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She shuts her eyes and places her chin in my palm. Shewantsto belong to me.
“Impressive,” the alien grunts as he shoves himself up onto his feet and wiping blood from his lip.
I tuck Zoey behind me. To get her, he’s going to have to go through me.
The captor smiles and it’s a truly hideous thing. “But you’re not the only one with tricks up your sleeve.”
Confidence curls his thick lips into a smirk as I take a step forward.
Things went downhill from there.
Zoey
Iwatch, heart hammering in my chest, as the defeated male locks his eyes on M’ijel with a mix of respect and malice.
Before M’ijel can react, he hurls his arms forward, his hands facing M’ijel. From his palms shoot tendrils of darkness, like sinister, living ropes.
M’ijel, caught off guard, instinctively lifts his arms to defend himself, but it’s futile. The tendrils coil around his forearms, binding him in their vice-like grip.
“Nngrr!” M’ijel growls in agony.
Panic courses through me as I watch the tendrils tighten, pulsating with a life of their own. They seem to leech the strength from M’ijel, his body buckling under the strain.
With each pulse of those dark ropes, M’ijel weakens, his knees buckling, forcing him to the ground.
I can see the pain etched on his face, the effort it takes for him to resist. His body is fighting back, his natural healing trying to counteract the effects of the alien’s power.
But it’s a battle he’s losing. The male is feeding off him, growing stronger with every bit of energyhe siphons.
“That’s it,” the alien snarls through gritted teeth, voice dripping with malice. “Keep fighting. The stronger you fight, the strongerIbecome.”
His words are like a chilling echo in the stale air of the corridor. I realize his unique ability isn’t fast healing or being able to cast fire or ice or lightning. It’s this… the ability to suck another creature’s strength from his bones.
I feel helpless, watching M’ijel struggle against the inevitable. The realization dawns on me with a sickening certainty:
M’ijel is going to lose. This alien, this creature with his vile power, is going to drain him of his strength, of his very essence. Until he’s nothing more than an empty shell.
My mind races, desperate for a solution, a way to help M’ijel. But I’m frozen, caught in the grip of fear and uncertainty. The sight of M’ijel, so strong and resilient, now being sapped of his vitality, is unbearable.
M’ijel’s face contorts with pain and effort, his muscles straining against the unyielding grip of the tendrils. He’s fighting with every ounce of his being, but it’s a losing battle.
The male is relentless, his power seemingly limitless — restrained only by how much power M’ijel possesses.
I can see the toll it’s taking on M’ijel, his skin growing paler, his movements slower. The energy that once radiated from him is diminishing, ebbing away like the last rays of sunlight at dusk.
The male’s laughter fills the corridor, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. He revels in his newfound power, in the defeat of his opponent.
And as M’ijel’s strength continues to fade, as he succumbs to the overwhelming force of the alien’s ability, a sense of dread settles in my heart.
M’ijel, the warrior who has been my protector, my ally, ison the verge of defeat. The realization is crushing, a weight that threatens to suffocate me with despair.
How can we overcome this? How can we possibly survive this encounter?
As I stand there, watching the life drain from M’ijel, my mind races, searching for a way out of this nightmare. But as the moments pass, as M’ijel’s resistance weakens, I know that our options are dwindling.
We’re running out of time, and I’m running out of hope.
M’ijel
