Optorio Civil War Complete Series Box Set (Books 1 - 6): A Sci-fi Alien Warrior Invasion Abduction Romance (Optorio Chronicles Book 2)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  “Help me,” I slurred, reaching out and grabbing onto something in front of me that felt like a cold metal bar. “Someone, please help me.”

  “Ain't no one gonna help you here, doll,” a high pitched female voice with a Southern accent said softly. “In here, there ain't nothin' but misery.”

  I wasn't alone.

  I tried to turn to where the voice came from, but my vision was blurry and it took my eyes some time to adjust. All I could see was the vague and blurry outline of somebody sitting on the floor across from me. But as my eyes gradually adjusted and my vision started to come back to me, I felt my eyes widen in shock.

  No, I wasn't alone. There were others. Many others. All women. Some were like me, on the ground and just waking up. Others were still out. And there were some who were awake, sitting against the wall with their knees to their chest. There were roughly two dozen women in all sitting or laying in the cell with me.

  My first thought was that I had somehow ended up in jail. The room around us was a stark white color. It was cold and there were no windows. Or light fixtures. But as I looked around and started to become a little better oriented, I realized that there was light – somewhat dim – but light, in the room. But where was it coming from? As I looked around, I realized that it looked like the light was coming from the walls themselves. They seemed to glow with an inner light.

  It was strange. Beyond strange. And I had no explanation of it.

  “Where am I?” I choked, my throat raw and dry. “Are we in jail?”

  The woman across from me scoffed. “We ain't in jail, honey. At least, no kinda jail I've ever seen before,” she said. “None of us knows where in the hell we are. We all just woke up here. Just like you.”

  I was finally able to put a face with the voice. She was small blonde woman with a bob haircut and smeared mascara running down her cheeks. She was pretty in a way, but looked like she'd lived a hard life. She looked like she was in her thirties or so, but something told me she was actually younger than that.

  Unable to stand and walk just yet – my limbs felt like they'd been injected with cement, I crawled on my belly, inching my way over to the woman – the only person talking to me. None of the others who were awake would even look me in the eye. They simply sat against the wall in silence, a faraway look in their eyes.

  It felt like it took forever, but I finally made my way over to the woman. She reached out and took hold of me, helping me into a sitting position against the wall. She was small and petite, but a lot stronger than she looked.

  When I was finally in a sitting position, my body screamed in agony. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, willing the pain to go away. It took some time, but it eventually faded to a dull aching sensation. Once the pain had died down, I became aware of a different sensation – and immediately felt my face flush with heat. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the back of my jeans were cold and damp. I'd wet myself. Probably during the attack.

  “Happened to us all, honey,” she said. “Ain't no shame in it. Don't let it worry you none.”

  I kept my eyes shut and leaned my head back against the wall, trying to remember everything that had happened. I remembered the dark sedan. And the men who'd chased me. I remembered throwing a rock and one of them using – something – that made the rock just disappear. And then he'd turned it on me.

  And yet, I was there. Still alive. Not disintegrated. I looked over at the woman like she had the answers to the million questions firing through my mind. She simply gave me a small smile and shook her head.

  “Yeah, most of us are still trying to piece it all together too,” she said. “Most of us remember the men who grabbed us – ”

  “They were tall and so pale, their skin almost looked translucent,” I said as my memory came flooding back in to me. “Their hair was dark, but had a purple sheen.”

  “Pretty much,” she said. “Only, the creeps who grabbed me had a blue sheen to their hair. Sounds like it's different guys but part of the same group.”

  The same group. So we were dealing with a group and not just a couple of random creeps. And given the number of women in the cell with me, it seemed like a highly organized group. I didn't think that random creeps would have the wherewithal to grab and keep so many women. But then, what did I know?

  “You said that nobody knows where we are. What did you mean by that?” I asked. “Someone has to know something.”

  “Oh, I'm sure someone does, but they're not talking to us,” she replied. “Haven't seen anyone in hours, and when I do, they just throw in some food without saying a word. More of those tall, pale assholes.”

  “How long have you been here?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “Probably a few days, I guess? Maybe more. Ain't exactly like we got a calendar in here, honey.”

  Running a hand through my hair, I felt my confusion growing even deeper. “How long have I been here?”

  She smiled. “Almost a day, seems like,” she said. “You must've put up a hell of a fight because you've been out cold. Don't know what they did to you, but you got a real nice nap out of it.”

  I stared at her, trying to puzzle it all out and coming up empty. I shook my head, frustrated. All of this seemed like it was straight out of some horrible dream. I needed to think. Needed to clear my head and focus. But with my thoughts and emotions swirling around like a vortex from hell, I was finding it more and more difficult.

  “What's your name?” I asked.

  “Nicole. You?”

  “Riley. Where you from?”

  “Chicago,” she said with a sigh. “What's it matter though?”

  “Chicago?” I asked, not sure if I heard her right. “Then why are you in California? Were you taken while you were visiting somebody?”

  Nicole cocked her head and gave me a strange look. “I'm not in California. Never been to California in my life,” she said. “Why? Is that where you're from?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I'm from a place called Sapphire Bay. Kinda near San Francisco,” I said. “So, you're telling me that you were in Chicago when you were taken then?”

  “Yeah, I sure was,” she said. “I was having drinks with some friends and called a cab to come pick me up at the bar when we were done. But the last thing I remember is a black sedan pulling up at the curb and those two pale ass creeps getting out. And the world just went black from there.”

  A black sedan. Yeah, that sounded all too familiar to me. But I racked my brain and it just wasn't adding up for me. If that black sedan had been in Sapphire Bay, how in the hell had they also been in Chicago at around the same time?

  That lent credence to the idea that we were dealing with a highly organized group. But there was something that still wasn't adding up in my head. Which could have been because of my hard earned paranoia. Maybe her sense of time was wrong. Maybe she'd been here longer. Maybe I hadn't been here as long as she'd thought. There were a million maybes, but there was one thought that kept coming back to me.

  “Do you happen to know a guy named Mike Bailey?” I asked.

  “Not that I recall,” she said with a shrug. “Doesn't ring a bell at least. Why?”

  “Just a bad feeling, I guess. Paranoia, maybe,” I said. “He's an ex of mine. Real bad guy. I'd always feared that he was going to abduct me and leave me in a shallow ditch somewhere. But even I have to admit that I can't see him collecting a couple dozed of us. His hatred was always directed at me.”

  “Think he hated you this much?” Nicole asked. “To abduct you like that and bring you somewhere like this?”

  I started to say, “Yes,” but I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

  Nicole's eyes grew wide and she seemed to have involuntarily started to shake. She was shaking so hard in fact, that she looked like she had palsy. She looked over at me and I couldn't help but see the fear in her eyes.

  “Pretend you're still out of it,” she told me. “Lay down and pretend yo
u're still out.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Just do it. Pretend you haven't woken up yet or they might take you,” she said, closing her eyes and doing the same.

  Still, I could see her shaking in fear. Others followed suit, so I did as she'd told me to do. I laid down with my head not far from where I'd thrown up and closed my eyes – my nose filled with the pungent stench of my vomit. All I could do was listen to what was going on.

  Voices. People were talking, but not in a language I could understand. I'd never heard a language like that before. Just random clicking and clucking sounds, but there was an obvious back and forth going on. It was obvious that there was more than one man beyond that doorway. The sound of the doors opening caused me to start and set my heart racing once more. Against my will and acting over their own volition, my eyes flew open.

  What I saw next was something straight out of my worst nightmares. The men – if you could even call it that – were dragging women from the cell across from ours. I hadn't noticed it before because it looked like a blank wall – an optical illusion of sorts. So it surprised me when I realized I could see through it. I could see the tall, pale men as they stepped into view. I watched as they went into what I assumed was another cell across the hall – just like ours. I watched the scene unfold, completely stunned. I hadn't even contemplated the idea that there might be others.

  I heard screams and the voices of women talking in a language I couldn't understand. But I didn't need to be a translator to understand the sheer terror I heard in those voices. I watched as they dragged women out of the cell by their limbs, their hair – whatever they could grab hold of. The women screamed and cried, they struggled and fought, but the pale men dragged them out of the cell and down the corridor anyway.

  But what struck me was that these women didn't look like any women I'd ever seen. Their voices were higher pitched and feminine, but their skin was blue and their hair was stark white. I couldn't make out specific features and details, but I didn't really need to. Their bodies were lithe and trim and looked somewhat human-ish.

  Had our captors painted their bodies and dyed their hair for some twisted reason? Was this all part of some sadistic game to them? What in the hell was going on? Unlike the two men who'd taken me, these women did not appear to me to be – well – human. Though strange looking, my captors could conceivably pass for human. But the women they were dragging out of the cell across the hall – no chance of it.

  My mind swirled and my heart raced as I tried to figure out what in the hell was going on. I racked my mind but nothing made any sort of sense. There were two of those men in the hallway – not the ones who'd taken me. They were facing away from me, so I kept my eyes open long enough to keep watching what was going on.

  But then one of them turned around and my heart nearly stopped in my chest. I promptly closed my eyes again, praying they didn't catch me with them open. I didn't want them knowing I was awake. There was a long, tense moment as I wondered if my ruse had worked – or whether they were going to come in and drag us out by the hair as well.

  “These ones are still out,” the voice grumbled, this time in English. “The hunters went overboard with the stun shots. Humans aren't as hearty as Gevonians. Idiots should know that.”

  “They should,” I heard another voice say. “But they don't care. They're getting paid so long as they turn up with the product still alive.”

  “Makes our job twice as hard,” the first voice said. “We're transporters, not babysitters.”

  “We are being paid well. Stop complaining,” the other voice growled. “And send somebody from medical in to make sure they're alive. If any of them do turn up dead, remove and destroy them.”

  “Yes, sir,” the second voice said, the disdain readily apparent. “Right away, sir.”

  “And lose the attitude, Berlith. I don't need it,” the first voice replied. “But since you're so surly today, make sure you toss some food in there with them. We would not want them to starve to death during transport.”

  The figures retreated back down the hallway and were gone, leaving us alone. Some of the tension and fear that had been hovering in the air dissipated – slightly. There seemed to be a general understanding among all of the wide-eyed faces I saw that we were in real big trouble.

  Nicole started sobbing, shaking violently as she did so. Sitting up, my first instinct was to comfort her. I reached out to embrace her, but she pushed me away.

  “Just stop, okay? There's nothing anyone can do to make this better,” she said, wiping at her eyes, taking some of the mascara away with the tears. “This shit ain't right. It ain't right at all.”

  I cleared my throat and sat back against the wall. I didn't know why I'd reached out for her. I wasn't ordinarily the nurturing type. Hard earned experience and a lot of bad things had formed a thick and hard shell around me. It protected me. Kept me safe and out of harm's way.

  But maybe being caught up in all of this – madness – had loosened something within me. Had formed a crack in that tough outer shell, had released some long dormant instinct inside of me that sought to bring comfort and care to those who needed it.

  Or maybe I just needed the human contact to make myself feel better. To ease some of my own fears.

  “W – where did they take them?” a voice piped up from nearby. “And – what were they?”

  A girl who looked no older than sixteen or seventeen was laying nearby. She had wide blue eyes, a thick mass of red hair, and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She looked like she should have been in school, or maybe babysitting somebody's kid – not locked in some cold, hard cell, held captive by things I wasn't even sure where human.

  The girl looked at me, seeking comfort, seeking answers. Her eyes were open wide and filled with fear as she stared at me. What in the hell made her think I had answers to any of this? I was nobody.

  “How in the hell am I supposed to know?” Nicole snapped. “All I know is they take 'em away and they never come back. At least, that's how it's been in the time I've been here – which ain't all that long, sweetheart.”

  The girl was biting back tears and my heart went out to her. I couldn't help it. She looked like somebody's kid sister – somebody's absolutely terrified kid sister. I looked over at Nicole and pitched my voice low.

  “Did you see what they pulled out of that cell across the corridor?” I asked softly.

  Nicole nodded, fear in her eyes. “I sure did,” she said. “And they may sound female, but they didn't look like no human woman I ever seen.”

  “Exactly,” I nodded. “But if they're not human woman – what are they?”

  She snorted, a rueful grin touching her lips. “I ain't got no idea,” she said. “And I sure as hell don't want to find out. I just want to get the hell out of here and get my sweet ass back home.”

  “You and me both, Nicole,” I said. “You and me both.”

  I pushed myself slowly and laboriously to my feet. My body ached and my head was killing me, but I needed to start moving. Needed to start coming up with a plan to get – as Nicole put it – my sweet ass back home.

  All eyes were on me as I walked toward the doorway I hadn't realized was a doorway. As I drew nearer to it, I could hear the hum of electricity and a slight crackling noise coming off of it. As I looked closer, I could see that there was an almost invisible field of energy stretched across the opening.

  “Careful,” said a woman. “I saw somebody touch that once and it blew her back about ten feet. She was out cold, layin' in a puddle of her own filth for hours.”

  I felt my eyes grow wide as I listened to the woman's story. “What is it?”

  She shook her head. “Dunno,” she said. “But it's all bad. All bad.”

  “Be careful,” Nicole called from behind me. “They mentioned bringing food, so they'll be back. And we have no idea when.”

  With that invisible, electric forcefield – f
or lack of a better word – securing the doorway, it was hopeless. If you couldn't even touch it without getting knocked out, there was no way of getting through it that I could see. With a sigh, I sat back down on the ground, but turned toward Nicole.

  “How long have you been here again? You seem to know a lot.”

  She shrugged. “Like I said, I don't know for sure. What's the last day you remember?” she asked me. “The day you were taken?

  “Wednesday the third.”

  Nicole looked surprised. “So... I guess it's been about four days. I've been in here for four days now.”

  My heart sank as I watched the look of resignation and defeat descend over her face. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but again, the sound of footsteps in the corridor stopped me. Nicole heard them too and laid down, playing dead again. It was the only defense we really had and was something she'd obviously had to have done well in order to still be here four days later.

  With no other real options open to me, I followed her lead.

  The guard stood outside the cell. I opened my eyes slightly, just to get a look at him. Though he, and the people like him – the people who'd taken us all – were normally stone faced and showed no emotion, I could see the look of disgust on his face. Expressionless or not, just the way he stood and the air about him radiated his utter disdain for us. He carried a box with him – food, I assumed.

  “Time to eat,” he called.

  No one budged. There was a sound, a small electronic chirp and then the man – or whatever he was – was among us. He walked through the cell, stepping around and over the mass of women who were playing dead, silently hoping he'd just go away.

  I closed my eyes as he passed me, but felt something hit me – food of some sort, probably. I didn't open my eyes to see what it was.

  “Come on now, you can't pretend to be asleep forever,” the voice said, sounding as if it came from directly above us. “We know you're awake. And they'll come for you sooner or later, might as well not starve to death in the meantime.”