Myra tripped again when she walked out the door. For a reason she didn’t even understand she found it hilarious. People stared at her as they walked by. Nobody offered to help her stand up, or even ask if she was ok. There was at least one person that stepped over her, as he was talking on his phone.
She got up to her knees, “It’s ok. I’m ok. No need to stop on my account people,” she said. “Just go about your business.” She laughed again as nearly everyone shrugged their shoulders and went about their business.
She rose to her feet, took one step, and tripped again. Again, she laid on the ground and laughed for several minutes. She stopped when she spotted something in the sky. It was a small white light, like a star twinkling through the daylight. She wondered what it was for several minutes before she noticed it was getting bigger.
Fear ran through her body, but she was unable to think clearly still. She stood and watched the light get bigger wondering what she should do. She came to the conclusion that it was just a hallucination, and began to shrug it off.
She took her eyes off of it and started to walk down the street carefully this time. It was a few feet before she realized most of the people around her where in blind panic. Most were running away from the light while some stood and watched.
“Huh,” Myra said. She watched the people around her panic out of shear terror. She found it hilarious, but something in the back of her mind told her it was wrong to feel that way, which kept her from laughing.
Instead she concentrated on thinking clearly. Her proper thoughts began to come back to her slowly. Her adrenaline must be overriding the effects of the drug, or they were wearing off. She didn’t take very much and more time passed than she realized when she was hypnotized. They should it should be wearing off about this time.
She could make out the shape of the shuttle now, but she still couldn’t tell where it was going to land. She considered calling the police, but she was sure they had been notified already. Besides they there was no way for them to get here with enough force to matter before they landed, kidnapped a bunch of people, and took off again.
Myra noticed the shuttle slowing down, which gave her a good indication of where it was going to land. It was about a half a mile in front of her. She started to run in that direction, but tripped again. Annoyed she jumped up and continued down the street.
When she got to the area the ship had already landed, and people where being dragged into it. It touched down in the middle of a park. There was nobody left in the park, but Biaz soldiers were taking people from the near by buildings.
Myra looked around for some kind of weapon. There was construction going on across the street from where she was. She ran there and grabbed a shovel that had been dropped on the ground. The owner was nowhere to be found.
“This will do nicely,” she said as she picked it up. The edges seemed sharper than any shovel she had seen before, and it was well balanced. Myra felt it was meant to be used on people, not dirt.
She considered what she should do now. Should she try attacking the shuttle? There had to be a lot of people in there by now. She wanted desperately to save them, but she just couldn’t see how it was possible.
She noticed a couple of Biaz running towards the building a block over from her. She may not be able to save everyone, but she should certainly stop these two from taking anyone else. She ran towards them.
By the time she reached the building, the Biaz had already entered. It was some kind of office building. She quietly opened the door and went inside. It was a fairly large open spaced lobby. She looked around, but didn’t find anyone.
She heard shouting a bit down the hall. The soldiers were saying to be still. She quickly walked down the hall, with her shovel at the ready. The shouting was coming from the bathroom. There was a man begging for the soldiers to let his family go.
Myra quietly entered the room, hoping the shouts from both the soldier and the man would cover any noise the door would make. When she peaked around, she saw the two soldiers standing over a man, his wife, and young son. The woman had her son in her arms, and the man stood between them and the soldiers.
Myra wondered why the soldiers were hesitating, but thought that maybe they didn’t want to hurt the woman. They were shouting at the woman to stand aside, and they wouldn’t hurt her. Did they not get that none of their victims could understand them?
The man noticed her. Myra panicked. The soldiers would notice his gaze soon. They would all be caught. Myra lifted her shovel, and ran forward.
Without realizing it, she shouted a battle cry. She brought the shovel down, striking the soldiers back just before he could turn. Unfortunately she hit him with a blunt portion of the shovel. It forced him a step forward, but not down to the ground like she had planned.
The other solider grabbed the shovel and forced it out of Myra’s hands. It fell to the ground, and he stood on it as he brought his gun to bear on Myra. The first soldier kept his attention on the man and his family.
After a few seconds to ensure there were no other surprises, the first soldier forced the man down and tied his hands with something. He then forced the boy from his mother’s grasp. The woman cried and pleaded for them to leave her son.
“You might as well kill her,” Myra said in Biaz. “It will be kinder.” Everyone in the room stared at her in shock. “Let them go,” she said to the soldiers.
“How do you know how to speak our language?” the first soldier asked.
Myra smiled. “I picked it up here and there,” she replied. “I can explain further to your queen. I’m sure she would be interested in hearing it. First, let them go.”
“Lieutenant,” the solider said, obviously speaking to someone through a radio. “Have you been monitoring? We have a woman here who can speak our language, and wants to speak with mother.”
The soldier listened to a reply Myra couldn’t hear. “Yes, sir. Ok,” he said turning his attention back to Myra. “Ok, come with us back to the shuttle and these people can go free.”
He turned to the second solider, who put the child down. The child rushed back into his mother’s arms. The first solider stepped towards the man, who backed away from him.
“It’s ok,” Myra said to him. “The soldiers have agreed to let you and your family go. He is going to release your hands.”
The man hesitated, but stood his ground when the soldier approached. Once freed, he rushed back to his family. After giving them a hug, both he and his wife thanked Myra.
“If there is anything we can do for you. Anything at all to repay our debt to you, don’t hesitate,” the man said.
“Remember that promise. I may find a need to take you up on that,” she replied.
The soldier indicated for her to leave. The family suddenly understood the true sacrifice she made for their freedom. They stared at her and she turned and left, but didn’t say a word.
The men escorted her back to the shuttle. The pilot and commander greeted them at the base. “Do you really understand me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Myra replied. The man looked like he was going to ask another question, but thought better of it and escorted her inside the ship. Myra was thankful when he lead her away from the cell in the back, and towards the pilot seat.
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