Swept Away; Abducted Sequel

Prologue

"Do you think he will look more like you or me?"
Namjoon pauses, giving a pondering look as he shrugs into his military commander uniform. He looks so strong and wise. "I'm not sure. Maybe you. I'd like that." He grins and I feel my heart skip a few beats.
My hands unconsciously rest upon my big stomach, patting it lightly. The baby kicks inside and I beam. A strong male to give to my strong mate. Something amazing. A blessing.
Finished dressing, Namjoon sighs before tilting my chin up and kissing me softly on the lips. I can tell he wants to continue...but stops himself.
I don't want him to leave again. I hate being alone but I know I signed up for this when agreeing to be his. This career path is all he's worked for. He deserves to do what he wants without my nagging. I won't do that to him. He's spoken about becoming a commander since childhood. Who am I to deny him that dream? He's earned it.
"I hate to leave you..." He frowns.
Forcing a composed and happy smile on my face, I push him away, teasing. "Go to work. We'll be here when you get back." I remind him. "I'm not going anywhere." Vowing to him.
Nodding, he grabs his training gear and laces up his boots. Without one last worrying look, he leaves me, preparing for a longer journey this time. I'm sure when he returns, our son will be born and waiting to meet his father. I look forward to it.

I'm scared. I wish Namjoon were here. He's know what to do. I'm terrified to leave our home. The screams outside are deafening. Frightening. So much pain and fear.
A day after Namjoon left Median, we were attacked. It was beyond anything I've ever imagined. It was horrible. Large enemy ships from Cedian blasted from orbit above into our atmosphere and a strange purplish substance rained down from them. It smelled sickly sweet and we all breathed it in too much.
I ran. I held my breath and ran home as fast as I could. I had been on my way to buy supplies when it happened. My stomach hurts now.
Gagging, I lock myself inside and throw up. It's purple and bubbling like acid. Wiping my mouth, I ignore the taste of blood and sugar and try to calm myself, reassuring myself that me and the baby is fine. We'll be okay. We aren't hopeless.
I board our home up the best I can in case physical attacks progress but after only hours the ships leave. Only the slight glistening of purple tint in the air. Barely visible.
Everyone reluctantly returns to normal, resuming their activities in the hopes of normalcy. Our government as well urging us to stay calm and know they will keep us safe. My worry is for my mate. What if Namjoon gets attacked and doesn't return to me? What will I do without him?
Nevertheless, I don't trust it. I'd never admit to my mate but I don't trust our government like he does. I stay locked inside. I won't go out there for a few more days to be safe. Protecting our child is the only thing that matters to me.

It's been two days since the attack.
Ten hours since the screams began.
Five hours since the deaths started.
Two hours since my sickness has left me nearly unable to function.
The pain is excruciating. It hurts so much. Everything. I keep throwing up purple. My insides burn. My throat stings. My baby has stopped kicking and moving around inside me. What do I do? What should I do? There's no one to help me.
Namjoon please hurry home. I'm scared.
I've holed myself on the floor to our bedroom, unable to climb over and up on the bed. I'm so weak. I can't eat, can barely breathe. I'm dehydrated.
I'm dying.
Just like the rest of them. The thought—the acknowledgement of that—fills me with an odd sense of calm. I'm okay knowing I won't be here when Namjoon returns. I don't want him to see me suffering like this anyway.
I'm broken completely, however, by the realization that I'll never get to see or hold my son. I've done everything to keep him safe and protected. It was so close. All I wanted was to give my mate a son. Be a parent.
Tears blind me as I stare up at the ceiling, contemplating the end. Thankfully the screaming has stopped...or I've just tuned it out now. My own screaming rings inside my head, hurting my brain. I can't tell if it's real or a Hallucination.
I feel it now. Everything.
My insides are being dissolved like I've drank acid. It's agonizing. It's almost over now, I think.

I can't cry as sweat pours down my forehead, my body twitching involuntarily as it releases its hold on my baby. Choked dry sobs are forced out from my lips as I feel him leave me in a bloody bubbling mess on the floor. His tiny body still almost recognizable as a baby.
Dead.
Is it ever going to end? Shouldn't I be numb to the torture by now? Having to witness my own grossly violent and gory miscarriage Should be enough, right? Why isn't this ending?
I've lost everything now. The pain is the only thing that won't leave my body. Fluids have all but burned out. My organs are shutting down one by one now. I can feel each point of pain as it happens.
My bloody shaking fingers scrape across the floor—nails cracking— to pull the remains of my son into my arms. I want to put him back inside where he belongs but...I can't move anymore. My energy is gone.
I close my eyes and release one last bloodcurdling scream of anger and fear and agony before it all finally, finally slips away from me.
Everything is black and numbing. The pain is finally over. I leave my body and feel my soul being swept away above and above until I'm floating into space without a care. It's nice. Peaceful.
Before me is a bright light leading me towards my destination. Weightless. Heavenly. I feel warm and loved. The light doesn't hurt my eyes. I welcome it. I follow it without a thought. Nothing holding me back. A blank slate.
I follow it until I see a beautiful new world so blue and green and bright. Spinning, spinning. I can feel it's where I belong now. A new journey. A new beginning. A new life.
I close my eyes and feel my soul drifting down into place.

When I open my eyes once more, I scream again.
It's different though. It's not a scream of agony, fear, and pain. It's not the scream of a man losing everything.
No.
It's an innocent scream...the screeching of a newborn baby being brought into a new world.
My new world.
Earth.