Aliens: My Alien, Daeus

Chapter Three

Edited: 5/3/24

A/N: For the purposes of a smooth read, alien speech will be translated to English even though they cannot understand human language nor the other way around. Their speech will be in bolded, italicized letters - like so.

Ruin/Void's POV

I woke seemingly long after I had hit the ground. My body was stiff and in agony. I stirred a bit, trying to remove myself from the wrecked cage, but stopped when I felt something tear. My mind was fogged and I was ready to give up. The sights and the smells were different. Heck, even the sounds were different. The only thing I did appreciate was the release of pressure from my head. No longer did I feel like my head was going to explode. No longer did I feel like I was suffocating and the sweet air that filled my lungs was the only relief I got.

My face was screwed into the bars and smashed into the dirt. My breathing was obscured and raspy, but the air was fresh and rich, coming to me in gulps as I turned my head to breathe better. I couldn't tell how long I'd been out or how long I'd been sitting here, but the smells and lack of clicking and chattering told me that no bugs were around . . . Non alive at least. The smushed, mangled body in front of my cage told me that most of the Bugs probably had died with the crash. If they were that easily squished they should have all died and a burning pit in my stomach hoped they had all suffered before dying.

The wreckage of the ship obscured my view of the sky and my new appendages were twisted and broken. My wings tore at my back, hanging high above me as they stretched against the cage, the bindings digging into them. My tail was strung through the bars and something was cutting off the pressure at the tip. One of my arms was twisted wrong through the bars and smashed under the weight of the cage.

The top half of another dead Bug was in my line of sight and the purple and black entrails that came from his dangling corpse horrified me. I almost wanted to throw up, but there was nothing in my stomach. The wreckage all around me entrapped me. The cage was bent and broken with me inside. There was a cut on the side of my head. The blood was blurring the vision of my right eye. I tried to take a deep breath again, but I nearly choked on the blood pooling in my throat that was draining from my nose which was probably broken. 'This is it,' I thought. 'Death has been my friend for so long. He's come to take me.'

I closed my eyes and ignored the pain. I ignored the choking feeling in the back of my throat, the bleeding from my head, the pain of my body broken and twisted. I'd given up. I was ready to die.

"Unit! Call Headquarters. Unidentified ship in the Pixie Fields! Could be hostiles!"

Panicking at the sudden harsh foreign sounds, I forced my tired eyes open. Why couldn't I just be allowed to die?

The wreckage was lifted from the ground and the full glare of the sun hit me. I had to squint for a few minutes, but then something between relief and fear swarmed me. Through the haze of pain, I registered that something was standing above me, but I couldn't exactly see it, there were too many things in the way. Although if they'd wanted to hurt me, I wouldn't have been able to stop them. My body was screaming at me to die. I should have let go. Whatever was keeping my heart beating was a bother. I just needed to let go. Just let . . . . go.

Something grabbed the cage and a scream tore from my thoat. It was gurgled and muted, but still there. For the first time, the creature noticed me and it's melodious, deep voice could be felt deep in my chest as it spoke. "Mint! There's an animal in this cage! Get me the fire-cutters!" It's voice sounded masculine, but I wasn't certain. The alluring sound of it's words made me feel calm and surprisingly I understood that this wasn't something that was wanting to harm me. Tears slipped down my bloodied face and I silently urged the creature to hurry up and get me out of the cage, not wanting to be hurt anymore.

A searing heat met my skin and I tugged against the bars despite my pain, my eyes wide in panic. My hands grasped the bars under me, but out of nowhere giant hands were wrapping around my torso. Fingers pried at the bindings connecting my wings to the cage and more fingers pried my tail free. I was picked up from the ground and I let go, my body falling limp as a new pain surged through me. Everything felt smashed, bruised and broken. My wings and tail had undoutedly suffered the brunt of the impact, but the odd angle of my arm and cut in my head was the most severe.

My feet touched the ground, but I couldn't take a step before falling. I had no will nor energy to move, let alone run. There was no point in trying to escape these creatures, not when one of them had just rescued me from my death trap. I looked up and for the first time, got a good look at one of these things.

The one that had rescued me was tall. It towered over me like a building. If I had been standing, I would have barely reached his front thighs considering I was only 5'7. Its shoulders were broad and it's overall body shape looked remotely human with a well-defined 8-pack that disappeared into its fur. Yet the pattern on its blood red skin reminded me a whole lot of large homeycombs, the black hexagons varying in intensity. That's what I'd call them then - Honeycombs. All four of the creatures had the same pattern on their skin even though the white one that also wore a top didn't really have much of the pattern.

They stood on four legs instead of two, much like a centaur, except their body was large and cat-like. The pattern on the fur differed between each Honeycomb, becoming more natural. The one that had cut me free had royal cheetah type markings. The color of their skin was darker than their fur and all of them had white underbellies. Their paws were larger than my head with eight deadly claws sticking from each paw. The tail that swept behind them was thick and banded as three thick stripes ran from the back of their neck to their tail. Their upper body also had four arms with hands as big as their paws also adorned with deadly claws and padded palms. Their head and face were a whole other story.

For one thing, they had four thin slits instead of a nose. Their mouth was mostly human aside from the canines sticking from their lips. They had two main eyes that varied in color and two eyes right atop those that were a darker shade of their main eyes. Their hair was only black, yet the styles depended. The one that rescued me had a single braid from its forehead that went all the way down to its animal back. The rest of its head was bald. On each side of their heads were ragged, pointy ears and the honeycomb pattern disappeared on their face, but was small and complex atop their head.

Around my saviors neck were three necklaces. One had what appeared to be claws, the second was a simple chain and the third had what appeared to be a sun inside a hexagon. Its right upper wrist adorned a bracelet with the picture of a three moons and both ears held peircings of black gemstones. Its left shoulder had an x shaped scar and three diagonal lines crossed his abs. The left side of its face had four lines going straight down and through its eyes, leaving them a cloudy gray instead of the vibrant green like its other two. It was intimidating, but with the patient and gentle smile that crossed its face, I felt deeply indebted to it and automatically felt something click inside my brain, like a singlular bond was forged between us.

It stepped closer and fell to its knees in front of me. "It's a human, Yupo. A severely damaged and tormented human." His voice was soft and he held his arms out to me.

I pulled my body into the warmth of his fur and my wings sagged behind me, useless in their broken state. Tears flowed freely from my closed eyes, but the pain was nearly too much. I grabbed onto its fur and refused to let go. One of his hands pressed into the back of my head, one supported around my wings, one grabbed my legs and he was standing up again, cupping me in his grasp, securing me, protecting me. Its free hand folded my broken wings around me and wiped the blood and tears from my face. "You'll be okay, little human." He cooed sweetly. "Daeus has got you. You're safe now. Daeus is here."

The only thing I understood was his name. It was easy to decifer, the easiest word to understood. The easiest to form. 'Daeus,' I thought as my concious succumbed to the pain. 'My savior, my Daeus.'