when in reality years had passed.
In one instant she was fighting the scientists and crew, afraid she was about to drown, and the next she floated on her back in the tank as if waking up from a dream.
The plexiglass case was open, and the stale air inside the cabin was surprisingly cool against her face. All of her joints felt stiff and ached when she tried to move.
The muscles of her stomach quivered as she took slow, shallow breaths. Her brain was still trapped in the moment of her fighting and tried to send panic signals to the rest of her body, but she was too out of it to respond.
A slight anxious feeling in her stomach was all she felt, her arms and legs like lead weights attached to her body.
As she slowly came to, her mind returning to some form of cognitive ability, she looked around and realized the state of things. The systems inside the ship’s cabin were sparking, some of them aflame with tiny fires as if they had been stolen from a candlewick.
Something stung her on the back of her hand. Muscle impulses made her want to pull her hand away, but she couldn’t actually move it. A cold, wet sensation traveled up her arm.
Inside she knew she should’ve been concerned, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Every inch of her was trapped in near paralyzing lethargy.
The cold sensation traveled to the tips of her fingers and up her arm. Mentally she tracked as it moved throughout her body.
When it hit her heart, there was a slight delay before it burst throughout her chest. The cold stinging surged through her legs and down her other arm. A wave of it traveled up her neck and washed over her head in a great chilly wave.
In that moment, she reflexively took a large, deep breath. Strength returned to her limbs with every passing second.
Sylvia closed her eyes, enjoying the return of her body when suddenly the cabin door cracked and groaned as though it was being ripped from its hinges.
Wasn’t she in space?
Suddenly, the door exploded into the cabin and a deep red light filled the room.
Sylvia shot up straight and jumped out of the tank. Her wet foot slipped on the flooring as she tried to get to the weapons cache embedded in the bulkhead, but four men rushed inside.
Each of them was bare-chested and muscular. Long hair flowed about their heads, each a different shade of black or blue. One of them grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from her guns. He had a grip like a python!
Sylvia tried to pry his hand free, but surprisingly one of the other men growled and punched the one holding her.
In response, he grabbed the attacker by the face and pushed him back, sending him across the cabin and into the consoles. The already damaged electronics exploded in sparks.
Another one of the men grabbed her by the other arm, trying to pull her free of the first one’s grasp, but he was kicked in the groin by the fourth.
The one holding her tried to pull her to his muscled chest, but the fourth punched him in the face, twisted his arm, and pulled her free.
With a cry of victory, he dashed out of the cabin and into the open air of the alien planet.
Sylvia’s face was awash in the red light. The air went from the stale recycled oxygen of the cabin to the chemical smell of the new atmosphere.
At first it stung her nostrils and lungs, as though she had walked into a kitchen freshly mopped with cleaning solutions. After a few breaths however, she grew used to it and the sting faded.
The man held her off of her feet as he ran, looking behind him. When she turned to see where he was looking, she saw at least twenty other men all chasing them!
Each was more beautiful than the last. These were aliens?
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Great mountainous crags filled the horizon, some of them looking as though they pierced the sky with their jagged peaks. The one that held her ran like the wind, and those chasing were slowly losing ground.
When he looked back and saw this as well, he laughed and
In one instant she was fighting the scientists and crew, afraid she was about to drown, and the next she floated on her back in the tank as if waking up from a dream.
The plexiglass case was open, and the stale air inside the cabin was surprisingly cool against her face. All of her joints felt stiff and ached when she tried to move.
The muscles of her stomach quivered as she took slow, shallow breaths. Her brain was still trapped in the moment of her fighting and tried to send panic signals to the rest of her body, but she was too out of it to respond.
A slight anxious feeling in her stomach was all she felt, her arms and legs like lead weights attached to her body.
As she slowly came to, her mind returning to some form of cognitive ability, she looked around and realized the state of things. The systems inside the ship’s cabin were sparking, some of them aflame with tiny fires as if they had been stolen from a candlewick.
Something stung her on the back of her hand. Muscle impulses made her want to pull her hand away, but she couldn’t actually move it. A cold, wet sensation traveled up her arm.
Inside she knew she should’ve been concerned, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Every inch of her was trapped in near paralyzing lethargy.
The cold sensation traveled to the tips of her fingers and up her arm. Mentally she tracked as it moved throughout her body.
When it hit her heart, there was a slight delay before it burst throughout her chest. The cold stinging surged through her legs and down her other arm. A wave of it traveled up her neck and washed over her head in a great chilly wave.
In that moment, she reflexively took a large, deep breath. Strength returned to her limbs with every passing second.
Sylvia closed her eyes, enjoying the return of her body when suddenly the cabin door cracked and groaned as though it was being ripped from its hinges.
Wasn’t she in space?
Suddenly, the door exploded into the cabin and a deep red light filled the room.
Sylvia shot up straight and jumped out of the tank. Her wet foot slipped on the flooring as she tried to get to the weapons cache embedded in the bulkhead, but four men rushed inside.
Each of them was bare-chested and muscular. Long hair flowed about their heads, each a different shade of black or blue. One of them grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from her guns. He had a grip like a python!
Sylvia tried to pry his hand free, but surprisingly one of the other men growled and punched the one holding her.
In response, he grabbed the attacker by the face and pushed him back, sending him across the cabin and into the consoles. The already damaged electronics exploded in sparks.
Another one of the men grabbed her by the other arm, trying to pull her free of the first one’s grasp, but he was kicked in the groin by the fourth.
The one holding her tried to pull her to his muscled chest, but the fourth punched him in the face, twisted his arm, and pulled her free.
With a cry of victory, he dashed out of the cabin and into the open air of the alien planet.
Sylvia’s face was awash in the red light. The air went from the stale recycled oxygen of the cabin to the chemical smell of the new atmosphere.
At first it stung her nostrils and lungs, as though she had walked into a kitchen freshly mopped with cleaning solutions. After a few breaths however, she grew used to it and the sting faded.
The man held her off of her feet as he ran, looking behind him. When she turned to see where he was looking, she saw at least twenty other men all chasing them!
Each was more beautiful than the last. These were aliens?
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Great mountainous crags filled the horizon, some of them looking as though they pierced the sky with their jagged peaks. The one that held her ran like the wind, and those chasing were slowly losing ground.
When he looked back and saw this as well, he laughed and
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