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up, and flung into space with a small chance of surviving. But I
did. Outlaw stood to my left and Reilly on my right. We walked up that forsaken
ramp together. I held my breath as I saw the familiar area. One row that led to
the cockpit and seats on either side. My last trip in here I was delirious with
pain and starvation. My body involuntarily trembled as I sat. The ramp started
to lift. I could still get out. One quick jump and I’d skate right out of the
ship. Instead of that foolish idea, I stayed where I was. The engines made the
floor rumble.
    We were off Mars. I wondered, as the
night sky of our red planet drifted off, if the beasts were still there. Hungry. Roaming the once plentiful prison.
Earth. The one place in the universe I never wanted to see again and in about nine
hours, I’d be standing on my worst nightmare.

Chapter Three
     
    The
pain was excruciating. Every time I moved a muscle, the agony would flare
through my body. There must be bruises. My face was cut. I knew by the dried blood. It’d stopped after the guards shoved my
torn pants back on me and threw me in this cell. I’d killed the beast. The thought
made me smile in the darkness. Well, not completely pitch black. There was a
single light above me that gave off a dull glow. I could see the room I was in,
rock walls, smooth floors, and bars. It
wasn’t my normal cell. The smell was certainly worse. As long as I didn’t move,
no misery ravaged my body and threatened my consciousness. So I stayed still even
as the noises outside got louder. I knew what they were. Beasts. At least two
of them. That slithering sound would haunt me forever. I inhaled deeply. My
lungs ached. Probably from a broken rib but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t have the
strength or will to check. “Outlaw. ” I
whispered his name. Where was he? I didn’t know if I could take too much more
of this. My body was broken. My mind wasn’t far behind.
    I
don’t know how long I was in that cell. I fell asleep and when I woke up, my stomach was growling on empty. My
bladder was full, but I had no energy to
piss. The wound on my face stopped bleeding, but there was a pool of drying blood under my head. Was I dying? That’d be a
fucking sin. Surviving the trip to Earth, surviving the beast only to die from
blood loss. I scoffed. It sent shards of anguish through my body. I opened my
eyes. Had the smell down here gotten worse? My nose scrunched up in revulsion.
I was still in the cell. What the hell was that awful racket? There was
yelling, screaming, chanting. I must be delusional.
    Footsteps.
    “Here, ” I muttered
weakly. Even lifting my head was a chore I couldn’t complete. “Here.” My lips
were cracked and my throat terribly dry.
    “I
told you this is where they put him,” someone was saying.
    “The
beast killer,” a deeper voice replied.
    “Should
we let him out?” the first guy asked.
    Yes,
yes they should. Let me out. Get me patched and wait for the love of my life to
show up and save the day.
    “The
guards are gone. We ain’t got much food.” They were quiet a long time. I tried to move but couldn’t. Even my voice was
raspy and hard to hear over the roars of
the beasts in the other cells. “Nah, leave him here to rot.”
    No.
I’m alive. I’m awake. I’m right fucking here. The light over my head blinked
out. Darkness. So much blackness I couldn’t see the blood beside my face. They
left me here with the hungry beasts to die. My willpower was unfailing, but my body had taken too much of
the toll. I curled my legs up as best I could. The darkness held terrifying
noises. A deep breath. A slither of tentacle .
I had visions of one slimy limb sliding into the cell and wrapping around me
until it crushed every bone in my body.
    And
there I waited. It’s not like I had a choice. After a while, the only noise was
my stomach demanding food. There were no more footsteps. No more life. Even the
beasts had quieted down. This was it. Outlaw would come to Earth