“What the hell?” Cyra whispered to herself as she took in their new surroundings.
“At least we’re out of that death trap but like what is this shit?” Gypsy whispered back.
Okay, you’re going to be okay, Cyra thought to herself as she tried to touch the reflective walls with her fingertips.
“Did you say something else?” Gypsy asked, puzzled.
“No? Why?”
“I thought I heard you say something about being okay?” Gypsy questioned.
“I didn’t say anything, I thought it to myself…”
What the hell? Am I hearing things now? Gypsy thought to herself.
“Wait, I just heard that,” Cyra whispered to Gypsy.
“Heard what?”
“You ask if you’re hearing things now.”
“I didn’t say it out loud?”
“I think we can hear each other’s thoughts,” Cyra said excitedly, “try thinking of something again.”
Okay, can you hear what I’m thinking now? Gypsy thought.
Yes, can you hear what I’m thinking back? Cyra asked in her mind.
Whoa, this is tripping me out, Gypsy smiled and looked at what she thought was Cyra’s face, but with the strobing lights, it was hard to tell.
Okay, well now that we know we don’t need to actually speak, we need to figure out a way out of this thing, Cyra thought to Gypsy.
She went over and put her index fingertip on one of the strobing lights, ouch; it released some sort of electrical current that shocked her. This can’t be a dead end, there has to be a secret exit.
An idea popped into Gypsy’s head. Remember how we pictured ourselves at Lost Lands and then we ended up here? Well, what if to get out of these rooms and corridors, we have to imagine ourselves somewhere else?
That actually makes sense…where should we picture ourselves now?
Ummm, I haven’t thought that far yet, clearly, but should we try to do Lost Lands again or maybe try EDC and see what happens?
Let’s try EDC and then if that doesn’t work we can just go back and do Lost Lands again, Cyra answered.
Cyra reached for Gypsy’s hands and held them tight like before. They both started to close their eyes when all of a sudden a loud thud, like a metal crate slamming on the ground disrupted their thought processes. The flashing lights came to a halt and the hallway went black except for red strip lights running along the top of the reflective walls.
“Ibo novum bloop,” said a voice that must have been coming from one of the aliens. We need to find those two girls.
Whoa, did you just hear that? Cyra asked Gypsy telepathically.
Yeah, like it translated itself so we could understand what it said. What the fuck!
They were in disbelief. Something in this universe was making it possible for them to understand the native language the aliens were speaking, on top of them developing telepathy. As long as they could stay somewhat hidden from these creatures, they might finally have an advantage in aiding their escape.
The creatures varied in height, from about five feet to nine feet tall. Their appearances depended on the mood they were in; reflecting on the hue of their “skin”, with the spectrum of different rainbow colors. The aliens’ eyes were large, black, almonds, about the size of a small human fist, that angled upwards; ranging in amount per creature. Their “hair” was clusters of stardust that flowed how human hair would and glowed. They had slender builds, but some were plumper, indicating their status as being an elder and their “fingers” and “toes” had a range of three to four in variation.
The girls noticed that some of the aliens would float and hover above the floor but some would walk like humans, which they could only assume would be due to the difference of the ones that were trying to get inside the heads of humans and those that were not. The voices started getting closer and they had to act fast if they wanted to stay hidden. Cyra and Gypsy crouched down as low to the ground as they could while staying parallel to the reflective walls.
Please, please, please, just walk past us, Gypsy thought to herself as she tried to slow her breathing to the point of being undetectable.
There were two aliens that the voices belonged to. One was about seven feet tall with light pink “skin” and long flowing particles that resembled hair and had only two eyes. Three “fingers” and “toes” that had small, bulbous tips similar to how fingernails would be on humans. It was walking like a human and moving its “hands” while it talked.
This one must be trying to relate to humans, Cyra thought upon seeing it.
The other alien was slightly taller, standing at about nine feet tall with pale blue “skin” and shorter stiff particles that appeared to be tousled similar to how someone with shorter hair would style their hair on Earth. It had four eyes, “fingers”, and “toes”, however instead of walking, this one floated above the ground and remained pretty stiff when it talked, showing little emotion.
“Boop bleep memem todum,” the pink one said with a sigh.
I have no idea how they could have escaped.
“Mobem boop bleep todum fiddim,” the blue one replied in an agitated tone.
I’ll tell you how; they fucking figured out a form of teleportation.
Gypsy and Cyra held each other close while still crouched down. The aliens were moving at a slow pace and any sudden movement could warrant the greatly unwanted attention. Focusing on having slow and controlled breathing, they studied how the aliens moved and talked. The pink one was very lively and energetic while the blue one was more serious and did not seem to have an ounce of happiness. That could more easily be explained by their different colorings too. When the blue one spoke, it briefly turned a bright shade of red, then quickly cooled off to its blue hue that it had been before, which would back up the reasoning behind their hues changing with their moods.
Once they reached what appeared to be the end of the hallway, they each pressed a “hand” up against the reflection, moved in unison to the top right, then diagonally down to the bottom left, up to the top center, then down to the bottom center. After they both reached the bottom center, the hallway split in half and revealed a blinding light that made it impossible for the girls to see what was on the other side.
This might be our chance out of here! Gypsy got excited.
Yeah, but for all we know, there could be an army on the other side looking for us, Cyra brought Gypsy back to reality.
Okay then what do we do? Just sit around and wait to be captured again?
No, we need to figure out what’s on the other side of that without being noticed.
Okay. Let me just go grab my alien suit I packed in my back pocket, Gypsy thought sarcastically.
Ha-ha bitch you’re so funny, Cyra rolled her eyes.
I had to lighten the mood somehow.
I know and that’s one of the reasons why I love you, but there has to be something we’re missing. If only there was a way for us to befriend one of the aliens or something… Cyra’s thought trailed off as two more aliens entered the hallway.
These ones were different in appearance than the last two. One appeared to be nine feet tall with a dark purple hue and three, large, black eyes. The stardust around its head resembled how cornrows would look on Earth and floated down right above its “shoulders”. It had a slightly larger physique that gave off the impression of being strong, similar to how a muscular person on Earth would look. There were four “fingers” and “toes” attached to each of its limbs and it was walking like humans do.
The other one was a deep blue and stood about nine feet tall as well. This one had four large eyes but only three “fingers” and “toes” with the stardust around its head falling past its “shoulders” in a formation that resembled how dreads would be on Earth. Similar to the other one in having a larger physique, but the tone and definition wa
s slightly smaller. It was also walking like a human.
“It’s crazy that they were able to escape,” the purple one said in a deep voice.
“I know, ha-ha, but oh well, good for them. I really don’t understand why the Council is wanting to capture humans like this,” the blue one replied in a nonchalant tone.
Are they speaking English? Gypsy questioned.
You hear it too? Holy shit I thought I was going even crazier than I already have.
No, I feel that on a spiritual level, but I’m pretty sure they’re speaking plain English.
“You know we can hear your thoughts right?” The purple one joked as it looked around to try to see them.
Is it talking to us? Gypsy asked Cyra.
“Yes, I am talking to you guys. Not every one of us has the ability to, but we do, so you should be careful,” it replied.
How do we know they’re not just trying to trick us? Cyra questioned.
“Because if we were, we would have lured you in with something way more clever than this.”
Should we trust them? Gypsy looked at Cyra.
“I don’t think you’ve understood what I’m saying. I can hear your telepathic thoughts and therefore am trying to help you girls so you don’t get captured by some of the other ones that actually want you dead.”
“If they wanted us dead, why wouldn’t they have just done it in the forest?” Gypsy finally broke her silence.
“Ah there they are,” the blue one pointed in Gypsy and Cyra’s direction.
“I know it’s stupid, but they want to understand why you guys enjoy music festivals so much. Don’t ask me why they think this is the way to do it, but I’ll explain more once we’re somewhere that’s not a public area,” the purple one said in a reassuring voice, “you need to trust us though. I know why should you trust us, blah, blah, blah; the answer is that you really have no other option except staying here and trying to figure this place out on your own, which will almost end in a guaranteed recapture sooner rather than later. But hey, it’s your choice.”
“Fuck it, what else do we have to lose?” Cyra said as she grabbed Gypsy’s hand and stood up.
“How are we going to get to a private place?” Gypsy was skeptical.
“If you touch one of our limbs, you’ll blend in enough that we can go to where we need to and then figure out a more thought-through plan to get you guys out of here for good,” the blue one replied.
Gypsy reached her arm around the purple one’s leg while Cyra did the same on the blue one. Hearts pounding despite their best efforts to stay calm, they walked alongside the aliens to the end of the hallway where the other ones had just exited. The aliens put in the code and the doors opened, revealing the bright, blinding light again and they stepped through to the other side.
CHAPTER NINE
When they walked into the light, they felt pressure squeeze them in their entirety and quickly release, like a quick but suffocating hug. The light was blinding for about thirty seconds, then their eyes quickly adjusted to the new environment.
I feel like I’m tripping on acid, Gypsy thought.
I was just about to say the same thing, Cyra replied in her head.
The walls were vibrating and dripping in rainbow colors that looked like a waterfall of neon paint. Lights that dangled from the ceiling were bulbs varying in size and twinkling iridescent colors that lit up the sparkly, color-changing floor that rippled whenever anything touched it. This must have been some sort of common area because there were various types of aliens all around, conversating, eating, and studying or reading. It was loud, but it sounded like white noise since the girls did not have supersonic hearing to detect individual conversations.
Cyra and Gypsy gripped onto the purple and blue aliens’ legs slightly harder. The whole experience was a rush, but they had to stay calm so they would not be detected by the other aliens going about their days.
Almost there, the purple one said telepathically which helped to calm some of the nerves that had taken over.
“Nobukin moofeebem loonuk!”
FUCK! You guys need to slow down your heart rate as much as possible and stop communicating right now! We’ll explain later but for now try to be as undetectable as possible.
“Neek loonuk properim! Femodem nobukin,” the purple one said to a new alien that approached them from across the room. They appeared to know each other, but the purple alien did not seem too thrilled by the guest appearance.
“Moofeebem loruk mabidem yanood,” the blue alien chimed in to try to speed up the conversation so they could continue moving.
This new alien was shorter than the two Cyra and Gypsy were with. It stood about six feet tall and had a deep Burgundy color to it. Slightly on the bigger side, it had a rounded shape, which indicated it was older than most of the aliens they had encountered. Instead of having stardust giving the appearance of hair, it was bald with two eyes on the back of its head and another three on the front. It had four “fingers” and “toes” but they were longer than the other types the girls had seen with mini glowing bulbs at the ends.
Cyra and Gypsy had slowed their heart rates down to an almost nonexistent beat, which was only possible because of the galaxy they were in; if they were on Earth, they would be dead. Keeping their eyes half open, they could barely make out their surroundings anymore, but it was crucial in them being undetected.
“Nillob!”
Finally they were moving again. The blue and purple aliens started to pick up their paces this time though, making it obvious that something had sparked their need to get to somewhere private as more urgent than before. Something about that other alien was unsettling and if it was making the purple and blue aliens act this way, the girls were especially nervous. Scared of being detected, Cyra and Gypsy remained clinically “dead” until they felt taps on their shoulders telling them it was okay to revive their heartbeats back to a normal pace.
They were in a dark room that was illuminated by changing neon lights around the ceiling and along the bottom of the walls where the floor connected. Here, they were finally able to ask the questions that they had been waiting to ask.
Is it better to actually speak or communicate telepathically in here? Gypsy asked.
“Either way…we’re in an undetectable room known as a ‘safe haven’ that is hidden away from the rest of society. Few know about this place since it was used during our war time and has since been closed off to the public,” the blue one replied.
“Okay, then I guess first thing’s first…what’re your names?” Cyra asked.
“Well, you wouldn’t be able to pronounce our actual names,” the purple one said with a deep chuckle, “so how our names would be pronounced on Earth is Dewayne and Lamborghini, but he goes by Lamb or L for short.”
“Okay, Dewayne…” Gypsy started to say when Cyra cut her off.
“Why the fuck did we get captured?” Cyra was on the verge of having a panic attack. Her breathing was short and shallow despite her efforts to slow her heart rate down, it kept spiking and her hands started trembling.
“Hey, hey, hey, I know it’s a lot to take in and everything but you’re going to be okay. I’m here with you and we’re going to figure out how to get back,” Gypsy reached out to hold Cyra’s hands.
They sat down slowly once Cyra started to breathe a little deeper and stopped trembling. In and out. In and out. In and out.
After nearly ten minutes, all composure had been maintained again and Gypsy started talking again, “why exactly did we get abducted?”
“Well, in order to completely answer that, we need to give you a bit of background on how our so-called ‘society’ works,” Lamb answered.
“As you may have noticed, we all look pretty different. Some of us have three eyes, bulbous tips, and phalanges while others have more. Some have a combination of four bulbous tips
and phalanges, but they can have as many as five eyes. However, the ones with five eyes are typically only Watchers; that bald guy you saw us talking to earlier was one. They are like supersonic and can see into other galaxies and into past and future lightyears,” Dewayne paused to let Gypsy and Cyra start to comprehend the information they had just been told.
“They’re the main ones you’ll need to watch out for because they are literally insane; they play a huge roll in why the Council decided to invade Earth,” continued Lamb. “The ‘fatter’ ones are our elders,” it rolled its eyes, “they think that they know how to run a successful and powerful empire but their ways and ideas are outdated.”
“The Council is made up of the oldest members in our empire; every three terms, a vote is cast in each solar system that makes up our galaxy and the elder with the most votes in each one instantly gets a spot on the Council. Watchers are like the ‘security’ or ‘police’ of our society and will alert the Council when they see anyone not following protocol and are immediately put on trial to determine whether you will be exiled, executed, or imprisoned. Being imprisoned is probably the worst thing that can happen to you because they become test subjects to harsh new abducting techniques and torture ideas. Sex is basically forbidden since none of us are allowed to show our genders or act on our different types of sexualities; they try to make us all varying versions of the same ‘robot’ consciousness that they believe is going to make our empire rein supreme to all other galaxies,” Dewayne stopped to take a breath and stop himself from getting too worked up.
Lamb chimed in, “the Council has eyes and ears everywhere. They have a habit of preying on those of us that have alternative views on the universe and enjoy ‘underground’ music that has been banned for centuries. This gets us more into why they decided to capture you and your other friends. They absolutely hate EDM with a passion and since they are starting to feel the loss of control with our society rebelling and creating underground festivals that they cannot regulate, they ventured out into your galaxy to take over and regain some sense of control that they feel will make them superior again in building a multidimensional empire…”
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