Feel Again by Fallon Sousa Read Free Book Online

all that he had, Lionel wished
that he could be with Samakri. No matter what her innermost
thoughts suggested, he could not assume that she loved him back.
All he could know for sure is that, most likely, he would never see
his home again. As Lionel began to feel woozy and the Yalmax prison
bars began to separate his heart from his mind, an aging guard with
eyes a different shade of yellow and green hair that was turning
the very color of Yalmax rather than graying, came up to the bars
and let Lionel out of prison.
    "Let's go, foreigner. You're going
to show me how to make another one of you."
    "What if I can't?" Lionel gulped,
bile rising in the back of his throat.
    “Then, you die,” he replied
simply.
    The
guard then grabbed Lionel by the arm and threw him down to the
ground in such a way that Lionel could feel the blood draining
slowly from a gash on his leg. The Yalmax of the prison floor was
even sharper and stiffer than any other form of the element on
Zebda. Lionel was even more scared for his very life than he had
ever been in the past. Just when he thought that the guard could
not harm him any more than he already had, the man, who covertly
appeared much more frail than he really was, took a large and
completely transparent needle from the pocket of his Yalmax sheath,
which had been dyed a deep black , likely a direct reflection of his dark
personality, and jabbed Lionel’s arm without
mercy.
    A clear,
icy liquid began flowing through Lionel Davidson’s veins, and it
was much more potent than any of the other drugs that the Zebdians
had used on him previously. While the first times that Lionel had
been drugged, he had passed out completely and lost all awareness
of his surroundings, this bad medicine simply left him completely
frozen in a state of panic and terror. Wow, he thought. For creepy aliens who don’t know how to feel
any emotion themselves, they certailnly do know how to inflict the
worst of human emotions in me.
    Once again, all that Lionel
could think about was Samakri, the beautiful and likeable, yet
venomous and volatile Zebdian girl. Now that he came to think of
it, Lionel had known Samakri throughout his whole life, even when
she was not on this planet, Earth. Sure, the first time, she was
really there, on that fateful day just before Lionel’s fifth
Christmas, when she had at least partially played a role in the
death of Lionel’s parents, Maggie and Arthur.
    Of course, Samakri had been
there after that. She was there every time Scotch and his
girlfriend, Marcy, had bullied him. She was there when Carla and
all of his other foster parents had ignored him his whole life.
Samakri had been there when Lionel was alone, in his room,
listening to music, with no one to care what happened to
him.
    He could
hear Sam now; her delicate white feet approaching his nearly
lifeless body (wherever it was) and pushing the guard away. Good, Lionel thought. She can hear my thoughts.
She will awaken me.
    I will
indeed, Samakri thought to Lionel. Within
moments, Lionel could move his limbs again. He got up. His wounds
were very terrifying to look at. He had bruises the color of
Samakri’s lovely hair, though frankly not quite so lovely as that,
peppered over his entire body. Deep, bloody, gashes uniformly lined
his arms and legs. His head was pounding worse than it had with any
migraine he’d gotten on Earth. Lionel’s vision was blurry; he could
hardly see Sam’s beautiful face looking down upon him from where
she was standing. That was the first time Lionel had realized just
how tall Samakri was for a girl her age.
    “How
badly did Ranvoy injure you?” she asked, referring to the older
guard with the temper and strength of a youthful firebrand.
    “Pretty bad,” Lionel
admitted. “I thought that guy was going to kill me. And, I thought
you would never come back. Where’s Loretta?”
    “I was attending to my
duties, but I came here, to you, as soon as I realized the extent
of what Ranvoy had done. The