The Archaeological Chronicles - The New World

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Mari

I groggily turn around in the warm bed. Breathe in deep, enjoying the warmth of the duvet.

Ah, I just love weekends. I can sleep in for as long as I want.

My eyes fly open and I bolt up in the bed. So quickly that my vision blurs as a result of immediate dizziness.

Where the hell am I?

I start running my fingers over my body to check if I have any marks after whatever he did to my body.

I don’t feel any different? I actually kind of feel a little better?

I notice it’s the same room that I woke up in last time. I take in my surroundings more closely this time and notice the blackness of the room. The small unpersonal picture frames, void of any pictures, in the bookshelf. The large window that covers an entire wall. The curtains are pulled close, those black as well.

Wait.

I touch my face. No glasses.

I look around. No glasses to be seen.

How can I see so good when I’m not wearing glasses?

I clench my fists into the night gown I’m wearing.

Wait, what – a night gown? What the actual hell? The dick changed my clothes!

It’s not even the same underwear! Only panties, not even a bra!

I’m starting to freak out by this point.

If he had touched me… I would have noticed it, right?

Right?

I try to feel around if I have any sore spots on my body, especially between my legs. But there is no pain, no sting.

My hyperventilation rises – he touched me.

He touched my body.

I don’t know what he did – but he had done something to it.

My hand automatically finds its way to my hair and I pull on it slightly. Trying to pull myself to reality.

This cannot be happening. This is not true.

My eyes lock on the curtains again, as I remember my surroundings before that creature forced me into slumber.

I place my feet on a soft carpet. Fluffy too. Black. Like every other interior article in this room.

Not pitch black, but black, nonetheless.

I test my feet. No soreness, no pain. Nothing.

To be honest, I kind of feel refreshed.

I pad quickly over to the window. I take a few deep breaths. I have to find out. I have to be sure.

We’re on a secluded place on Earth, preferably in Trondheim, so it will be easier to escape.

I pull the curtains apart as fast as I can.

I stare blankly out of the window.

Stars.

Stars is all I see.

And that is when I realize the situation, I’m in.

I cannot stop staring out the window. I’m in fucking space.

Space! How in the world did it get to this?

As I turn from the window, back to hyperventilating and shaking, I see a figure in the corner of the room.

Panic has already gripped me by the throat, but the sight of that alien makes it no better.

A figure with glowing blue and yellow eyes.

I freeze in my spot.

He’s been here all this time.

Watching my reaction all this time.

I don’t know what came over me. And I don’t know how, but before I know it, I’m charging towards him with all my might.

I just want to hurt him, so badly. Make him feel just a smudge of what I’m feeling. I’m in space for fucks sake!

Fucking space!

He traps both of my arms in one of his, awkwardly quick. He’s basically holding on to my hands as I shake and try to kick the living daylights out of him, with no success.

I think I hit him once in the shin – and to be honest I think it hurt me more than it hurt him.

’’What the hell is wrong with you?’’ I screech. ‘’Release me! So I can strangle you myself!’’ I manage to land a kick again, and it doesn’t look like it faced him at all.

’’How dare you!’’ I scream. ’’You can’t just take me from my home!’’

I’m wearing myself out, and we both know it.

But I am not backing down without a fight. And I swear to every godly being out there that I will hurt him some way or another.

His face is expressionless, as usual. He almost looks bored.

How dare he!

‘’Are you done with your tantrum yet?’’ he breathes. Obviously bored of the situation and not at all bothered about my attempts to hurt him.

‘’Tantrum!’’ I yell. ‘’Er du fucking seriøs eller?’’ I yell in Norwegian. It’s hard to yell at someone in another language when I’m this angry.

‘’Quite serious, yes,’’ he replies back, not missing a beat.

He’s staring right down at me as I slowly wear myself out.

‘’What did you do to me?’’ I pant.

Slowly, my already weak attempts are wearing out. His grip on my wrists aren’t hard, merely holding. That’s how strong he is.

‘’Zuuri did most of the job, to be honest,’’ he states. Obviously trying to get a reaction out of me.

It worked.

I scream again.

‘’Alright, alright,’’ he says as my struggle intensifies once again. ‘’We just fixed the errors in your body,’’ he says calmly, staring down at me as I’m panting like gorilla.

‘’What’s that’s supposed to mean!’’ I yell again. Fear running up my spine of all the possible outcomes from that statement.

He sighs loudly through his sharp nose. Obviously tired of the situation.

In one swift movement, I’m bouncing on top of the bed once again. Not a second passes before he’s hovering above me, so close to my face.

My adrenaline levels have been running high for the last minutes, but now, as I look up at him and see him so close to me, is when I really, truly start to freak out.

He pins my arms above my head, as my vision blurs from tears forming in my eyes.

‘’It means, that you don’t have to ever wear glasses again or use an inhalator to able to breathe properly. Your knees will never swell and hurt again,’’ he explains, with no emotion showing in his face.

I struggle against his hold.

His other hand is situated on the left side of my waist, and I do not appreciate the physical contact.

‘’I am going to touch your forehead with mine,’’ he starts.

‘’No!’’ I yell. I know what that means. And I am not ready to return to being unconscious.

He ignores my struggles once again, and his forehead meets mine. This time, gentler than the other two times. My brain starts to tingle and my struggles to get free has not stopped.

‘’Be still,’’ he barks. His eyes were so close to mine, that his command made me unmoving on the spot.

I have no idea why my body listened.

As a minute passes and his forehead is still against mine, my breathing slows, and my heartbeat is back to normal. My panic attack subsided and finally died.

‘’That wasn’t so hard, was it,’’ he murmurs as his intense eyes are still trained solely on my hooded ones.

‘’What did you do?’’ I whisper breathlessly. Suddenly so tired. So drained.

‘’I told your mind that I wasn’t something to fear at the moment,’’ he explains, still holding my gaze.

I don’t miss the ‘for the moment’ part, though.

My breathing is evening out, and I’m struggling to keep myself awake.

He releases the hold he has on my arms and pulls the covers over me. He is still sitting close to me, watching with his hawk-like eyes.

‘’This journey will take about a week,’’ he says calmly as he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. I flinch back, but don’t have the energy to do much more.

‘’Your body is not accustomed to this atmosphere. You need to sleep, and when you wake you need to eat,’’ he says.

Talking to me as if I was a child.

‘’I hate you,’’ I sneer, as my body grows heavy.

I’m pretty sure he has something to do with my body falling asleep too, but I’m just so tired. So tired to comment. To fight.

I just want to sleep.

How did it come to this?

I have to submit my masters in only two months. I don’t have time to be kidnapped by an alien right now.

He chuckles. ‘’I guess you do,’’ he answers.

I feel him place his palm on top of my chest as my breathing evens out. I have closed my eyes by now. The pressure feels good.

Making my body feel safe.

How dare he touch me. I sneer in my head as I’m too tired to actually say it aloud.

As my brain succumbs to sleep, I realize that this is just one big trap that I have been pulled into.

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Translation

Er du føkkings seriøs eller - are you fucking serious

Jeg hater deg - I hate you