NOTES:
Ive been wanting to write this for almost 2 years so enjoy!!! (｡･ω･｡)
This chapter is in Ictha’s perspective (her name wasn’t able to be mentioned for the contents of this chapter sadly. It may be changed but that’s the first ever name she had starting 2 yrs ago :,D)
In the sky again. I hope it’s here. The right place. It’s not. I look and look for the right one. Where she is. She needs to be there. It’s been five years. Five years. All alone. The same hide and seek, huh? I must keep searching. Until she is there. What if I never find her? She probably forgot about me. Maybe she was forced to forget about me. What if I think I find her but it’s not actually her?
I suddenly fly back onto the wall, looking out the window to see an asteroid hit me. Again. I see a huge rock blocking most of my view but also a planet that looks oddly familiar. They never look familiar. All new. Also, the creatures. Yes, I say creatures. Rarely do I get an actual alternate universe of earth. It’s very hard to find one. I fall to the floor without pain. Just a bit of shock. That’s the work of the aliens. I know I said ‘the’, but most aliens are actually like humans. I mean, I’m an alien to other places.
The siren starts going off and bright, red, flashing lights go off all around the spaceship. It’s not too big, just enough space for 20 people to sit across the floor, unlike the mothership that could hold hundreds. I stand up and try to find the right button for this. I just found a planet similar to earth and now I can’t even try it or else they will see the ship. It’s too damaged to put the protective invisibility film. I look out of the window, infront of me. The asteroid is gone, thanks to the built in auto-piloted claws, and luckily it didn’t crack the glass. It just indented the metal wall next to it. But wait, I can’t stop. I’m plummeting towards this planet.
The ship catches on fire. At least people will think I’m a shooting star, right? I get the great idea to turn to a forest while ON FIRE. It’s too late now; I try turning the steering wheel away, but it fell off. It’s been about three years since the last repair. I should’ve seen it coming. Now knowing I can’t do anything about this, I sit on the floor under the counter like desk to accept my fate. It’s already been five years, so there’s no point in trying to find her anymore. I close my eyes before everything goes silent.
I wake up outside my ship. I didn’t die? It’s so foggy around me. I can’t move… I start to regain feeling in my limbs, them already not typically having much feeling anyways. Am I paralyzed? I feel something touching me. Someone…?
“Hmm...” I hear, coming from a girl relatively my age as it seems. “What’re you…” she’s surprisingly close to me, despite my having one eye. Maybe she can’t see me? I mean, I can’t see her.
I attempt to say something. Nothing. Again. Still nothing. Then, I resort to trying to move my hand, even if it’s just a twitch.
“Don’t run away when I’m gone, be right back!” The girl whisper-yells, now running away from me. She’s probably getting someone. I’ll get captured, wont I?
I don’t know how long it’s been now. I hear footsteps rapidly approaching me. One set. She’s alone. “Can you move?” I feel her grab my wrist, obviously checking for a pulse. “You’re alive… if you can hear me, try moving your fingers.” I put all my concentration into moving them. Twitch. One finger. Then two. Over. As soon as she notices, she gasps excitedly. “I have some berries for you! I didn’t know aliens actually existed, let alone understood my language! At least it seems like that because you followed my request.” She shrugs.
She creeps closer to my face, investigating me. It’s too foggy to tell just by seeing, but I know because I can feel her breath just barely. “Your face…” she makes a humming sound, as if in deep thought. “You look so human. But… one eye. Oh, and no eyebrows.” She says, giggling like a child. “You’re silly.” Me? Silly? I’m like, the opposite of silly.
Unconsciously still attempting to move, it works, making my hand jerk in an awkward way. I feel this and start to, intentionally, attempt moving my whole body. After a couple of seconds, I gain control over my arms and head, including my face. I push the girl off of me, trying to be gentle since she was so generous. It’s been a while since someone didn’t try to immobilize or sometimes even kill me. “Who are- what are you? Species…”
“Human. I said it earlier, you must not’ve noticed. You?” She’s sitting in seiza position, eager to hear my response.
“Human…” my voice is raspy and quiet. Must’ve been from the fall. “I think. Or at least, I used to be…”
Her eyes widen. “Woah, does your type of humans have one eye? Or what?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure, but… I might be from this universe.” I stop for a moment before realizing that, at least for humans I knew, don’t know about traveling universes. “I have been going between universes for I think five years, more or less.” I sit up then gasp when I realize I can move more. “Well, um… what year is it? And what planet? Oh- and what country?”
The girl’s mouth is gaping open for a moment, in shock. Eventually she stops to speak, “five years?! That’s a long time… but the year is [XXXX]. Planet — earth. Country — Canada. Canada is big, so we have these things called cities and towns. This is Yukon-I think-and Whitehorse. It's probably wrong but I don’t care.”
“Why do I recognize that name… Whitehorse… Whitehorse…” I quickly pull my hand to my mouth. “Whitehorse… I was here before…” Regaining control over my legs because of the adrenaline gushing through me, I jump up and face the girl. “I have to go! Do you know how to leave this forest?!”
She looks oddly excited. “Yeah! I live here so I know my way around. Your spaceship didn’t take too much damage, surprisingly, so I can fix it before you get back. …Unless you aren’t planning on le- “
“Yes, please do that! I can repay you! Now cmon!” I grab her hand and yank her to her feet. I push her ahead, so she starts moving. “Get going- …please.”
“Okay, okay.” She starts running forward, jumping over fallen logs and dodging tree branches. “There’re not many animals here. But- just follow me.” I run after the girl. I never really realized how short she was. I keep hitting branches that she doesn’t need to duck under.
Once we finally make it out, I see a big field with some houses in the distance. I sprint through the field, not even caring anymore if someone sees me. I finally believe I have a chance at seeing her.
I hear a yelling coming from behind me. I ignore it. At least, I try to. “Wait! Where do you think you’re going?!” She tries keeping up with me but I’m too fast for her.
“I’m going to see someone!” I lose focus for just a second and trip. Not even rethinking it, I stand back up and start running again. “Someone I haven’t seen in five years!” I make it to the road but don’t stop, almost getting hit by a car. My breathing starts getting heavy from me running in the middle of the (most likely) winter. My clothes are too thin, so the cold is making my muscles lock up.
“It’s too cold out here! Please be careful! And… cover up! People aren’t accustomed to seeing someone with one eye like yours!” She is too exhausted to keep running after me, so she stops and sits crisscross in the grass.
I don’t even bother listening to her; I just keep running. Just keep running…
At some point about 10 minutes later I reach my old street. It’s empty. I start walking down the street, trying to look for the house that gives me the most nostalgia. That one is probably mine. Looking left, right, left, right, left- …it’s there. It feels like a sting in my chest to see this place. I wonder if my parents are still here. Well, I call them that… but they only had me for a year after adopting me. Then I got abducted. I still hate that word.
I walk across the street to the edge of the yard, scared if I should even be doing this. I don’t know if I should greet whoever is here or go through a window. Maybe the back door. No. I should make sure it’s actually them first. Make sure I’m not trying to meet people at their own home that I don’t know. I’m fine with going to public places, but houses are private.
I walk over to one side of the house to find a window and look through it. I always thought this house was weird. Why even have a window in the garage? Yeah, it’s normal for windows to be in the door itself, but in the wall? That’s not normal. I see a car. It’s black. It looks like the car my ‘parents’ had. They are definitely still here. I need to find something to cover my face. Now I understand what the strips of fabric around my ankles are for. I take one and cover my eye with it. I can just barely see through it, but they sure won’t.
I walk to the front again and then to the front door. My heart is pounding with fear. Shaking, I open the screen door and raise a fist to the wooden door. I hold it there for a while, unable to bring myself to knock.
I hear the doorknob. First there was the sound of unlocking, then I hear and see the doorknob turning. This just makes my anxiety all worse. I realize I’m shaking so badly; I won’t be able to take a step without stumbling even a bit. I grit my teeth behind my lips to attempt to release some pressure.
A short Turkish woman opens the door to look up at my 6-foot-tall figure. I look down to her, not knowing what to do. I see her lips start to move. Everything seems to be in slow motion. “Hello, ma’am” I can sense some uncertainty in her voice. I understand; I’m a really tall female with my supposed ’eyes’ covered. But ‘ma’am’? I’m not that old. I’m only 19 years old, that I know of. “Did my husband order a package? I don’t see a truck.” She looks around for a moment, unsure why I’m not responding. “Sorry, I’ll go get my husband.” She smiles awkwardly before closing the door.
In about a minute later she comes back with my adoptive dad, having him stand infront of her. He’s about an inch shorter than me, so I’m not as intimidating to him. He gives me an incredulous look. “My wife told me that you were here… and I haven’t ordered a package. She also told me that you won’t speak.” He crosses his arms. “So, what are you here for?”
“Honey, please be nice. She probably doesn’t mean harm…” The woman puts her hand on the man’s shoulder.
He sighs. “Sorry. But really, why are you here?”
I take a deep breath and get ready to speak but nothing comes out. I can’t get myself to speak.
“We don’t have all day.” The man says. The shorter woman looks to me and mouths sorry even though she thinks I can’t see. The man looks at the cloth on my face. “Why are you covering your eyes? That’s real suspicious.” He reaches up to take it off, not even questioning my personal space.
“No, wait!” I quickly put my hand over it to prevent him from taking it off. “Please don’t touch this…” my voice becomes quiet and shaky. “I know, you don’t… um… trust me, but may I come in… please?” I hold my breath, scared for the response.
“No. Why would we want you in he- “
“She’s shaking. Can’t you see that?” The woman says to her husband. “We could let her in for just a moment. It’s too cold outside.” I never even considered that the cold could be an excuse for my trembling.
“Fine. Only for a little bit.” He moves out of the way for me to step in.
I walk in, almost tripping over nothing. “T-thank you…” I start to unzip my boots as soon as I step in, it being a Turkish custom.
The woman walks to me. “You don’t have to do that. I can see your boots, and they seem hard to take on and off.” She uses a hand gesture to offer me a seat. “Come sit. I’d like to talk to you. Maybe we can get to know each other?” I go to sit in the seat she offered. She sits in the seat next to me. “Is it okay if I ask you a couple questions?”
I nod. “Whatever you like.” I turn a bit to face her.
“Well, first off, can you please tell me who you are, at least? If I’m not allowed to know why you are here, can I at least know who you are?”
We sit in silence for a bit before I decide to speak. “Can I… show you…? I don’t know how else to say it.” I sit there for a couple seconds, contemplating whether or not I should say what I’m thinking of. “I don’t even remember my own name, so I can’t really say it.”
My ‘mother’s’ eyes widen, her eyebrows raising along. “Oh. Um, yeah. Go ahead.” Her gaze softens again.
“I have to go somewhere else… still in this house, but can we go to another room please?” I move to the edge in my seat, eager to go.
“Of course. You seem nice and you haven’t tried hurting us, so I trust you enough.” She stands up, pulling me up as well. “Do you want my husband to come too? Or just me?”
“Both of you please. It’s important.” She gets my ‘dad’, and they follow me down the hallway. “I just need to warn you.” I stop and turn around towards them. “Can you promise not to freak out?”
“I’d like to say yes but I technically can’t promise that…” my ‘mom’ is now standing infront of my ‘dad’.
“Well, try not to… if you can…” I lead them to my old room, stopping at the door. My ‘mom’s’ eyes widen, slowly realizing who I might be. Now’s my chance to see if they trashed my room. Maybe they kept everything? Or they put everything in boxes. I reach for the doorknob. I start shaking again. I hate anxiety. Here goes nothing.
I slowly open the door. I peek in and see that everything is where I had it, except my bed sheets that are set nice and neat. I take my hand off the doorknob and cover my mouth, feeling tears build up in my eye. I turn to see my ‘parents’ reactions. Both of them are just standing there, wide eyed, jaw dropped. My voice becomes weak once more. “Do you… understand? Or do you want me to explain…?”
The shorter woman runs to hug me, even when we are only a couple feet apart. She starts sobbing, along with her husband, though he’s not crying as much as her. Not used to this type of affection, I stand there, letting her hug me, not doing anything. “%$¥”@, why do you have something over your face?” The woman asks.
My eye widens, even when no one can see it. “Why can’t I hear my name…?” I completely dodge the question, refocusing on the name topic.
“What…? You can’t hear your own name?” She looks confusedly at me. “Oh, right. You don’t remember it. It’s %$¥”@.” They can’t see the shock on my face, other than my gaping open mouth.
“No, like… when you say my name, I can hear you saying something, but it comes out scrambled…” A couple seconds after I say that I dart into my room to grab a piece of paper and a pencil. “Try writing it. I could know after that maybe…?” I hand the paper and pencil over and she starts writing.
Once she’s done, she gives it back to me. “Here you go. I hope it works.” I look down at the paper and immediately drop it.
“There’s- theres no way! Why… w-why can’t I see it?!” I start to have a panic attack. I bring my hands to my head to grip at my hair. “Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! I can’t- I can’t see it!” I feel like I’m going insane. I shake my head, to represent how I’m trying to deny this, but it backfires in the end, resulting in the band falling off my face. I don’t even realize that the yelling stopped, because, yes, they were yelling to try and calm me down.
As my nerves calm down a bit, I move my hands to cover my face in shame, but then I realize that the band is long gone. My ‘parents’ both backed up in fear.
“How- what are you?” One of them asks. “Is this what happened to you when you went missing?” The other asks. “The day you went missing, there were rumors about an alien attack. I kept denying it. Is that really what happened?” One asks. “Were you experimented on?” The other asks.
With being bombarded with questions, along with them finding out about my face, AND the fact that I can’t hear or see my name, I panic. Quickly, I grab the cloth and run towards the door. Its locked. “Why… why would you lock it?!”
I hear footsteps and look back to see it’s my ‘father’. “Why are you trying to leave?!” I don’t bother answering his question, instead, I just keep fidgeting with the door. “You won't get it open like that!” He forcefully turns me around, causing my anger to rise.
“STAY BACK!” I push him away from me with a little too much force, and somehow knock him to the floor. I never really knew how scary it was to anyone to see me threaten, but when I do, the aliens’ black ink stuff accumulates in my mouth. It’s a defense mechanism that is a lot stronger than it seems.
Both of my parents are staring at me with fear in their eyes as if I really did anything wrong. Yes, I did threaten him, but he was making my anxiety skyrocket. I just had something terrible revealed to the people who adopted me, I just found out I can’t hear or see my name, and I still haven’t seen who I’ve been searching for. All these are because 5 years ago I got abducted and almost killed. The leader of those idiots decided it was the best time to basically reconstruct me. She already took an eye, but then she wanted to mess with my brain too (she must have a thing for eyes. She has 3, her lovely co-leader has 6, and her brat for a daughter has 78. Yes, I counted. There wasn’t really anything else to do at the time.).
“I’m going to see Sofie! Don’t expect me to come back!” With that, I kick open the door and run out. Like before, I just keep running. I just keep running. If I go back to my ship, then it might be fixed now. I could hide in there until I’m not so stressed anymore.
I made it to the spot where I crashed. The ship is all fixed up. I must be going really insane. It looked almost trashed to me; how did this frail girl fix it? I don’t even care at this point.
I open the hatch and climb inside. It feels just like it did when I first got the ship. Even if it was a bad memory to be with the aliens, it’s still a happy memory. I finally got to leave that prison.
NOTES:
I kinda lost motivation at the end but if u liked this then comment or leave kudos then ill continue writing!
Death and destruction coming up soon :]
Edit: I FINISHED CHAP 2 YAYYY