Page 2 of Rescued By The Alien Prince Pirate

You know sometimes when you get a weird sensation, like a prickly feeling on the back of your neck but you can't explain where it's coming from or why? Then the hairs on your arm start to stand up, and your stomach gets the little pattering of nervous butterflies?

That was happening to me, but the area I was walking in was relatively safe, and pretty dull at the moment– and on a usual basis —so I couldn't figure outwhathad me so anxious. It was something I couldn't see — but I sure as hell couldsenseit.

Then, a hot sensation swept over my body. It felt like my blood was boiling. I felt flushed and fevered, achy all over. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out.

Then, my body froze, and at the same time, an icy sensation replaced the fiery lava swirling through my blood. The cold slammed into me, instantly flooring me. I was subsequently rooted to the concrete sidewalk I stood on. I'd lost control of my own muscle control, and my mind was empty and blank.

I felt a groaning pain filter through me. It started at my toes and rushed through the rest of my body at what felt like a thousand miles an hour. When the searing, frigid pain reached my head, my scalp felt like it was going to shatter like glass. A beam of harsh, white light blinded me. Everything went dark, and I blacked out.

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I woke up with a gasp.It was as if my lungs were trying to make up for a million gallons of lost oxygen. My chest burned. My head throbbed and my temples flared with pain. Goose bumps prickled against my skin as an unimaginable chill surged through my bones, making them feel brittle and weak.

I tried to lift my head, but I was feeling exceptionally drowsy. With a groan of pain, I winced and managed to tilt my neck upward ever so lightly, but my head felt like a heavy bowling ball attached to my shoulders. I sucked in another sharp breath as a wave of nausea crashed in my stomach.

I was horrified to discover I was completely naked, further increasing the level of vulnerability I was experiencing. I shuddered and tried hard to swallow, but my throat felt tight. My mouth was as dry as the Arizona desert.

"Help…" I squeaked, although I had very little faith that my plea would get answered.

I was lying on top of a hard, cold, metal table. As my vision came into better focus, the blurry figures shadowing and shuffling around me became less muddy, more sharpened by my awakening, yet still foggy senses.

Scrutinizing eyes were upon me. Figures huddled around me, tall and dark, looming and making me feel terribly insecure.

Dark yellow, glowing eyes leered at me with intimidating inspection. The weird figures were dressed in silver and black armor, armor that was partially covered by stark-white lab coats.

Long, slender fingers and oddly shaped handheld instruments scanned over my entire body. I stiffened and held my breath. I didn't try to fight these creatures off. Not at first. I needed a better plan. I wasn't stupid. There was only one ofmeand at least adozenof them.

As long as I stayed calm and still, maybe they wouldn't hurt metoomuch…

Yes, I knew it was wishful thinking, but I was simply trying to rationalize with the skeptical side of my brain.

Whatever these things were, they weren't human. To me, they resembled cyborgs, but some of them had an interesting way about them that really made me curious as to what exactly made up their DNA.

For instance, a couple of them had human mannerisms, although they still looked more robotic. They had flesh in certain places on their bodies, but in other areas, they were made of machinery. It was jolting, to say the least.

Then, I noticed off to the side, in the corner of the room on the opposite wall, was another figure. He, or it, or whatever it was, had remarkable characteristics that werealmosthuman, especial in the facial features. His eyes were dark gray instead of yellow and glowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and he was scrutinizing the room as if he was just waiting for the opportunity to point out any critical mistakes being made.

"She is waking," one of the cyborgs near me mentioned in a whisper to the one standing closest to him on the right.

"Her eyes are open," the other one nodded, gazing at me up and down.

They both had short hair, human facial features, and robotic arms with human-like fingers.

I wished I could cover my naked body, but I just laid there and listened to them talking, astounded that I could understand what they were saying. How were they speaking English? Something didn't add up.

"When we put her to sleep again, she will never know," the first cyborg whispered again.

He discreetly tossed an apprehensive glance over his shoulder at the man-creature-robot thing lingering in the corner of the room as if he were both low-key attempting to seek his approvalandnot set him off at the same time.

I'll never know…what? My brain raced a million miles a minute.

My survival instinct began to kick into overdrive. If I just laid here and did nothing,allowingthem to poke, prod and stick me with needles and serums that I had no ideawhatthe hell wasinthem, then I was going to die right here on this table.

My eyes roamed the room as I desperately attempted to seek out literallyanythingthat would assist me in a last ditched escape effort. I was searching for basically anything. A blunt instrument of any kind would probably do the trick. You could use pretty muchanythingas a weapon if you put your mind to it and used it defensively.

As I was brainstorming, the two cyborg creatures hovering closest to me began to talk to each other in a low voice again.

"He just wants the spare parts," one of them said to the other.

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