tension. I move my hands up onto his bare shoulders, which feel abnormally warm. As my feet lift off the ground, I panic.
As quickly as I can, I press down on his shoulders giving myself the leverage I need to knee him as hard as possible right in the spot I had just coveted.
Now! I give it all I have, clenching my core muscles to create as much force as possible.
For one terrible moment, I fear that a knee to the groin will not have any effect on a Thell’eon male. But he withdraws his grip slightly, tensing as if in pain, and releases me. I drop back to the ground lightly. His lips open, but nothing comes out. The markings above his eyebrows and near his scalp have bunched together in a way that was likely never intended. His eyes seem almost human in their incapacitated, watery state. It’s that same look of sheer disbelief, like I have just done the impossible. What is it with these guys?
I spin away from him as he keels over. But my feet shoot out from me, and I hit the floor backward, hard. Sharp pain sears through my skull. I literally see stars for a second.
He yanked me down using my ponytail!
No time! You have to get away, now ! I hurl myself into a reverse somersault, nearly planting my butt in his face. He’s making a disturbing moaning sound. Good! I grab his trunk of a forearm with both hands, put one knee on it, and attempt a maneuver that is sure to break it and free my hair. However his arm is way too big; mine are too weak.
Frantically, I push against his arm giving it all I have got, and I think I even scream, “Let go!” a couple of times. Finally something useful pops in my mind. My knife! I will cut my hair! I reach for it and he must think I will cut him, or the pain is too much, because— miracles —he lets go.
I lurch forward off the floor, grabbing his gun with one hand, which he must have dropped at some point, maybe to grab my hair, and replace my knife in its holster with my other hand. Run! Left, then two rights, or was it right and two lefts? Shit!
His gun is so heavy. Toss it!
No, you might need it. I’m just about to take the first left (definitely left), when I hear the strange sound, like a synthesized laser in Lightvision TM.33 , over my shoulder. The wall bursts into nothing but an empty hole, charred with black soot.
Are they using real fire on me? Why not a stun setting?
Because this isn’t pretend!
My sense of reality shifts, creating a brand new sensation, kind of like all the oxygen has been sucked out the room.
As I take the left, an unarmed Thell’eon far across the room working on what appears to be controls, spins around. He’s startled, but reacts quickly enough, coming for me despite the gun I’m pointing at him. I press what looks like the trigger but nothing happens. I waste no time grabbing my
Breathe.
Can’t! My hands are pushing against his chest to protect myself, as if that could make a difference. His size is overwhelming, and when I look up into his green eyes, so mesmerizing, I don’t see an alien exactly.
He mutters something softly in his raspy voice that does not translate, and focuses on my mouth, leaning in just inches from my face. He inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring slightly.
I remain still, sensing that nothing is the right thing to do.
But . . . he’s confused, like he can’t figure out why I’m not doing anything. Now I’m confused. Oh . Maybe as a human woman, he expects me to ravage him.
But all at once he seems to not care and starts to lift me up to him in one easy movement, my thighs pressed against his, as though he’s going to . . . kiss me? Or maybe harm me in some alien way with his mouth? Now I’m really losing it!
Take your only fighting chance! Do what Lt. Lazarus taught us. The opposite of whatever your brain is telling you. Since my brain is saying run !, I relax a little in his hold. This seems to alleviate some of his tension. I move my hands up onto his bare shoulders, which feel abnormally warm. As my feet lift off the ground, I panic.
As quickly as I can, I press down on his shoulders giving myself the leverage I need to knee him as hard as possible right in the spot I had just coveted.
Now! I give it all I have, clenching my core muscles to create as much force as possible.
For one terrible moment, I fear that a knee to the groin will not have any effect on a Thell’eon male. But he withdraws his grip slightly, tensing as if in pain, and releases me. I drop back to the ground lightly. His lips open, but nothing comes out. The markings above his eyebrows and near his scalp have bunched together in a way that was likely never intended. His eyes seem almost human in their incapacitated, watery state. It’s that same look of sheer disbelief, like I have just done the impossible. What is it with these guys?
I spin away from him as he keels over. But my feet shoot out from me, and I hit the floor backward, hard. Sharp pain sears through my skull. I literally see stars for a second.
He yanked me down using my ponytail!
No time! You have to get away, now ! I hurl myself into a reverse somersault, nearly planting my butt in his face. He’s making a disturbing moaning sound. Good! I grab his trunk of a forearm with both hands, put one knee on it, and attempt a maneuver that is sure to break it and free my hair. However his arm is way too big; mine are too weak.
Frantically, I push against his arm giving it all I have got, and I think I even scream, “Let go!” a couple of times. Finally something useful pops in my mind. My knife! I will cut my hair! I reach for it and he must think I will cut him, or the pain is too much, because— miracles —he lets go.
I lurch forward off the floor, grabbing his gun with one hand, which he must have dropped at some point, maybe to grab my hair, and replace my knife in its holster with my other hand. Run! Left, then two rights, or was it right and two lefts? Shit!
His gun is so heavy. Toss it!
No, you might need it. I’m just about to take the first left (definitely left), when I hear the strange sound, like a synthesized laser in Lightvision TM.33 , over my shoulder. The wall bursts into nothing but an empty hole, charred with black soot.
Are they using real fire on me? Why not a stun setting?
Because this isn’t pretend!
My sense of reality shifts, creating a brand new sensation, kind of like all the oxygen has been sucked out the room.
As I take the left, an unarmed Thell’eon far across the room working on what appears to be controls, spins around. He’s startled, but reacts quickly enough, coming for me despite the gun I’m pointing at him. I press what looks like the trigger but nothing happens. I waste no time grabbing my
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