Wrong Alien (TerraMates Book 6) (16 page)

Porter shook his head. "There wasn't any commotion while I was there."

"Do you think he helped her escape?"

"I don't know. Maybe. It didn't bother him when I told him the prisoner had escaped."

It didn't matter. What mattered was her current location.

"I think she would have headed for the forest. She wouldn't know where to go, but the trees would provide natural cover. I'm not sure how I missed her, though."

"Maybe she came out on the other side and hid among the trees across from you. If you looked the other way for only a moment, it would be enough for her to disappear into the trees."

I pulled out a pair of night vision goggles. The Underground advocated technology, but it still felt odd to me every time I used it. They would help me see in darkness and detect a person's body heat from a distance, making Annalee easier to spot than if I were looking for her with my naked eyes. I snapped them onto my face. In an instant, I could see as well as if it were daytime.

"You should prepare yourself, Jesse." Porter put his hand on my shoulder.

"For what?" I asked. I felt impatient and wanted to get going.

"She may not be the same person you married," he said. "You know what I mean?"

"It doesn't matter," I said. I tried not to think of the terrible images Porter had conjured. "Let's go."

It was slow. We moved back and forth in a coordinated pattern, making sure we didn't miss any section of the forest. When First dawn broke, we avoided looking at each other. The Bureau would be coming after her. If they didn't know she had escaped yet, they would soon, and there would be Bureau agents everywhere.

I didn't say anything to him but kept moving. We both knew there was nothing to say. If we didn't find her and vacate the area quickly, we would have to leave without her.

That's when I saw movement in my peripheral vision. I removed the goggles; I didn't need to rely on gadgets after all. The gray light of morning was bright enough for me to see without them. The movement was from a human form.

"Is it her?" Porter asked.

The woman was beaten almost beyond recognition. Her dress was torn and disheveled. Ann had been wearing pants and a T-shirt when she left. I couldn't see her face very well, but it wasn't Annalee.

I shook my head.

"No matter who she is, she must have escaped the Bureau. We have to help her, Jesse. We don't know if we can help Annalee, but we can help a person in front of us."

He looked at me and then quickly ran toward the woman. I didn't want to move. Grief filled me, and I thought helping this stranger would be like giving up on Annalee. He went behind her, covering her mouth so she wouldn't scream and give away our location.

I saw her jump at first, but her body fell limp in defeat. I sighed, walking towards them. He was right. At least we could help someone get away from the Bureau.

"Jesse, I've got bad news. You can't recognize your own wife. She's badly hurt." I broke into a run.

ANNALEE

I tried to scream but a hand covered over my mouth, muffling my cries. Someone's arm held me tightly, and I couldn't get away from it.

I wasn't going back there, no matter what. I struggled and moved my arms and legs in any direction. My captor adjusted his grip. I was able to move slightly, and I decided to take a chance. I wouldn't let the Bureau get me again.

Somehow I managed to stomp on his foot, and he cursed. Then I shoved my elbow into his stomach as hard as I could. I succeeded in making him bend over, but he didn't let go of me. I wriggled my arms furiously. I managed to get one of my arms free and I flailed around, managing to hit him in the head.

Success! He grunted and relaxed his hold on me. I slid out of his grasp and started moving away as quickly as possible. I never saw his face. I didn't want to.

"Wait." There was something vaguely familiar about his voice, but I couldn't tell what it was. I only knew I wanted to run.

I took off as fast as I could. I wasn't exhausted anymore. My fear gave me energy and speed. I heard the sound of someone crashing through the vegetation behind me. I did my best to lose him, but my best wasn't good enough. Not only was he fast, but I also suspected no one had recently beaten him.

My pursuer caught up with me and went for my legs, tackling me. I didn't have much energy remaining at this point, and I went down hard. It felt like I landed on all my wounds simultaneously. I cried out, but they wouldn't take me again. I crawled forward on my belly, kicking with my feet and trying to get him off me.

He wasn't willing to let me leave, of course. When he got up, he pulled me with him and twisted my arms behind my back, making me yell out again.

"No!" I screamed. Like he was going to listen to me. But strangely, he released one of my arms and turned me around to look at my face.

"Annalee?" he said. "Is that you? I can hardly recognize you."

"Porter?" I ripped my arm violently out of his grip. "Why are you attacking me?"

"We were looking for you. Hang on a second." He cried out for Jesse.

"Why were you chasing me down like I was an animal?" Now that the excitement was over, my body started to shake from all the adrenaline.

"I didn't know it was you," he said. In fact, when he looked at me, it seemed like he still wasn't sure who I was. He pulled out a knife and began gently cutting the ropes on my wrists, which were cutting into my skin. I winced, and his eyebrows drew together.

Jesse burst into the clearing. "What is it?" he said, looking at Porter. "What's wrong?"

"This is why you didn't recognize her." Porter directed his gaze toward me.

A shocked expression passed over Jesse's face. I realized I must look pretty hideous. I didn't have a mirror, but I moved my hand up to touch my face. There was a cut and swelling on my forehead, and I imagined there were bruises on my cheek. My wrists were rubbed raw by the rope. My dress flapped at the back, revealing welts. The rest of the garment had been torn to shreds when it caught on bushes during my flight.

When I realized everything that had happened to me, I started to feel light-headed. Jesse was by my side in an instant, catching me as I fell. I didn't black out because I felt the first rays of sunlight coming through the trees.

Shouting arose in the distance.

"We have to get back to the ship, Porter." Jesse stood up, still carrying me in his arms. He looked like he was ready to run all the way back with me as baggage.

"You're going to have to put her down. If we're all going to live, she needs to run."

Jesse gently set me on my feet again. I tried to concentrate, but the pain made it difficult. It was starting to come back as the adrenaline faded.

"Annalee, you heard us," Porter said. "You know what you need to do."

We started moving. I had a man on either side of me. Each held one of my hands and helped pull me along. It was hard for me to keep up but when I stumbled, they caught me and helped get me on my feet again.

I wasn't sure how long we ran. Eventually, Porter said, "We're almost there." It could have been a few minutes, or it could have been an eternity. My muscles had stiffened up long ago. It was hard for me to move at all, but somehow I was still going, with their assistance.

When we reached the ship, Porter entered the code for the door. It made a soft beep. I leaned heavily on Jesse, my legs feeling weak. I was ready to sit down.

The door didn't open.

"What's wrong?" Jesse asked.

Porter shrugged his shoulders and entered the code again. The door still didn't open. We heard the sounds of someone moving behind us in the forest.

I willed the door to open with my mind, but that didn't have any effect either.

"I'm sure I'm using the correct code. Let me try one more time."

"What if they're using a scrambler?" Jesse suggested.

Porter froze. "I think you're right."

"So we can't get in?" I asked.

"Not if the Bureau's locking us out." Jesse turned around to look at us and immediately dropped to the ground.

I looked at the new threat. A group of Bureau agents had emerged and surrounded us. They were all pointing crossbows directly at our heads.

"Surrender," a female voice called out. The Controller walked into the clearing. She wore forest-green pants and a matching T-shirt, showing off her gorgeous figure.

What a hypocrite. I remembered how she had been disgusted at my modern clothing and forced me to put on the dress I was currently wearing. Now I wondered if she had made me wear the clothes to slow me down if I tried to escape.

"Why should we?" Jesse said bitterly, looking at her with hatred in his eyes.

"You don't want to be late for your execution, do you?"

JESSE

I didn't hate many people, preferring to save that emotion for the most deserving, but Gwynnara was one of them. The feeling was mutual.

Gwynnara flashed a cruel smile as she told me I was late for my execution. Sleeping with her had been a youthful indiscretion. You can't always foresee the consequences of your actions. If we hadn't banned technology on Yordbrook, I would use a time machine (if they existed) to go back and warn myself to stay away from the crazy. I had no idea she would become Controller and eventually threaten my wife and me.

At the time, I was a teenager, and she seemed like an innocent farm girl. She seduced me with a bottle of morelia in her hand. For about a year, we slept together whenever we could.

When I didn't propose marriage, she asked me herself. I turned her down. I didn't know who I wanted to marry back then, but I knew it wasn't Gwynnara. I had discovered something underneath the innocent persona she displayed to the world. An aspect of her personality was desperate, cruel, and ruthless.

I supposed those qualities had helped her become Controller. When I turned her down, she had raved and screamed, but it didn't stop me from leaving her. A few months later, she became ill and was bedridden. I didn't see her for nearly a year.

When she re-emerged, she wouldn't even look me in the eye when our paths crossed. I didn't understand what had changed in our relationship. Once she became Controller, it seemed as though she always had her eye on me. Her men always harassed me when no one was looking. I think she knew I was a part of the Underground, but she couldn't prove it.

"Take the girl," she said.

"She can't walk. You've beaten her within an inch of her life."

"Oh?" Gwynnara's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "Really?"

She snapped her fingers towards some of her guards. They came forward carrying a stretcher.

"We certainly can't have the prisoner unconscious at her execution."

"Let Porter go with her, at least," I begged. I knew she wouldn't let me free.

"Where is Porter?" She looked around. He was gone.

"Search the woods for him," she ordered our escort. "He can't have gone far."

In fact, he had to be quite close to us. The only way for him to vanish like that was if he dropped down and rolled under the spaceship. The cloaking device would shield him as long as no one discovered the vessel.

Our guards split up. Two left the clearing to search for Porter. Two carried the stretcher and loaded Annalee onto it. The rest came for me. I stepped forward and held my hands in the air. I didn't want anyone coming closer to the ship.

"Let's get on with it, then. It's a good day to die," I said, trying to mask my fear.

Gwynnara rolled her eyes and motioned for the men with the stretcher to go ahead. She let them advance just far enough so I wouldn't be able to see or hear Annalee.

"Jesse will come with me," she told her men. "One of you walk behind us. Shoot him if he tries anything. It can be somewhere painful, but don't kill him. We need to show him off during the execution."

The last thing I wanted right now was a heart-to-heart conversation with Gwynnara. As the men moved off, I couldn't keep up the veneer of cheerfulness any longer, and I felt my frustration show on my face.

All my efforts to save the farm and planning with the Underground had been for nothing. The Underground was in ruins with the leadership captured, safe houses destroyed, and people scattered. I would never have a life with Annalee because we were both going to die.

"Fuck," I whispered, feeling a black ball of rage start forming in my gut.

Gwynnara looked at me thoughtfully. It felt like she was staring into my soul.

"Yes, you always did like to," she said.

I couldn't stop myself. "And you didn't?" I said, bitterness against her coming out of my mouth. "Are you honestly going to tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

"Maybe I did," she admitted. "But none of that matters now."

"Because you're going to kill me."

"You broke the law, and the penalty is death. I have nothing to do with it," she said coldly. She averted her gaze but not before I saw a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes.

Was there a chance? "You have power, Gwynnara. You could spare us."

"Spare you?" she gasped, turning to look at me in disbelief. "Why would I do that? I've been waiting for this moment since you left me."

The uncertainty in her eyes was gone. In its place was hatred.

I had chosen the wrong words. I didn't know she wanted me to die.
"Gwynnara, what did I ever do to you? We had a good time together. You know a marriage between us would have ended in disappointment. Why do you hate me?"

She started walking even faster, making me work hard to keep up with her. She certainly kept herself in good shape. I wondered if she was going to answer when she suddenly spoke and broke the silence.

"Do you remember when I was sick for a long time?"

"Yes," I said patiently.

"Do you remember how long it was?"

"About a half a year or so."

"It was exactly six months," she said. She stopped and looked at me. Fire shot out of her eyes. "As soon as I started to show, my family locked me up."