Saturday Story 2024 – Week 1 (Old Enemy – Part 7)
The sequel to Old Friend continues today on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
The extraterrestrial known as “Marilyn” is on vacation in The Bahamas when she learns of the presence of another alien species in the area, but what are they up to?
In today’s installment, Marilyn recovers from the Rinnidyan attack but there’s still a planet to save and drastic measures may prove necessary. Enjoy.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/96005555
Marilyn floated inside a tank of concentrated hallycium, a gas native to her home planet that helped with cellular regeneration in high-temperature environments. It reminded her of harsher days but it was also a beacon of hope following her recent mental and physical torture. She was awake, peering beyond the protective layers that separated her from the outside world. The circular patterns on the walls and the blinking lights everywhere made her surroundings clear. Councilwoman Wikktory had brought her inside a ship that was now hovering The Bahamas, invisible to the human eye and any radar or known sensor.
The extraterrestrial didn’t remember dying but also had no recollection of ever being alive either. Everything was hazy and disconnected. It was as if someone had plucked her memories and experiences one by one, tossed them into a blender, and turned them into an unrecognizable mush. Certainties were a thing of the past. Truth and falsehood were virtually indistinguishable from one another.
There were two tubes attached to her body. One was a filtering system to help her breathe and other an evacuation mechanism. Despite its beneficial properties, hallycium was poisonous in high dosages and her debilitated systems couldn’t process it without external help. Marilyn had never been inside a healing tank before but she couldn’t complain. It was a soothing sensorial fest within.
She could no longer hear or see the ghostly manifestations of the Pendertons. Whether that meant the Rinnidyan infection had been eradicated or the connection was dormant remained to be seen. She wanted answers but was willing to wait for them while she healed.
For the next couple of hours, she faded in and out of consciousness, trying to piece together the fragments of her existence in the few moments of absolute clarity. The threads were still there, hiding beneath the haze and discarded genetic material. The more she pushed back against the assimilation process the stronger she became.
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