Saved by a Bear (Legends of Black Salmon Falls Book 2)

by Lauren Lively

  Carmen shook her head. “I might be a police officer, but I’m no better than any of you. You’ve proved yourself to be very levelheaded, Marissa, and I don’t think I could have attacked Rotnim the way Penelope Ann did. My expertise is in firearms and target shooting. I’m not much good without a weapon in my hands.”

  Marissa smiled again. “Each of us has skills and strengths the others don’t have. That’s all the more reason we should work together. We’re all frightened and confused over what’s happened to us, but that will pass, and when it does, we need to be allied with each other so we can stand against these creatures. We need to trust each other and depend on each other for our very lives. That’s the only way we’re going to get out of here.”

  Carmen passed her hand over her eyes. “I’m sure glad you’re here, Marissa. I don’t know what I would have done with Aria without you. I couldn’t tell her to go sit in a corner the way you did. I’ve never met anybody with a mouth like hers.”

  Marissa chuckled. “That’s just her way of covering up her fear. I’ve seen it a million times in the kids in our neighborhood.”

  Carmen gazed down at her hands. “I guess I don’t really know as much as I should about the neighborhood. I only just moved there.”

  “What brought you there?” Marissa asked. “You could have picked a much nicer place to move.”

  Carmen shrugged. “My marriage broke up, and I needed to move out of Illinois. Your police department was hiring, so I applied and I got the job. It was a quick way to leave the past behind and start over. I didn’t care about the rough parts of town. That just makes for more interesting police work.”

  “I won’t ask what happened with your marriage,” Marissa replied. “It’s none of my business.”

  “I don’t mind telling you,” Carmen told her. “He left me because—he said—I spent too much time on my work. I was trying out for the US Championships target shooting team, so I had to practice long hours on top of my scheduled shifts at the police station. I guess that didn’t leave much time left over for him. He decided to move on.”

  Marissa shook her head. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’m glad you moved here—I mean, there. I’m glad you moved to our neighborhood. We need dedicated cops who care about people, and I can see you’re one of those.”

  “I don’t think Aria and Penelope Ann see it that way,” Carmen murmured. “They think I’m the enemy.”

  “Don’t worry about them,” Marissa replied. “They know you’re a good person. Penelope Ann was concerned about the young girls that disappeared from the neighborhood, and you can’t blame her for getting frustrated with the police department when they won’t investigate.”

  Carmen frowned. “Yeah, that is odd. I wonder what it’s all about.”

  “It’s all about their budget,” Marissa told her. “An investigative reporter ran a story in the local paper about the unexplained disappearances, and another reporter interviewed the Chief of Police to get his response. He said they didn’t have the manpower or the resources to fully investigate every single disappearance, especially since they couldn’t really be sure the women involved hadn’t just slipped farther into the criminal underworld. He said until they have some more concrete proof some crime took place, they would concentrate on more pressing matters, like patrolling the streets and combating gangs.”

  Carmen looked away. “I don’t know about all that.”

  Marissa laid a hand on her arm. “Listen, Carmen. Neighborhood politics is the least of our worries right now. Let’s put it aside, at least until we get back to Earth.”

  Carmen smiled. “Okay.”

  Marissa sighed and leaned back against the wall.

  “What about you, Marissa?” Carmen asked. “I’ve been rattling away about myself all this time, but I didn’t ask about you. Are you married?”

  Marissa blushed and stared down at her hands. “No, I’ve never been married. Maybe someday, but not now.”

  Carmen cocked her head to one side. “You must have a boyfriend, though. You’re as beautiful as Penelope Ann.”

  Marissa snorted. “No, I’m not! Penelope Ann is a supermodel. I’ve got librarian written all over me.”

  Carmen shook her head. “You might not be six feet tall with long curly blonde hair and blue eyes, but you’ve got your own beauty. You’re a lot more beautiful than I am. I look like a scarecrow.”

  Marissa laughed. “No. You look like a tough female cop. You’re the one who’s just as beautiful as Penelope Ann.”

  Carmen laughed, too. “Seriously, you could have any man you wanted. Tell me you at least have a boyfriend.”

  Marissa stopped laughing. “It’s very kind of you to say that. Really. But I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not a lesbian or anything. I just prefer to stick to my books. Reading to kids twice a week is about the closest I can get to having a family.”

  “I didn’t mean to....”Carmen stammered.

  Marissa waved her hand. “You told me all about your marriage breaking up, so I might as well tell you my story. I grew up in that neighborhood. I grew up in an apartment right around the corner from Penny’s Peppermints. It wasn’t the easiest place to grow up, as you might imagine, and when I was seven, my parents split up and left me.”

  Carmen frowned. “What do you mean, they left you? Do you mean your father left? Or your mother?”

  “Both of them,” Marissa replied. “My father ran off with a waitress from Seattle, and my mother moved back to Arkansas to search for her old high school sweetheart. I didn’t even know they were gone until I woke up one morning and no one was there to cook my breakfast.”

  Carmen stared at her. “So what did you do?”

  Marissa shrugged. “I got the cereal and milk out of the fridge and made breakfast for myself and my two younger brothers....”

  Carmen gasped. “Your younger brothers!”

  Marissa nodded. “They were four and two at the time. I took care of them....”

  Carmen covered her mouth with her hand, but she couldn’t stop the cry from tearing out of her soul. “Four and two! And you were seven!”

  Marissa nodded again. “Someone had to take care of them, so I did it. I took care of them by myself for seven months.”

  Carmen’s jaw dropped. Then she shut her mouth with a click. “How did you do it?”

  Marissa gazed up at the ceiling. “I don’t really remember much about it now. I remember some of the ladies in the apartment building used to give me money and food and clothes for the boys. One of them used to come to the apartment and make us hot meals every now and then, and they used to check and make sure our bedding and our clothes weren’t too dirty.”

  Tears stung Carmen’s eyes. “And you kept that up for seven months!”

  Marissa smiled, but her own eyes misted over. “I think one of them must have reported us to Social Services. They eventually came and got us.”

  “Thank God!” Carmen exclaimed.

  Marissa studied her. “Not really. I never saw either of my brothers again.”

  Carmen couldn’t stop the tears from overflowing her eyes. One of them coursed down her cheek and splashed on her hands. “I am so sorry. I never should have asked you about that.”

  Marissa waved her hand. “Everyone in our neighborhood has a story like that. It’s the nature of the beast. Just ask Aria.”

  “Did Aria have a similar experience?” Carmen asked.

  Marissa shrugged. “I should let her tell you herself. I’m just saying no one is worse off than anybody else. I only wanted to explain to you why it’s kind of hard for me to get close to people. After my parents left, I thought I had a nice little home and family with my brothers. I thought in my childish little way we were doing all right. Then they left, too, and I’ve never had a real home or family since. I don’t think I ever will.”

  Carmen bowed her head and sniffed. “I’m sorry, Marissa. I only wish there was something I could do.”

  “You’re doing it,” Marissa repl
ied. “You’re a cop. You’re doing what can be done to make the world work the way it should. Now we’re here, and you’re doing what you can to deal with this mess, too. Just make sure you understand the rest of us are doing the same thing. We’re all in this together.”

  Carmen raised her eyes to Marissa’s face and nodded. “All right. I understand now. You can count on me.”

  Chapter 6

  The room vibrated, but no sound entered the cell. Carmen got to her feet, and the others looked around, but they had no way of telling what was happening. When the vibrations stopped, the four women stood together in the middle of the room.

  “How long do you think we’ve been here?” Marissa asked Carmen.

  “What I don’t understand is why none of us had to go to the bathroom,” Carmen replied. “We’ve been here for hours at least, and I had to go to the bathroom when I arrived at Penny’s Peppermints, but I haven’t had to go since.”

  Penelope Ann guffawed with laughter. “We’ve been abducted by aliens, and all you can think about is going to the bathroom.”

  Carmen smacked her lips. “If I had to go before, I wouldn’t be thinking about anything else in this box without a toilet. All I’m saying is these aliens must have some psychic way of suppressing our biological functions. Has any of you needed to go to the bathroom in all the time we’ve been here? Or been hungry or thirsty?”

  Penelope Ann dropped her eyes.

  “You’re right again, Carmen,” Marissa told her. “That’s the only explanation for how they could have kept us in this cell for so long.”

  At that moment, the door appeared in the side wall, and the Romarie’s invisible telekinetic power grabbed hold of them. This time, the four women exchanged a nod before their captors removed them from their cell. They would conserve their strength for the time when they could escape.

  The Romarie moved the women straight to the vehicle that took them from the bakery. Not even Rotnim bothered to taunt them. The instant the door closed, the vehicle started moving. Carmen and the others sat in a circle on the floor and waited until it stopped.

  The door opened again, and the Romarie took them out with the same overpowering force, but now they found themselves in an enormous hall filled from one end to the other with people—at least, they looked like people from a distance.

  On closer examination, Carmen realized they were dozens of different kinds of creatures, none of them human. They looked remarkably human, with two arms, two legs, to eyes, two ears. Each one had something about them, though, that told her instantly they weren't human. They all stood taller than the average human. Everyone in the hall dwarfed the four women. Some had crests of feathers sticking out the tops of their heads. Others walked on webbed feet.

  Carmen stared at the scene. What was this place? The Romarie set the four women in a line in front of their transport vehicle, and the crowd instantly mobbed them in all their exotic extravagance. They babbled to one another in strange languages and pointed to the women on display.

  One giant male with a bushy ring of hair around his head stepped forward and said something to Rotnim. To Carmen’s astonishment, Rotnim bowed and retreated in submission. He came up to her, and his tentacles slithered toward her. In an instant, the babble of voices broke into understandable language. She looked up at Rotnim. “What did you do?”

  The big male stepped closer to her. His powerful muscled shoulders stood out under his mane of reddish-brown hair. “He implanted a translator code in your brain so I could speak to you.”

  Rotnim strode down the line of women and did the same thing to each of Carmen’s companions. She gazed up at the big male. She could have been looking at any human male, except for his dark reddish tanned skin and his golden reddish hair setting off his strong face. “Thank you.”

  He nodded, and his flat nose twitched. “Tell me about your journey. How did you get here?”

  Carmen glanced at Rotnim. His eyes blazed, but he made no move to stop her from speaking her mind. “These creatures abducted us from our home planet. We’ve been locked in a cell ever since with no food, no water, no contact with anyone. He,” she nodded toward Rotnim. “He tried to attack my friend over there, but she overpowered him and beat him to the ground. She would have killed him if the others hadn’t intervened.”

  The big male’s bright orange eyes widened. He turned to the onlookers and said something Carmen didn’t catch. A murmur went through the crowd. Carmen tried to look closer at the creatures standing around her, but Rotnim stepped toward her. For the first time, she noticed he carried some kind of weapon in his belt. His comrades were armed, too.

  Carmen’s heart skipped a beat, and she cast a quick look toward her friends. Did they see what she saw? Was this the opportunity they were looking for to make a break for freedom? If only she could whisper a word to one of her companions, they might be able to hide in this crowd.

  Rotnim took one more step closer, and all her hope vanished. He might let her talk to this big hairy creature, but he could hold her still and stop her running away with a flick of his tentacles. He would never let his prize escape.

  Carmen faced the shaggy alien and found him glaring at Rotnim with glittering brown eyes. A mask of hatred and disgust marred his otherwise princely countenance. “I guess this is the market on the planet Corax.”

  His head snapped around. “This isn’t Corax. What made you think that?”

  Carmen waved her hand at the crowd. “He said he was taking us to the market on Corax to sell us to the highest bidder. If that’s not what’s happening here, what is?”

  The alien shook his head. “This isn’t Corax. This is nowhere near Corax. This is Angondra, and we don’t have anything to do with those filthy markets with their putrid slave traders.”

  Carmen’s eyes widened. “You don’t? Then what are we doing here?”

  He snorted through his nose, and a rumble of laughter rolled out of his barrel chest. “We hate the markets and everything about them, and we especially hate the Romarie.” He snarled in Rotnim’s direction, who cringed and fawned before him in abject servitude. His tentacles quivered, but the big alien paid no attention. Maybe the Romarie had no telekinetic power over these creatures.

  “If you hate the Romarie,” Carmen asked, “why did you let them bring us here?”

  He gestured toward the crowd. “You see the different subspecies of our people here? You see those ones with the feathers? They are called Avitras. Those ones with the webbed feet are Aqinas.”

  Carmen nodded. The Avitras were just as tall as the other Angondrans, but slight and wiry. They didn't sport heavy chiseled muscles, and in addition to the feathers around their heads, they had rows of feathers along their forearms.

  “Angondra has five factions,” he told her, “but we’re really just different variations on the same race. We all hate the Romarie, and we agreed to keep them off our planet. Only the Ursidreans agreed to let them land here and show their wares.”

  “Who are the Ursidreans?” Carmen asked.

  He pointed to a burly alien crossing the room. He even dwarfed Carmen's new friend with his hulking frame. “They hate the Romarie, too, but those shifty criminals took advantage of the Ursidreans’ trusting nature. They made up a big story about the benefits of bringing in new females after ours died out in the plague....”

  Carmen peered into his face. “So you lost your females in the plague, too? Maybe you should get new ones.”

  He shook his head again, and his shaggy mane rippled with the movement. “We have enough of our own kind to regenerate our population without contaminating ourselves with the Romarie. We’ve worked for many generations to keep their influence off our planet. That’s why we came to this gathering, to make sure the Romarie don’t try to manipulate anyone or invade our world. They’re pure evil, you know. You can’t trust them for an instant.”

  “I know,” Carmen murmured.

  Another creature stepped out of the crowd. Soft black hair surrounde
d his delicate head and lay back against his face in a striking ruff. Pointed ears peeked out from his dark hair. Carmen noticed others of his kind in the hall with grey or light red hair. When he opened his mouth to speak to Rotnim, Carmen spotted gleaming fangs in the corners of his mouth.

  Carmen inclined her head toward her new friend. “What faction does that creature belong to?”

  “That is Caleb,” he replied. “He belongs to the Lycaon faction.”

  “And what about you?” she asked. “What faction do you belong to?”

  He puffed up his chest, and his shaggy mane rose on end to make him look more grand and imposing than ever. His heavy shoulders towered over her. “I belong to the Felsite faction. We used to rule this planet, but now the different factions keep to their own territory.”

  “What’s your name?” she asked.

  His eyes softened, and he smiled at her. “My name is Renier. And you?”

  She smiled back at him, and when she automatically extended her hand to him in greeting, she found her limbs free to move. The Lycaon must have distracted Rotnim for a moment. “My name is Carmen. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  At that moment, the whole scene exploded before her eyes. To anyone else, it may have passed in a fraction of a second, but to Carmen, the events of the next few minutes unfolded in slow motion.

  Caleb, the slender newcomer, bared his teeth in disgust when Rotnim answered him, and Rotnim withdrew in horror at the sight. His tentacles lashed the air, and the telekinetic power blew the delicate hair back from the Lycaon’s face. But the invisible force had no effect on him other than to make him even more enraged.

  Caleb’s dark lips slithered back from his fangs and he growled at Rotnim. Rotnim’s thin veneer of polite condescension evaporated before Carmen’s eyes, and he raised his hand to his belt for his weapon. A lightning bolt of alarm shot through Carmen’s guts, and every nerve and muscle stood on end. This could only end it a fight.