James had stuck around until the alien woman fell asleep, which her body had taken some time to settle into. She felt his presence in her fall to unconsciousness, oddly comforted and terrified by it at the same time.
Her dreams flashed the memories of this world through her mind. Four pages on the Earth calendar spent waiting for her assigned family. It felt like a lifetime. They had looked kind enough. In her dream, the trip to their house in that small metal contraption had warped and the world inside of her colony ship shifted into a baby blue suburban home. Blue was good. Blue meant safe. Peace.
Then their faces turned bright red and they tore apart the suit that provided her body with the means to survive outside of water for long periods. She found herself in a concrete prison below the surface, with water sprayed from tiny openings. Regularly they came down to hurt her, or accepted currency from others to let them hurt her. They moved several times, always stowing her in boxes and underground with just enough moisture not to die.
Then one man who appeared bright red in his face and white as **** in his clothing gave them a large block of currency. He fumbled with his clothing and produced his species's reproductive organs and grabbed her head. She managed the energy to flash with confusion, and she was hit. The woman showed her moving pictures of a human doing strange things to this organ with their mouth.
When her teeth protruded from her gums the man in white ran away, and the couple that was meant to care for her electrocuted her. She managed to remain conscious, though they failed to notice and hadn't locked the door. That was when she made her escape. She only remembered running for as long as she could, jumping fences and weaving past plants of great size to avoid being seen, until at last she collapsed. **** was certain, unless the cloudless night sky would be merciful enough to rain.
She heard one of them mumbling, and then the rush of water, more water than she remembered having had to herself in a long time. Then, the face in her dreams shifted above her. A new human with a flickering blue face. Was blue still okay? What if these creatures didn't know blue? His face flickered quickly. Who's peace is he questioning? His own, or hers? She awoke with a burning sensation across her body, remembering the burning from that delicious brown liquid. It grew in intensity, and she weakly begged for help. He had to be blue...he acted like he was.
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