by Lisa Lace
Rev turned toward Jaal.
“I understand, and you are wrong, Jaal.”
The older man’s eyes grew wide, and he stepped forward and backhanded Rev, sending him to deck.
Rev felt his disguise fail immediately and he realized he was in big trouble. The feeling of crackling electricity on his skin ceased.
Jaal looked at the man on the floor in shock. “Who the fuck are you?” hissed Jaal.
Bris stood. “Obviously not a friend, I thought you were acting a little weird. Now we know why.”
In a second, Jaal and Bris were on Rev. Bris kicked him in the head, while Jaal kicked him in the ribs. Blow after blow hit Rev. He was dazed, in pain, and powerless to stop the brutal rain of punishment.
“Where the fuck is Cax?” demanded Jaal.
Blood was pouring out his mouth. Rev couldn’t answer even if he wanted to.
“Enough,” Grenta said. “He’s got to be a fucking tracker, sure enough. Who else would infiltrate us?”
“You’re right, Grenta. It’s time to take out the trash.”
“What do you want to do, Captain?” said Bris.
“We’re far enough away from the miner’s camp, and he’s torn up good. We’ll let the sun and sand take care of the rest.”
The hatch opened. Rev felt the sucking of the air through the hatch and the bright sun on his skin.
“Goodbye, tracker, whoever the fuck you are,” said Bris. Rev was hauled to his feet and tossed out of the hatch. He tumbled, his chest and his face burning. His training kicked in instinctively. He held out his arms and put his legs together to try and control his descent. If he was lucky, he might survive the fall with only a few broken bones. He bent his knees and prepared to roll as he hit the ground.
He landed with a hard crash.
Pain racked his body.
Rev couldn’t move, and the sand burned anyplace that wasn’t covered with clothing. He had survived the landing but not by much. The cold reality was that he wouldn’t be able to survive his injuries without protection and supplies.
“I’m so sorry, my Tracy,” he thought. “I couldn’t keep my promise to you.”
He passed out without feeling the shadow that crept over his body.
*
TRACY
Tracy watched the spaceship hover over the ground. She saw them toss a body out of the open hatch. With a hitch in her throat, she saw a body falling towards the unforgiving sand. The body landed, sand spraying up around it, but once the sand settled, it was easy to see an outline against the red sand. It was green.
With a sigh and a huff, she pushed her feet against the shifting sand. She worked her way to the humanoid whose arms and legs were askew. The body had several wounds dripping dark brown blood. His face was marred by black marks in his skin. Tracy watched his torso carefully and saw, to her relief, that his chest rose and fell. Anger and compassion curled around her heart. She had faced death twice within the span of a day, and that didn’t do any good for a woman’s mood.
There he is, she thought. The green bastard that got me into this mess.
He groaned, and her heart melted.
*
DESERT WORLD SAVAGES is a five part serial (like a TV show) with a new installment out each Friday. The entire story is FREE with Kindle Unlimited, or you can wait until June 26, 2015 to download the full story as a set.
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