The Complete Alien's Bride

by Yamila Abraham

  “What do you know about that?”

  “He was obsessed with you. When the Instajants invaded he made certain he ran with you. You hid in the sewers with him for months. He abused you, didn’t he? And raped you.”

  Lenora gave a tearful laugh. “Is that all you know? You think you really have any idea?”

  “Tell me, Lenora.”

  She considered this. She’d never told anyone in her life, but if he knew he would let her go. That’s what she wanted, right? To leave him. To struggle on her own.

  She grimaced. Of course not. She wanted to be an innocent princess like Vivian, and get to marry her Prince Charming. To be happy without any of the poison inside her ever bubbling up.

  She was a fool.

  “Hastings was a lunatic. At first we were cordial and I had to accept the special treatment he was giving me because he was my commanding officer. It didn’t take long for me to despise him. He was driving a truck in our convoy. I was in the front seat. A cat ran across the road in front of us. He swerved the damn truck in order to hit it. Then he turned and laughed and said, ‘I hate cats.’ I was so disgusted I wanted nothing to do with him. This only made him want me. He showed up in the barracks and tried to drag me into an office with him. When I actually got sexual harassment charges to stick on him our vendetta became personal. He badmouthed me to every officer he could to try and keep me from being promoted. Then he started orchestrated transfers to get me back into his unit. Every time I got a transfer order I knew he was behind it. I fought, and fought, and the war just got worse. I finally gave up and let myself get transferred because there were bigger things to worry about. As far as Hastings was concerned the only issue was that I wasn’t sleeping with him. It was as if he’d gone completely insane since I last saw him. He put me in the front line to fight the Instajants with him, even though this was prohibited with women. Everything had fallen apart by then. No one was there to check him. When he saw that the Instajants were impervious to our weapons and moved faster than the eye could see, he handcuffed me to him and ran into a rain gutter. He had a pack of provisions with him. It had been his plan all along.

  “We found a mother and her toddler and I made him take them with us into the sewers. The child was constantly screaming. She didn’t last more than two nights before Hastings…smothered her.” Lenora grimaced. “He claimed he had to do it. The Instajants would hear her and find us otherwise. The mother railed against him. He almost shot her, but I pushed up his gun. After that we were on our own.

  “Yes he raped me. He raped me until—until he didn’t have to anymore. Until I was his mindless subordinate soldier. Yes, sir. No, sir. Our wrists were bloody messes due to the cuffs. I kept having to fight infection. He wouldn’t take them off us, even for a second.

  “He started ranting about survival. Survival. That’s all that mattered. It didn’t matter what you ate, who you killed, or what you endured. Survival was the only thing. ‘Kill that rat. Break its neck. Its life don’t matter. You want to survive, don’t you?’ That was his mantra and it infected my brain. If I could make myself an animal that really did only care about base things like survival then things would be easier. I ate garbage and slept in filth. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t a human anymore. I was just the dog who belonged to Sergeant Hastings. That’s what he turned me into.

  “We would hear those things’ legs scraping over the sewer caps. They prowled everywhere looking for bodies to infect. People to turn into zombies. Never dying, just retaining consciousness while no longer having control over your own body. It was a fate worse than death. Giving up to them wouldn’t end your misery. It would extend it for the rest of your life. Anything was better than that, even becoming a subhuman.

  “The scratching stopped eventually. When your robots opened all the manholes and none of the Instajants fell down we knew for sure they were gone. I wanted to give up and get the vaccine. That way I could escape him. I couldn’t imagine an existence worse than what I’d had then. Hastings still wouldn’t let me go. He said now we were running from the Dak-Hiliah. We would be running forever. I couldn’t handle that. I felt the last bit of my sanity slip away.”

  Lenora’s voice turned trance-like. “That first night, when we knew for sure the Instajants were gone, Hastings slept with his gun in his holster instead of clutching it to his chest. What I did next—it wasn’t me. I felt like I’d left my body and had become a spectator. I worked the gun out of his holster. Slowly, carefully. Then I clicked off the safety as quietly as I could, pointed it to his temple, and…” Tears streaked down her face. She thought she could say it. The words remained choked inside her.

  Lysanter brought an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him. Now the tears came in earnest. Her body became wracked with sobs. Lysanter held her tight and soothed her trembling back.

  “Good for you, Lenora.”

  “No…I…I killed a man in cold blood. I blew his brains out. I didn’t even…didn’t even hesitate. It was for survival. Fucking survival.”

  “You should never have suffered like that. You didn’t deserve it, Lenora. But that man—he deserved to die. He killed a child and almost killed a woman. He would have killed you in the end if you hadn’t freed yourself. Don’t you see that now? Now that you can look back with a clear head? Stop punishing yourself.” He pulled her back and looked into her eyes. “Lenora—you deserve to be happy.”

  She snuffled. “I don’t even deserve to be around civilized people. Not after what I did—what he turned me into.”

  “That’s not true and you know it. All I’ve seen is a loving caring woman willing to do anything to protect her friend.”

  Lenora’s brow furrowed.

  “You’re not broken or poisonous. You were wounded and you need help to recover. I knew this before we met. I want to help you, Lenora. I want this more than anything.” He drew her against him again. “Don’t throw yourself away, Lenora. Give yourself a chance. Stop running. Stop merely surviving. It’s time for you to live.”

  She clung to him, but her anguished expression remained conflicted. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Then I must go back on my word.”

  He released her and edged himself to the side of the bed. Lenora stared at his broad back.

  “If you lose today I will assert my right to keep you as my bride. I’m no longer giving you a choice.”

  He rose and went into one of the two bathrooms.

  Lenora lingered in the bed. The emotion still raged in her chest. She wanted to lie down and think. There was no luxury of time. She forced herself to rise and go into the other bathroom.

  When Lenora and Vivian entered the arena curtain the pyramid looked strangely innocuous. The lights were on. The site was familiar.

  Danfet started announcing. Lenora tuned him out.

  “There’s nothing to climb,” she said to Vivian. “They took down the restraining wall, the blocks, the chain ladders.”

  “What are we going to use to climb up?” Vivian said.

  Lenora squared her jaw. “Each other.” She grabbed her hand and ran to the first tier. “Look, the ladders are folded up. You just need to flip them down for me once you get up.”

  “Me?”

  The robot alarm started chirping. Lenora knelt down to give Vivian a boost.

  “Would you rather be running from the robot down here?”

  Vivian put her foot on Lenora’s hand and let herself be hoisted. The lanky girl easily got the top half of her body over the edge. She scampered up and kicked down the ladder. Lenora skirted up the chain while the robot headed for her. Its extendable pincher banged into the ladder just as she cleared it.

  “There,” Lenora said while getting in position again. “Just four more tiers. We can do this.”

  “Fuck, I hope so!” Vivian scampered up yet again.

  The next tier was taken without incident, on the third the alarm chirped and the robot came out of a dangerously close door. Lenora darted up the l
adder, but this time a pincher hand caught her shoe. She kicked her foot out of it. The crowd gasped and then thumped their scepters.

  The robot alarm was already chirping on the fourth tier. Lenora hoisted Vivian up as fast as she could. The ladder dropped down on the other side of the emerging robot.

  “Damn it.”

  Lenora climbed half way down the ladder below her to evade the robot. Vivian screamed down at her.

  “Len! Hurry up! The robot’s going to come out on this level!”

  When the robot above Lenora moved past her a few feet she wrenched herself up and lunged for the ladder. She took the rungs two at a time. The robot still caught her leg. Lenora held on to the chain with all strength.

  “Fuck!”

  “Len, no!”

  She used her dangling free leg to kick the chain into the robot’s cylinder head. It made a spider web crack and the pincher grew weak. Lenora yanked her leg free. The robot alarm chirped again.

  Lenora positioned herself to hoist up Vivian. “Kick down the ladder and then touch the statue. Don’t wait for me.”

  The robot popped out and headed for them. Vivian tried to scamper up, but her arms lost traction. She slipped back downward. Lenora pushed her up by her feet.

  “Damn it girl! Do you want to marry Nayjoor?”

  This time Vivian gripped the edge and got up. The robot had closed in enough to block her from the ladder below. Lenora jumped down toward it and caught a rung in her hand. Her arm felt nearly pulled from its socket, but she was safe.

  “Vivian has won!” Danfet’s voice boomed over the speakers. “We have our champion!”

  The sound of thudding scepters and cheers erupted all around Lenora.

  “Thank God,” she said.

  When she looked up she saw Vivian looking down at her sadly. She hadn’t dropped the ladder.

  “Len—there isn’t a ladder on this level. I don’t know how you’re going to get up.”

  Lenora swallowed. Of course there wasn’t. Only one of them could win, and that had to be Vivian. She found it strange how this fact didn’t make her sad. There was a bittersweet warmth within her.

  “I trust your friend has explained the situation to you, Lenora,” Danfet said. “What are you going to do now? I assure you, there’s no way for you to win—and you are timed.”

  She could throw up the ladder she was on now and maybe Vivian could hold it for her while she climbed up. The girl probably wasn’t strong enough, and she’d need to disable the robot before even trying. She fumed. Why even bother with this train of thought. She didn’t want to win.

  She looked up at Vivian again. Lysanter now stood beside her. There was great emotion in his auburn eyes. Seeing him gave her strength.

  “I forfeit!”

  “Gentlemen—did you hear? Lenora Winquist has forfeited!”

  The arena erupted once again.

  She climbed up the ladder. The robot rolled beside her, but did not grab her. Dornovonians appeared on the top level to lower a proper ladder to her. When she climbed up Vivian pulled her into a hug.

  “I’m sorry. You’re okay with this though, aren’t you?”

  Lenora soothed her back. “It’s fine. All that matters is that you’re free.”

  “Look how our Lenora congratulates the winner!” Danfet said. “What a wonderful sport she is!”

  More cheers and thumping. Lenora stepped over to Lysanter. He took her hand.

  “Please be happy, Lenora.”

  A soft smile formed on her lips. “I think…I kind of am.”

  Lysanter embraced her. She wrapped her arms around his large back and squeezed.

  “How sweet!” Danfet said. “Our Lenora embraces her groom!”

  The cheers now turned to whoops and hollers.

  Lenora realized Danfet’s voice had gotten more immediate. She broke from Lysanter to see that he had come out onto the tier with a microphone.

  “Gentlemen, I’ve just been told a very angry Lord Nayjoor has rushed his ship off planet Dornovonia.”

  The crowd laughed. Danfet went to Vivian.

  “Congratulations on winning the Bride Games! What are your plans now, Vivian Thurski?”

  She wet her lips to attempt the complicated Dak-Hiliah language with her usual slang. “Um…I want to stay on Dornovonia. It’s one kick-ass world.”

  Danfet laughed. “I’m sure the Dornovonians will appreciate that when this is aired on their consoles. Now then, what about marriage one day? You know, we’re not all as mean as our Lord Nayjoor.”

  Vivian made a goofy smile. “I know. Maybe. Maybe one day.”

  “Might I interest you in a kindly games organizer who just so happens to reside on planet Dornovonia?”

  “You’re too old for me, dude.”

  The audience laughed loudly once again.

  Danfet feigned being wounded. “Oh! What bitter heartbreak!” He walked over to Lenora who now stood huddled against Lysanter’s side.

  “Lenora, what are your thoughts on losing today?”

  She considered. “I’m happy that Vivian won. That was the most important thing.”

  “Now you must marry Lord Lysanter. What do you think of that?”

  She looked at him. “There are worse fates.”

  The crowd cheered and thudded.

  “I just wish—”

  The audience grew silent again.

  “—that I could be a better woman for him.”

  Lysanter steered the microphone to his mouth. “My wish is for Lenora to see her own worth. She is the best woman for me. I don’t want anyone else.” He looked down at her. “I love you.”

  Lenora’s lips parted. She felt a dizzying warmth in her middle.

  Danfet waited for the crowd’s cheers to die down once again. “The viceroy of Dornovonia professes his love for Lenora! My dear—what do you think of this immense revelation?”

  Lenora placed her hand on Lysanter’s cheek and leaned up to kiss him. He cradled her in his arms. Their lips sealed sweetly together while Danfet continued blathering.

  “Fantastic! I can think of no greater parting image than this! Until next year, my friends! Farewell from the Bride Games!”

  ***Epilogue***

  Lysanter and Lenora sat together at an intimate breakfast table in their shared quarters. She wore a sweeping nightgown and robe. Lysanter wore his loose sleeping pants. Hester entered through his private door. He bowed his head to both of them.

  “I regret to inform you that Vivian did not return home last night.”

  “Oh my God.”

  Lysanter took her hand. “She’s safe Lenora. Crime on Dornovonia is practically nonexistent.”

  “I’m not worried about her safety. I’m worried about her waking up married. Who did she go out with last night? Hazifet?”

  “I think it was Flenor,” Lysanter said, “the roboticist.”

  Hester lifted his small finger. “It was Malkideen, master. One of the soldiers from the base.”

  Lenora stirred her food. “That’s a new one.”

  There was a knock at the door followed by Vivian peeking in. “Hey.”

  “Hey yourself,” Lenora said.

  Vivian slithered in. Her eyes were red-rimmed. “Yeah, I just thought I’d let you know I’m okay. We were coasting all over the place in his hover car and before you knew it, it was morning.”

  “You know if you sleep with one of these Dak-Hiliah it’s a marriage rite,” Lenora said.

  Vivian grinned. “We didn’t go all the way.”

  Lysanter cleared his throat. Lenora threw a packet of seasoning at her.

  “Get out of here!”

  She giggled and zipped out. Hester bowed and also took his leave.

  Lenora sighed. “I feel like I’m her mother.”

  “Vivian’s capable of taking care of herself. She’s able to be reckless here with little chance of consequences.” He wiped his mouth on a napkin. “But speaking of motherhood—you’re due for your first pregnancy
test.”

  She blinked. “Really? Already?”

  Lysanter stood. “Lenora, the way we’ve been going at it these last two weeks, I’d be surprised if you weren’t pregnant.”

  She stood with a dubious expression. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised either. I wasn’t thinking about it. Can I really handle being a mother?”

  Lysanter moved beside her and wrapped her in his arm. “You live on a planet full of nannies. Of course you can handle it.” He kissed her forehead.

  A short while later they stood in the administrative building infirmary for a Dornovonia technician to test a drop of blood from her finger. The short female’s tool sounded with three cheerful notes.

  “Yep. She’s pregnant alright.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Lenora, that’s wonderful,” Lysanter said.

  The tech moved to the other side of the room with her specimen.

  “Is it?” Lenora said. “I was just trying to keep things together between me and you. Now there’s a child involved.”

  “A child means you have no choice but to stop running. It’s the best thing for you. For us.”

  She gave him a forlorn look.

  “Is it still a struggle for you to be with me, Lenora?”

  She shook her head slowly. “It…never was.”

  He smiled.

  “I just feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I trust you—I just don’t trust myself.”

  “I trust you, Lenora.” He kissed her hand. “There’s no challenge that you and I can’t surmount together. You know I love you.”

  “I…”

  Lysanter’s brow rose.

  “…love you, too.”

  He pulled her up and squeezed her. Then he kissed her. Lenora held tightly to him.

  Deep down she knew he was right. They would manage—come what may.

  This was where she was meant to be.

  END

  Alien’s Bride

  Selena

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