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She didn’t belong here in this dreadful moon prison.
She was a healer, with a spirit that somehow remained unbroken.
She deserved better than this.
But then, we all did in our own way.
As the cell door closed behind me, I stole one last look at Ellie.
In her, I saw a glimmer of hope, a spark that could perhaps ignite a change.
The guards shoved me forward and I stumbled down the walkway.
* * *
The guards ushered me into a circular room, the metallic floor clanging beneath my heavy steps.
It was a cold, harsh echo that seemed to reverberate throughout the starkly illuminated space, echoing back at me like some cruel taunt.
At the center stood the machine — a monolith of dread that filled me with a deep-seated fear.
Every part of my being revolted against its sight.
Its appearance was unassuming, yet its purpose was terrifying — glimpses of the future.
Its cold metal surface glinted ominously under the harsh lights, reflecting my distorted figure back at me.
The Supervisor stood by it, a smug expression plastered on his face.
He was a large creature, with thick, splotchy skin that reminded me of the night sky back home — mottled with odd shades of black and blue.
“Will we be enjoying your cooperation today, Ceara?” he asked, his voice resonating with a cold satisfaction that made my scales itch.
A bitter smile pulled at my lips. “I’ve always found silence more cooperative,” I retorted, holding his gaze.
The sharp clatter of instruments drew my attention to the Scientist.
His real name was barely pronouncable in my tongue but it was better to think of him as the Scientist — a moniker every bit as sterile as he was himself.
He was an alien of an odd sort.
He was thin, with an elongated body and limbs.
His skin was a peculiar shade of green, and his eyes were hidden behind round, goggle-like glasses, which magnified his sharp, blue eyes to an almost comical size.
His mouth, a jagged line of sharp teeth, curled into a smirk as he prepared the injection.
His touch was cold, and his sharp teeth were bared in an unkind smile as he pressed the serum into my arm.
A burning sensation raced through my veins, making my head spin.
The room began to blur at the edges, and my senses heightened.
I could hear the faintest hum of the machine, the distant clanging of the guards’ armor, and even the quiet whispers of the Supervisor and the Scientist.
The guards roughly pushed me into the chair, their cold, metal hands digging into my skin.
The tight straps cut into my scales, a harsh reminder of my current predicament.
