Nykon (Zenkian Warriors) (A Sci Fi Alien Abduction Romance)

by Maia Starr

  "Shit. That is where the scales came from. They had removed his scales, those bastards,” I whispered to myself as I put the pieces of the puzzle together. I was really worked up over this. What if someone was watching the log of my security card and reported the use of it on the 10th floor to my father? He would be furious. He would either banish me from the facility or keep me here forever as a prisoner so that I did not tell anyone what I saw. I was feeling very paranoid. My heart rate was over the top, and I was sweating.

  I needed to relax. I ran the hot water in the tub to get ready to take a relaxing bath in order to calm myself. I needed to figure out what I was going to do. I knew that I had to act like nothing had happened, but that was easier said than done.

  I submerged myself into the hot water and relaxed. “Come on, Trish; you have to pull yourself together. You are a smart scientist. You have to figure something out here. You can't let the shock of an unethical lab experiment throw you off. You will probably go through a lot of things like this in your career," I whispered to myself. I was giving myself a pep talk. I did this often. Being the daughter of a father that was never around and a deceased mother, I only had myself to talk things through with.

  Any hard scientist would use this to their advantage, to further their career. But I never thought that way; I had always been the good girl. Where has that gotten me? I thought to myself. Then, it hit me: I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was surprised at how devious I was willing to be. I would have to keep it a secret. I would have to keep playing along like the good daughter, writing a very simple thesis about this research facility and nothing else. But I was going to do more, so much more. It was going to advance my career beyond any other in my field. I smiled to myself thinking about it.

  "You are a genius, Trish,” I whispered to myself and then allowed myself to relax even more into the hot water. I was feeling good. I was feeling really good. I closed my eyes, and the naked warrior popped into my head again. I remembered just how strong and toned he was.

  His skin was tight against his hard muscles. His arms were strong and thick, and his dark shaggy hair and rough beard made him look dangerous, rugged, and like someone that had seen battle. It was attractive. It was very taboo.

  Before I knew it, I found myself touching my knee ever so slightly. Then I moved my hand down the inside of my thigh farther and farther. I thought about the alien warrior as I released the locks on his wrists and legs. I imagined him pulling me into his arms and throwing me onto the lab gurney. Then he would voraciously put himself on top of me, his weight would be very heavy, and he would tower over me. My hand moved in the bath right over my center, my very wet center. I moved my fingers back and forth, back and forth as my excitement built. All the while I was imagining this stranger, this alien stranger that was being kept prisoner by my father.

  He would take me. It would be dangerous; if we were both caught, we would be in trouble. In the lab surrounded by science equipment, he would drive me over the edge as he moved on top of me. I moved my hand faster and faster over me until I was moaning loudly in the tub. I felt the build up of tension and then finally released as I kept my leg up in the air, stretching my toes. I released. I released such built up tension that my entire body convulsed. I opened my eyes. I was surprised at just how much thinking about that Corillion warrior turned me on. Although I had released into sweet orgasm, I was still hungry for more. It only made me want him more now that I had fantasized about it.

  I got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me. I needed to make an appearance at the late dinner. I didn’t want anyone to think I had been prowling around. I laid down on the bed with the wet towel wrapped around me, thinking.

  Now with my decadent plan in place, I would have to make sure that all the pieces of the puzzle came together before I took any action. This was going to be a very, very delicate situation. It would be dangerous. But it would be one that would make me the most famous biologist of all time. It was going to be completely worth it.

  Chapter 4

  JEDRIAN GLOMERORUM - LEADER OF GLOMER

  After seeing the petite human female, I was filled with hope. I now knew that I was going to get the hell out of there, and she was going to help me whether she wanted to or not. All I had to do now was wait and gather everything that I needed. Then, when the time was right, I would make my escape.

  But there was something else; I could not stop thinking about her. I kept telling myself it was because she was the key to my escape, but I knew that it was so much more than that. She was stunning. I kept picturing her petite body with perky breasts and slim thighs. Her long brown hair pulled up high on her head and her wide blue eyes that sparkled. She was lodged into my mind, and I wanted to touch her. I wanted her to touch me. But this was not my fault. She was a human female, and I was biologically designed to want her. I was designed to want to mate with her. My life depended on it. It was very distracting.

  I was expecting to have to wait several days before I saw the human female again, but I was wrong. She came to me that very night, late in the night. When she appeared in front of the glass wall, the device known as the clock was pointing to the number three.

  "Hello again,” I said to her as she stared at me.

  "Who are you?” she asked me.

  "I am called Jedrian Glomerorum. I am a Corillion,” I said to her.

  "What are you doing here?" she asked me.

  "I do not know what I am doing here. I do not know where I am. I do not know what kind of prison this is,” I said to her in a very calm, soft voice. I was trying to gain her trust. I did not need her to fear me.

  "Prison? This is not a prison," she said as she stepped closer to the glass. It was a good sign.

  "If this is not a prison, then what is it? Where is it? Am I on Earth?” I asked her. I tried to seem as dumb as I could, as though I was completely clueless and a victim.

  "Yes, you are on Earth. You are in an area that we call Virginia. It is high in the mountains. This is a laboratory where scientists do work and learn. But it is not a prison where criminals are kept,” she said as she put both of her hands up on the glass and leaned against it. Good. She was having a conversation with me, and that was a good start. But her information was puzzling to me.

  "Scientist? What is a scientist? What is a laboratory? If this is not a prison, then why am I here?” I asked her.

  She sighed, “So many questions; where to begin?” she said, looking down at her feet.

  "A scientist is a human that wants to learn things. They learn by doing experiments and recording the information. They study. I am a scientist, well, I am studying to become a scientist, but I will be done with my schooling soon.”

  "So you are one of them? You are one of the scientists that torture me. You are like these scientists that take knives to my skin and cut off my scales,” I said in restrained anger.

  "No. I mean yes. I mean, I am not exactly like them. I do not agree with what they are doing to you. Not all scientists practice those types of techniques. In fact, it is very wrong to do so; that is why they do it in secret, way out here in the mountains in the woods."

  "The woods? Are we surrounded by woods, trees?” I asked her. I was gathering information about my surroundings. She had no idea what I was up to.

  "Yes, we are deep in the woods on the mountain side. There is nothing for miles. It is very secluded out here."

  "If there is nothing for miles, then how do the scientists live here? How can they have the resources to survive and to do these things to me?” I asked.

  "This place is very large. It is a large complex with many buildings; there is a lot of storage of food and things needed for survival out here. It is very advanced. Do you mean to tell me you have never been outside this building?” she asked.

  "I was in a battle. My ship went down into the ocean. We were captured. My copilot was killed by the humans. I was put under in a sort of sleep. When I woke up, I was here on this table, strapp
ed to it. That is all I know."

  "I see. I am very sorry for the way that you are being treated here. I have nothing to do with it. I only stumbled upon this room; I am a visitor here,” she said to me.

  "You do not stay here?” I asked her.

  "No, I am visiting while I am on break from my schooling. I leave in a few days back to where I came from,” she said to me.

  It was good information. This meant that I had to move fast if I was going to use her to escape. She would not be here for very long, and I would miss my opportunity.

  "Where do you come from?” she asked.

  "I come from the Corillion galaxy. I came to Earth in peace; I did not think that my presence would be noticed. My planet is called Glomer. I am the ruler of that planet. If I do not return, then my entire Corillion warrior tribe will die,” I said to her.

  She gasped. “Is that true?” she asked.

  "Yes, it is true. But do not tell the others. I have not told them what I have told you. They asked me many questions, and I answered none. Please do not share this information with them. I trust you,” I said to her.

  "I will say nothing," she said with a soft smile. Her smile made me weak immediately. Damn, how was she doing that? She was so petite and fragile. How was this delicate female able to make me feel weak? It did not make sense to me.

  "What happens when you do not answer their questions?” she asked.

  "They hit me with a jolt of electricity that burns my body,” I said to her with restrained anger.

  "What?! How could they!"

  "It is the truth,” I said to her.

  She looked sad and mournful, if only for a moment. Then she looked at the clock. She began to panic. “I really should be getting back. I must go,” she said.

  "Must you really leave? You are the first human I have talked to that has actually had a conversation with me. It is nice. It makes me feel like less of an animal in a cage,” I said to her. She looked at me sadly. Her eyes began to water. Then she looked away and said, “I have to go. I could get in a lot of trouble for being here. Please say nothing about my presence here. No one knows I'm coming here and I would get in a lot of trouble if they knew,” she said, taking a few steps away from the glass and toward the door.

  "I will keep your secret if you keep mine. Do not tell anyone about who I am and where I am from. They may take advantage of the fact that they have a leader of an entire planet in captivity. That could be very dangerous for everyone,” I said to her.

  "You have my promise. I promise to keep your secret. You keep mine. Now I must go.”

  "Will you return? Will I see you again?”

  She stopped before she opened the door and turned to me and said, “I will be back. I promise that I will return.” Then she was gone.

  The next day it was easier to get through the bullshit that I had been going through with the scientists, for that is what the young woman had called them. I realized that she knew my name, but I did not know hers. It only added to her mystery. I was becoming intrigued with her. Not only was she mysterious, but she could also provide me with the information I needed to escape. She would be my means of escape.

  "You actually look cheerful today,” Dr. Maxwell said as he wrote down notes at my side.

  "I assure you that I am not," I glared at him.

  "I think you are. Has anything changed?” he asked. I looked at him suspiciously. Did he know? Did he know that the young female was visiting me? Or even more so, was he the one that sent her? Was this part of the experiment that they were doing on me? Had they sent in a female to pretend to be a friend in order to get information from me? If it was, then it had worked, and I had been a fool.

  "Nothing has changed. Unless you have decided to let me go,” I said to him.

  "No. Consider this your home forever.”

  I was very angry at his words. I would sooner die than live here for the last few months that I had of my 22-year cycle, even if I had to take my own life.

  He nodded to the other young man and said, “Begin taking collections.” The other young man nodded and went to work.

  "Collections? What collections?” I asked.

  "You tell me what you think collections mean?” Dr. Maxwell asked. He did this. He did this often. He was trying to understand how a Corillion warrior thought about things. So every time I asked him a question, he would answer me with another question. He was learning and observing everything about me. I was quiet. I was not going to give him any more information.

  The young human male came over to me and stuck a big needle into my arm. I groaned. He suctioned out some of my blood. The blood was collected into a tube of glass. This is what they meant by collections. They were going to collect things from my body. First it was the blood. Then the young man took clippings of my hair and put it in a glass container. Then they picked up my hand and turned it over and painted it red. Then they pressed paper against my hands and took my handprints. They continued on for another hour before they finally left me alone. I was glad to see them go, but it was only the first session of the day. They would be returning, and the last session of the day was always the worst. I dreaded it, but I knew that it was coming and I knew that I had to stay strong.

  When they returned for the third session, I had calmed my mind and made myself ready. Plastic circles were attached to my skin, mostly on my left side where I did not have the coverage of my scales. Then the questions began?

  "What is your name? Who are you?" Dr. Maxwell asked me.

  "I have told you before that I will not give you such information. So get on with it,” I said.

  A jolt of electricity went through my body. I went into convulsions, shaking violently on the table. Dr. Maxwell nodded at the young human, and he stopped the treatment. I lay there limp. Saliva was pouring down my mouth on my chin. It hurt. It fucking hurt. But I was not going to give them what they wanted. If I did, they would continue to use this treatment. I had to show them this method was not effective. So I said nothing and I endured the pain.

  "Why did you come to Earth? Why were you on such a large ship, yet there were only two of you on board? Tell me what happened,” Dr. Maxwell asked.

  This time I did not have the energy to give him a smart ass remark. Instead, I looked at him and narrowed my eyes at him. I mumbled something to him, letting him know that I was so beaten by the last jolt that I could not speak.

  "Turn down the voltage. The last one was too much; he can't even speak,” Dr. Maxwell said to the other young man.

  "Yes, Dr. Maxwell; right away.”

  Chapter 5

  TRISH MAXWELL

  I was running on pure adrenaline. I could not believe that I had successfully left my small apartment cottage in the middle of the night, to sneak in to see the Corillion warrior. My nerves were on high, but I knew that if I did not go, I would not stop thinking about it.

  It was a very dangerous mission for me to take on, but I was glad that I did. Talking with the Corillion warrior was a better experience than I thought it would be. He was not a rogue, brute warrior like I thought he would be. He was a very intelligent being, and he was in pain. So when I made it back to my apartment after speaking with him, my mind was made up. I was going to go through with my secret plan. I had to. It would help me, and it would help him. It was the least that I could do for him while also making a name for myself in my career. I was going to set him free, but not after having a few more deep conversations for my work.

  The next day after dinner in the commissary and making light conversation with anyone that wanted to chat, I went back to my small cottage early and got some sleep. I took a six-hour nap and woke up at 2 AM. I made myself some coffee and woke up. I prepared the questions that I wanted to ask the Corillion warrior. I had recorded everything in my notebook that he had told me the night before, but I wasn't going to show it to anyone, especially not my father. They were my own personal notes; I thought of it as my own personal diary marking my experience as a huma
n female visiting a captive Corillion warrior. It would have nothing to do with my thesis. These notes were for myself, and my secret project. I planned to publish my own scientific report on the psychology of a Corillion based on my conversations with him. It was going to make me a very important prominent scientist.

  Tonight, I would be getting more information for that project. I once again found myself creeping through the research facility heading to the 10th floor. I was glad that the lab was empty again. I gathered my courage and walked into the lab, peering through the glass. But I was not expecting to see Jedrian asleep. He was still strapped to the table, but he was not in an up-and-down vertical position. The table had been placed horizontally, and he was asleep. I opened the glass door and stepped inside. I had never been this close to a Corillion warrior before. I got closer and looked at his face; I realized that he was not asleep. He was passed out. He looked terrible. I placed my hand on his arm and nudged him carefully. “Jedrian, Jedrian, are you all right?”