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were tied to the table. Dying quickly by lethal injection seemed like a bad idea. much less cruel than becoming a lab rat for the Colonizers. - Listen to what she has to say... - Maristela patted my shoulder. That lawyer must have hit her head and lost her senses to even consider that as a option. Maybe the colonizers brainwashed her too... It wasn't unlikely considering everything they'd done since they took over the Earth. The invaders were much more powerful than us, in terms of weapons and technology. The United States government and the rest of the world even tried to fight.

At no other time in history have the Russians and Americans worked in such a coordinated manner. Yet they failed, and nearly every soldier in the world's armies was killed. The population of the Earth had been reduced by a third in a year until we accepted that there was no choice but to submit. Even though all this chaos was happening around us, I would still be sacrificed by my own people, but in the eyes of the people and especially the jury , what I had done was unforgivable and, perhaps, they were right... - It won't happen - I insisted. - Let them kill me, I won't serve the colonizers. - Camila, please, you don't deserve to be executed - said the lawyer. - The jury thinks otherwise, that's why I'm here. They're not wrong, Maristela. I killed someone. - It's more like an act of mercy - he reminded me. - It doesn't matter. - I shrugged. If I Did I feel guilty about what I had done? Well, it was hard to say, because under the same circumstances, I was sure I would do it again. I had no regrets, and for that I deserved to die. "Listen, Miss Russo," said the Covenant representative. . - You could die in a few days or be part of something much bigger than any of us. - I can't do anything related to the colonizers - I emphasized once more. - Tell her what it is and we promise to think about it - Maristela said over my speech as if he had any decision-making power there, however, certainly, there was nothing that would make me change my mind. - The main objective of the colonizers is life, contrary to what many people say out there... Nonsense! - The Colonizers' program, which I have kindly nicknamed "Intergalactic Babies," aims to promote interspecies procreation and the emergence of new races. It tests compatibility and creates new beings based on the dominant races of the planets where they are located. colonizers reside. - Are they going to use my DNA with that of another alien? - More or less. - No way! - I jumped and the rebound effect of the handcuffs pulled me back, leaving my wrists sore. - You can think of the possibilities... - I won't think about anything - I objected once more. - She will think about it, yes - Maristela insisted, and I turned to her with a roar. - You have until tomorrow at noon. - The woman stood up. full of grandeur and walked to the door, making the other two, who remained silent, follow her. - Otherwise, Justice will continue with the execution. As soon as the door closed, I turned to Maristela. The lawyer who was supposed to have my best interests at heart made me think she wasn't on my side. "What kind of stuff did you smoke to even consider the possibility of making me a guinea pig for the Colonizers? - Don't you realize that this is your only chance? - She gave me a look of indignation, which made me think that the crazy woman really believed that. - Chance? - I was speechless. - You must be very crazy! - If If you don't agree, you'll die in a few days. "If you agree, they'll torture me first," I grumbled. "That's not true." "No? Who can guarantee that?" She stared at me for a few moments, adjusted her hair in a bun and swallowed. dry. He seemed to be carefully measuring what he would say next. "You will not be tortured." "No?" "From what I understand, they test the compatibility of humans with other aliens." "What kind of compatibility?" - Genetics and anatomy. - Ouch! - I screamed, pinching myself. - What are you doing? - Maristela was startled. - This proposal is so crazy that I must be dreaming. - You're not dreaming, Camila. And young and healthy, perfect for the project. - So you're the one who freaked out when you even considered that I would agree to something like that. - And you'd rather die? His question silenced me. Saying yes seemed ridiculously inappropriate, but I couldn't find the right words. - I won't take part in this," I said again when I realized she wouldn't give up easily. "You're a good person, Camila. You don't deserve to die like this." "My grandmother used to say that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions." "And do you believe her?" - I didn't believe in aliens either. - I swallowed hard, still looking at the lawyer, who seemed determined to make me change my mind. Chapter 2 I gathered all the energy I had left in me to escape this prison. My claws spoke as I roared, gathering every spark of my strength in a burst of fury that broke the shackles on my wrists. I was following a I was with three other people of my people when I decided to rebel. A warrior like me never gave up and never surrendered, regardless of the consequences or the strength of the enemy. When the Colonizers arrived at my home, everything happened very quickly, until I was there. Those damned maggots with their slimy skin and three sets of arms had a technological force that could not be stopped even by my physical strength. However, I was sure of one thing: I would only give up when I was dead; as long as there was a spark left inside me. of me, I would keep fighting. As soon as I blew the handcuffs, they came at me. The silver uniforms with reflective helmets they wore made me stare at my own face, sweaty, exhausted, but still determined to protect myself and my people. I raised my arm, using the rest of the handcuff to repel a shot from the gun I was carrying. laser, which melted the remaining metal. Two of them came at me with spears. The teaser on the end of the stun gun seemed to be intended

captured members of my people. I roared, bathing my blood in adrenaline to continue fighting. I was thirsty and hungry. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten, but I couldn't let that get in the way of my freedom. I kicked one of them, hitting him square in the chest and sending two others falling to the ground. when they were hit by the first one. From my field of vision, I saw one of my kidnappers try to hit me with the bat, but I grabbed it and used it against him, knocking him out.

I looked around and everyone seemed to be defeated, however, before I As I set out to free my people, I felt a jolt in my back. My entire body shook with a shockwave until my legs gave out, causing me to fall to my knees and everything went dark. Was I dead? It would have been better this way. Chapter 3 You don't deserve to die... My lawyer's speech snaked through my mind like the annoying buzzing of a mosquito on a summer day. It was something irritating, that bothered me and didn't let me sleep. That was a of the last nights I would have of life and the fairest thing would be that I could rest a little, or not, after all I would soon find my eternal rest. The motivation that had led me to do what I did did not matter, my punishment was that, it fit for me to accept. That was probably the right thing to do, after all, it was the decision of a judge and a jury who saw me as a cruel murderer; all the lives I had saved were irrelevant. Nothing mattered but my crime. ... Maristela somehow seemed to see the Pact's proposal as a second chance for me. However, it was impossible to expect anything good from the Colonizers. Why would surrendering to the enemy who had decimated two-thirds of my people be better than accepting lethal injection at the end of the week? Quick, painless... This would be my end, and who knows, maybe I would be lucky and not live to witness the horrors that the Colonizers would still do on Earth. There was no chance of me accepting that proposal except for the fact that, deep down, I didn't want to die. I still wondered if I would have acted the same way knowing that the consequence would be that, however, still, it seemed difficult to make a different decision, since I had made a promise... - Inmate? - I was startled when one of the guards appeared at the door of my cell and made me jump out of bed. - What happened? - The representatives of the Covenant are here. - But already? He just nodded, but my question was foolish, since I didn't know exactly what time it was and I didn't usually care. The jailer nodded. - Where is Maristela? - I don't know. - But... - My orders are only to take you to the visiting room. - He held the handcuffs and stood up towards me. - Hands where I can see them. I held up my wrists facing up and the jailer He entered the cell. Then he handcuffed me and motioned me down the hall to the same room as always, where the three henchmen were waiting for me. I couldn't understand how any of us could join them, regardless of the reason. "Where Where is Maristela? - I asked, looking at them before I was even arrested at the table like the criminal they considered me. None of them said anything, as if the presence of my lawyer was insignificant. - It doesn't matter! I'm not going to... - my My sentence was cut off before I could even say that I disagreed. I would rather die at the hands of humans for something that the law considered a crime than subject myself to the Colonizers' experiments. But they never cared, thinking that I had a choice was a mere illusion. First I felt the pain of something piercing my back, then a jolt of shock swept through me, and finally everything went black. Chapter 4 My temples throbbed as if I had taken the worst beating ever. Which might have been true considering the what had happened. Am I dead? My mind was filled with questions as I struggled to open my eyes. I never imagined that in the other world I could feel so much pain. On my planet there were different definitions of life and death, beliefs changed with the people , in none of them did I think there would be so much pain and misunderstanding. When my eyes finally opened, I saw a strange environment, different from the one I was used to. The high, earth-colored walls of the buildings in my world were replaced by something metallic, gray and oppressive, similar to the Settlers' ships. When I remembered them, I jumped out of bed and forced myself to see better, seeing the distorted and blurry environment take more and more shape. The place, a room with a bed in the center and nothing else, just a door that I didn't know where it led to. However, before I explored the place, I came across a body next to me. I turned around and noticed I realized better that it wasn't someone from my planet, nor was it a Colonizer. Just a set of upper and lower limbs, long hair, in a tone between copper and clay, and skin... The covering of the creature's body was What caught my attention the most was something between yellowish and light orange, although pinkish in some parts. When I reached out and touched it, I realized it was incredibly fragile, like a fiber that was easy to break. What was this creature? It was I was about to reach up and touch her face when she opened her eyes and I jumped into a defensive position, grabbing her neck. I growled, baring my fangs, and she screamed. Chapter 5 I knew that dying in the sentence given by the humans would have been better. This certainty hit me hard when I opened my eyes and saw a red hand approaching my face. RED! I'm already dead! I'm sure this is Hell. The devil has come to greet me personally. I opened my mouth, ready to scream, but my cry was strangled as thick, rough hands wrapped around my neck. I tried to make several sounds, but none escaped my mouth as my airway was obstructed by the force of those strong fingers. Help! I didn't know it was possible die twice, but at that moment that was what my mind led me to believe would happen. I grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away as my legs shook in an uneven struggle. I didn't have the size, much less the strength, of creature that was on top of me. I don't know what hit it, or where it came from, but the creature trembled on top of me and fell on my body; it dropped all its weight, but let go of my neck. I breathed in such desperation, as if all the air in the world had been removed from my lungs. However, this was far from my greatest challenge, as I needed to get that mountain of muscles and bones off of me. It's real... It's palpable... It looks like a fucking demon. When I finally managed to push that thing aside, I was able to better notice something that looked masculine, a male when we're talking about animals. Only he

was far from what left me open-mouthed and heart racing. fear. He was blood red, his skin was very thick and rough, almost like bark, but at the same time flexible enough to cover him completely. He had thick, black hair, short and spiky . He was wearing something black, made of a fabric I couldn't recognize, but which molded perfectly to the outline of his muscles. Do demons also go to the gym? It seems so. The creature was still breathing, a sign that it had only been knocked out, and not dead.

I looked from one side to the other and realized I was in a room, with no windows and only one door. It seemed foolish of me, it was obvious that I wouldn't be able to get through. Still, I ran towards the door and, to my surprise , it opened revealing a room with a kitchen and another door that looked like a bathroom. A house? An apartment? If I died, where did I end up? My version of Hell was very different from everything around me. The big question was precisely Oh, I wasn't in Hell. The Covenant. The Colonizers... The genome program... They didn't expect me to... No! No way. The creature in the room was a monster, not in a million years would they have considered me procreating with it. that. Death would have been much better. I heard sounds, heavy footsteps, and I turned to the bedroom door, shuddering. This is where he kills me. I held my breath as I saw the colossal man appear and I remembered how tight his grip was around my throat. He It opened its mouth and made sounds, but I couldn't identify any of them. Was this monster trying to communicate with me? It was then that I heard a hissing sound, forcing me to cover my ears with both hands and curl up against the pain in my head. - Oh," I whimpered until the sound passed and I took my hands away, looking back to the front and realizing that the creature had also been affected. He took his hands away from his ears at the same moment we looked at each other. Those big, blue eyes The threatening sounds sent a new wave of panic through me. However, before I could scream, a new sound drowned out all the others. A metallic voice echoed from somewhere in our prison, but I couldn't identify where any speakers or cameras were installed. . The only certainty I had was that someone was watching us. - Subject 745 and Subject 746, you are in the Genome of Colony 368, the interplanetary reproduction project. You will be confined in this capsule for a year in order to procreate. If within that period they do not meet their objective, they will be exterminated. - I recognized the language perfectly, but there was also another voice in the background, speaking in incomprehensible words, at least to me. I heard a noise - and turned to the table, watching a compartment rise from it and reveal what looked like two Bluetooth headphone boxes, the small ones that you put on your ear, but I doubted that was all they were. "They're universal translators," replied the metallic voice coming from nowhere. "That way you'll be able to communicate." . - There was a brief silence before our ultimatum. - Your time starts now. - What? - I shouted. - No! Wait a minute! - Desperately, I looked from one side to the other, but I couldn't find the bars or the guards of the prison where I had spent the last few months. - I didn't agree to this! I can't stay here! Help! - Shut up! the mouth, annoying creature! - I was startled when I heard a thick, rough voice, which touched me, causing a series of chills. I turned and saw that large, red being next to the table, holding one of the little boxes, which made me led me to believe that he had placed the translator. I was paralyzed, not knowing whether to run, scream, call the police or the Army. I wanted anyone who was capable of defending me from this. Finally, all I could do was start cry. The panic was so great that it quickly consumed me, leading me to despair, which turned into a river of tears. - Help! I was shaking so much that it was as if I was freezing to death. I just wanted to go back to my cell, my pen and die among humans. Maristela might even think that I didn't deserve the death penalty, but I certainly preferred that to having to be sentenced to live with that big, red thing. scary. What sick, sadistic mind thought we could procreate? What creature thought he was so superior that he thought he could throw me in a cell with that thing and expect me to have sex with him? Like humans did with rats... This time I I am the rat... Realizing this increased my panic. I cried even more, leaning forward and resting my hands on my knees. - Help! Help! It didn't seem to matter how much I screamed, there was definitely no one there willing to help me. Chapter 6 What was that agonizing scream? I could find no tangible comparison with any creature on my planet to match that racket. As if such panic would free us from there. I had placed the communicator, two small metal plates around my throat. It was not an unusual device for me, but since the creature had not done the same, only it could hear me, not the other way around. Screams came from the her mouth in a lamenting tone, the words were incomprehensible to me. However, her drama was only increasing the throbbing in my temples even more. After being knocked out three, four, or who knows how many times, my Body was weak, practically without energy. I was unable to fight someone and possibly even that fragile and squalid female could win me in battle. I imagined that they had captured me to torture me in search of information about my people, but that was much more sick. It was likely that his small, fragile body would not even bear my own. Shut up, or I kill you! In a fetal position. He still trembled and tears were dripping down his face, but he struggled to not emit any sound.- I picked up the communicators intended for her and held them out to her. - Put them near her vocal cords. I held my hand out, waiting for her to take them, but the creature refused to move. I roared at her, urging her on, but the female curled up again, staying in a corner of the room, crying even more. Argh! It would be easier to deal with a corpse than with that well of tears. However, considering what had happened to me when I attacked her, it was very likely that the Colonizers would not let me kill her, at least not for now. No matter what they wanted, I was not willing to be part of that ridiculous experiment. I needed to go home. Back to my people. Chapter 7 I'm going to die. He's going to kill me. The phrases ran tirelessly through my mind as the despair and the urge to cry became even more intense. Curled up on the corner of the wall, with my arms wrapped around my legs, in a foolish attempt to protect myself. I shouldn't be there. I wanted to go back to my prison, to serve the sentence that the humans had given me, and not be subjected to some crazy alien wish. The