yanking her leash closer.
Erena cowered, expecting violence, but they were interrupted by angry voices coming from the other end of the hall. Shang cursed in a language Erena didn't understand and hurried in the opposite direction, yanking her after him.
"Who is that?" Erena asked, wide eyed, as she ran after him.
"Shut up."
"Is that the police?"
"Shut up!"
"I'm going to start yelling as loudly as I can in a minute if-"
"Do you want to be vivisected?" he growled, throwing open a door and dragging her down a bare looking stare case, "Because that is what will happen if those people get you. And then they will track your DNA back to your home planet and turn it into a petri dish. So be quiet!"
That did manage to shut Erena up, for a minute at least as they reached the bottom of the staircase and burst into what looked to Erena like the weirdest parking garage she'd ever seen. The concrete walls and pillars were plastered with colorful, slow moving holographic ads.
The parked vehicles looked nothing like any car she'd ever seen. Some of them looked organic, dripping onto the pavement. Shang dragged her past them, deeper into the low ceilinged concrete structure.
The further they went, the bigger the vehicles became and the hair on Erena's neck began to stand up as they passed what she was increasingly certain were personal space craft.
Behind them she heard voices again, and the swing of flashlight beams danced across the ships behind them. Shang cursed quietly and pulled Erena closer to grab her hand.
"Just a little further," he muttered, dragging Erena faster between the rows of ships. Erena was tempted to call out to the people chasing them. After all, she didn't know she could trust Shang's words. He'd saved her from Rin'rokir, but he'd also bought her at an auction like an object.
She wasn't certain she could ever forgive that. But, better the devil she knew, she supposed, glancing back over her shoulder warily. Shang hadn't hurt her and didn't seem interested in taking advantage of her. That seemed like the best she could hope for in this situation.
"Finally," Shang hissed in relief as they emerged from the rows of ships in front of a large, sleek black craft that reminded Erena of a particularly dangerous looking yacht, "Why do I always have to park so damn far away?"
Grumbling, Shang hit a few buttons on a holographic panel that appeared above his sleeve with a flick of the wrist and the ship began powering up, its bay door opening. The voices behind them grew louder and more frantic.
"Hurry," Shang snapped, and Erena stumbled as he dragged her up the ramp into the ship. It closed quickly behind them as he pulled her up to the cockpit, shoving her into the copilot’s seat.
"Strap in," he ordered, "This isn't going to be my most graceful takeoff."
Erena for once didn't hesitate to obey. Flying in a personal craft might be different from what she knew of space travel, but she still didn't want to try it without buckling up first.
The ship hummed to life and began rolling forward on some kind of magnetized landing gear, taxing out of its parking space and into the aisle. Erena could see a cluster of uniformed aliens rushing towards them between the other ships.
"Can they stop us if they catch up to us?" Erena asked.
"Yes," Shang replied, urging the ship to roll faster, "Localized EMP weapons. They just have to touch us."
"Then you really might want to go faster."
Shang let out a string of curses and slammed a button. The ship rocketed forward as its engines suddenly cut on, destroying any ships or people unfortunate enough to be behind it.
Erena screamed in surprise at the sudden acceleration as Shang fought to keep the ship going straight, the confined area making it veer and wobble unpredictably. But the side of the parking structure was already in view, the city glittering beyond it, and Shang didn't hesitate, gunning the engines as they shot out directly into the open night sky.
Erena screamed