“Wakie wakie,” Myra heard as she started to regain consciousness. She thought it was a dream. She opened her eyes and saw herself kneeling over her. She still thought it was a dream that would go away in a few seconds. So she waited.
Her twin didn’t go away. She just smiled at her. Myra wanted to be frightened, but she just didn’t have the strength. So she just sat up ignoring herself, so to speak.
“So you’re not even going to talk to me,” her twin said. “That is so unlike you. They must have done something to your mind.” Her twin offered her hand to help her up. Myra considered for a second, but took it.
Myra looked around. She was back in her cell with the same loud music and bright light. She started to feel the chill of the air conditioner, so she sat back down against the wall and held her knees to her chest to try and stay warm.
She looked back at her twin, who was still smiling at her. Myra still thought it was a sinister smile that was trying to be warm. She was biased though. The clothes that she wore looked really warm. In made Myra jealous.
“How are you feeling sweetie?” her twin asked. “They didn’t hurt you too badly did they?” Myra continued to ignore her, hoping that she would just go away. “Still not talking to me are you? That’s very rude. You’ll never survive Velaria with that attitude. You know most Velarian’s would kill to meet themselves while there naked. Well not kill, but they would have bad thoughts about someone, which is still saying a lot.”
Myra thought this was an odd thing to say. Now she was curious if this person really did know something about the Velarians that she didn’t. Which, of course, is impossible if this person was just a figment of her imagination. It must just come from her imagination. Yea, that was it.
“You will eventually break down and talk to me sooner or later,” her twin said. “Don’t make me sit here spouting off nonsense until then.” Myra opened her mouth to speak, but resisted. “Ok then how about this tidbit. None of the other races would ever do this to you. Only humans are capable of this level of cruelty.”
Myra found it easy to remain silent. She had nothing to add to that statement.
“Well at the very least talking will help keep you warm,” she said. “The vibrations in the larynx help warm you up.”
Myra considered it for a second and decided she was right. She would eventually talk to her, so might as well be sooner then later. “Is that true,” Myra said.
Her twin smiled at her, “It could be,” she said.
“Who are you?” Myra asked.
“Well that’s the pickle isn’t it? I don’t really know,” she replied. Myra fell into a deep thought considering who or what this person might be.
“Are you the person that altered us? If so why?” Myra asked.
“Don’t be silly,” her twin said and tried to wave the conversation off with her hand. “You already met her. She was a different dream.”
Myra thought that remaining silent would have been less confusing, but now that she had broken her silence there was no going back. “How do you know about Velarian’s then?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I just do,” she replied. “Why don’t you? That is the question I’d like to ask.”
“Well I’ve only met one, haven’t I?” Myra replied. “Can’t really know hole species based on one person can you? What if they had met my father before they met me? What would they think?” The thought of her father made her heart sink, but she forced herself not to cry. The cold would pierce through her cheeks if tears fell on them.
“Well then how do I?” her twin replied.
Myra thought about this for a second. “None of this makes any sense. I must have gone to insaneville,” she replied.
“Well there is no arguing with that,” her twin said. “You are talking to yourself after all, and not in the sane way either.” She knelt down so she could look at Myra directly in the face. “Honestly, you might as well be praying,” she said with a smile.
The continued to talk, but the conversation went nowhere. It did help keep Myra’s mind off the cold. It was such a comfort having someone to talk too, Myra didn’t even mind that she had gone insane.
The strange part is that her twin kept making remarks about the other races. Things that Myra herself could never had known. Like if she were on Biaz, all the men in the building would be put to death for what they were doing to her. And how Kult women would consider such things foreplay, if they had foreplay.
Again she had no other human contact except for herself, so to speak. She stayed in her cell for what had to have been days. Her twin was explaining about the Velarian holiday national nude day, when two men came in and grabbed Myra.
They took her to the same room as before. This time Myra had enough wits to look around the room for another tub of cold water. There wasn’t any, but there was a small tub of water with wires coming from it.
The men forced her to sit in the chair in front of the tub. They then tied her feet so that they were in the tub. A table was sat down in front of her. The men forced her hands into another tub of water and tied them down there as well.
The same bright light as before prevented Myra from seeing anything on the other side of the room. A figure appeared from beyond the light and sat down opposite of Myra. It was the same man as before.
“You know what we want to know,” he said. “Tell us and this doesn’t have to go any further.”
Myra bowed her head. If she could have thought of anything to tell him, whether it be a lie or the truth, she would have done so already. She looked up again and saw her twin behind the man. Even through the light she appeared clearly.
“You are a woman,” her twin said. “The only one here. You are a queen amongst peasants. Act like it.”
Myra thought about it for a moment. She was right. I can’t make them stop, but I can keep them from destroying all of me. They have already taken too much.
Myra lifted her head to face the man. “I’ve told you all that I know, and I will continue to do so,” she said. “Torturing me will only hurt us both, and pull us both further away from our goal.”
The man considered her words for a minute. “What exactly is your goal?” he asked.
“It is our goal,” she said, “to stop the Biaz from taking over our world. To protect our people.”
The man looked at her for several seconds. He then turned a knob. Myra’s muscles tensed, and pain shot through her body. She expected it, yet that still didn’t prepare her for it. It seemed to last forever, but the man eventually turned the knob again and the pain stopped.
“I hate this,” the main said. “We are not naturally a violent people. We don’t enjoy causing pain to anyone. I want it to end as much as you do, but first we need to know what you are planning.” Myra remained silent. There was nothing else that could be said. She would just have to endure.
The interrogation lasted for hours, or maybe it just seemed that way. When it seemed like Myra could take no more, her twin decided to try and distract her with a Velarian children’s song. It only half worked. It had a nice melody, but Myra was in too much pain to understand the words. It was something about not forgetting your clothes and it being cold outside.
About the third chorus, the man stopped talking and stared at her for a long while. Myra was only half conscious and didn’t even notice she neither heard him speaking, nor felt any pain. She was far too tired to care very much, except out of idle curiosity.
They soon took her back to her cell. Even with the cold and the lights Myra managed to sleep some.
This routine continued for what seemed like months. They would come to take her to the dark room nearly everyday. Sometime they would just ask her questions and threaten pain if she didn’t answer. Sometimes they would carry out that threat. Her twin was always by her side, usually cracking jokes. The only good change was that they allowed her to sleep every few days, but only for a few hours at a time.
Myra could not get anything else out of her twin. Although occasionally, Myra would notice that she would be speaking in another language. The language itself would switch. What frightened Myra about this is that she could understand her, although she often didn’t know which language it was. She was frightened of this, not because it meant that the men torturing her might be right, but because she feared what they would do to her if they found out.
One day the two men came to her cell, grabbed her, and took her to the interrogation room. The room was empty, except of the table, chair, and lamp. It looks like its just a question day, Myra thought to herself, thankful there would be no pain.
A few seconds after she sat down, a women in scrubs came from behind the light. She reached for Myra’s arm. Seeing no point, Myra didn’t resist. The women put a needle in her arm and pushed some kind of drug into her veins.
Myra immediately felt dizzy and light headed. Her first thought was, this must be what ecstasy feels like. Did they really just give me ecstasy? The man, the one that always interrogated her, waited for the drugs to take effect.
After a few moments, the man motioned to someone behind him. Another person rolled a TV into Myra’s view. The interrogator took out a remote and pushed play. The video showed Myra writing something on the wall. She had seen the video before, right after the escaped from the alien ship.
“Do you recognize this video?” the man said.
“Yea,” Myra replied before she could stop herself. “I wrote bad words on the wall, and you punished me for it.”
“Can you tell me what it says?” the man asked. He leaned forward anticipating the answer.
Myra looked at the TV. She squinted her eyes, but couldn’t make out the words. “No, I can’t read it. Whoever that person is, she had bad handwriting. Tell her to print the words instead of writing them in cursive.”
The man motioned to someone behind him again. Another person handed him a stack of pictures. The man handed the pictures to Myra one by one.
“Here can you see the words now? What do they mean?” he asked again.
Myra studied the pictures. The words looked familiar, but she couldn’t think straight because of the drugs. She thought she recognized a couple of the words though. “Four survivors, or something,” she said. “Can I be one of the survivors? That would be neat.”
“Is this in the alien language? How do you know how to read it?” the man asked.
“It’s Kultish,” she said. “All Kults can read Kultish, so why can’t you read it? Oh wait, that’s right your not Kultish are you? Hey I’m not Kultish either. How can I read this?” She stared at the man with a blank look on her face waiting for an answer. Then something dawned on her. “Wait a second, what race am I? Are we the same race?”
The man looked at her for a second. “I don’t think so,” he said.
“Well what race are you then?” Myra asked.
“I’m human,” he said.
“Wait a second. I’m human too. You lied to me. I don’t like liars,” she said and gave him a scolding look.
“Myra,” the man said. “Who are the Kults?” Myra folded her arms clearly refusing to talk to her. The man repeated his question, and still Myra refused to acknowledge his presence. Finally the man said, “Ok, I lied. I’m sorry. I won’t lie anymore. Can you answer my question now?”
Myra considered it for a second, but couldn’t stay quite any longer. “They are one of the quartet,” she said. Her head suddenly started hurting.
“What quartet?” the man asked.
“The holy quartet.” Myra answered.
“What is the holy quartet?” the man asked.
“The holy quartet.” Myra answered as if the man was stupid.
“And the Kults are a member of the quartet?” the man asked. Myra shook her head. “Is it the quartet that are trying to invade Earth? Who are the other members?” the man asked.
“The Kults are one, the Velarian are two, the Biaz and three, and the humans are four,” Myra answered. Her head was pounding with every thought. She held it in her hands to try and make it stop. “All four must survive and unite or all will fall.”
The man considered Myra’s words for a minute. “So if some other force is threatening the Biaz if they don’t invade us? What does that mean?” the man asked.
“I don’t know,” Myra said. “Swimming in my head, over and over again. All must survive or none will. Over and over and over…”
“Myra!” the man yelled. “Tell me what it means.”
“I don’t know. Hey maybe she knows,” Myra pointed to a women standing behind the lights, next to her twin. Myra recognized her, but it took a moment to remember where. She was in a dream, before being take aboard the ship. Thinking about it made her head hurt even worse.
The man looked around, but saw nothing. “Who are you talking too?” the man asked, but Myra was no longer paying attention.
The women came closer to Myra. “Myra,” she said. “You must stop. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep accessing the knowledge we gave you this quickly, especially in the state that your in. Sleep now. All the answers will come in time, when you are rested and more prepared.”
She embraced Myra. Myra hated herself for hugging her back and for being comforted by it. This is the person that stuck these things in my mind. She is the reason why I’m here.
“You only have to endure a little longer. They are coming for you,” the women said. By the time she finished her sentence, Myra had fallen a sleep.
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