Ohm works for Area 51, a Military air base infamously known for alien sightings. The one called Ryan is held with high responsibility to protecting the reticent operations and secrets, even if he may have some hidden agendas of his own. Subject 5 releases herself from captivity and is able to make it out of the chain link, barbed fences, forcing Ryan to take everything into his own hands and bring her back.
Brooke's POV
My heart thumped as I forced myself to keep running, the boots I wore soiled with wet dirt. Sirens could be heard miles away, as many armoured machines with flashing lights rushed down the long endless and empty road in regards to capturing me again.
I have only been on Earth long enough to witness the new moon to a fullmoon but the earthlings with camoflauged suits were quick to imprison me after my species had accidently left me behind one cold night. I was alone and scared, the rough language and ways of handling me left sores. They had left me in a quarantine cell, however I was lucky enough to get out with the help of my biological shapeshifting cells..
Now, I was in the middle of nowhere with the camo armour that was heavy, gravity had been rough down on Earth.. and I missed my clan...
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Ohm's POV
"Subject 5 is a extra-terrestrial life form.. assumed to be female.. Our hidden recorders witnessed the subject walking with no direction throughout the desert of July 12th, this year. The subject is clueless of Earth, so it should be simple to find IT before IT finds the public."
"What about the media, sir?"
"As always, accuse them of meaningless conspiracy theories.." I growled under my breath as the recruit saluted and went on his way to inform his subunit. I rubbed my temples in frustration of the situation at whole.. It... SHE had been a shape shifter. Subject 5 was a SHE not IT.. and she was a shapeshifter.. despite what any of the sergeant commanders said. Subject5's natural appearance was one I had seen similarly a few times before; no nose, bigger white eyes with no pupils, a third eye crowning between her brow, long pointed ears, and white hair.
Throughout the month, I have openly taken responsibility to be the overseer of the study in her habits, intelligence, and biology.. Lowkey Making sure she was not being treated like an animal. Very little did we ever interact, but when we did I made sure to be gentle.. talking with a tone of kindness. I knew she understood the basis of our language, as her kind is highly intelligent, but mostly she was comforted by tone.
My goal had been to try my best to not scare her away despite wrecklessness of my colleagues handling her. I somehow knew she would be tempted to pull an escape like this..
Putting on my black bullet vest over my black uniform and wrapping the grey bandana over my eyes, I proceeded to pursue the subject on my own. In hopes to find her before anyone else.
Normal POV
The young alien girl slumped down in her cushioned seat, glancing at the precipitation cascading the large diner window. Prior to entering the public eye, she converted into a human. Matching her DNA code similar to the girl that had been in a fashion advertisment on one of the electric boards. Replicating the smaller human features.
Fluorescent lights of neon signs popped the dark, quiet, and wet atmosphere. She had never experienced rain, not on her planet.. but Brooke had come to enjoy it. She had stood under the rain for a few minutes, in the middle of the street, as the bright colors reflected on the sleek black top. However, she had been rushed into a diner by a worried human, assumably female.
"Here sweetie, heres some eggs and bacon.. with some orange juice." The waitress set the platter down in front of the young looking girl who wasn't very responsive, let alone impressed by her senses. Confusion peaked her though, as she began fidgeting with the silverware. Two other inhabitants accompanied the diner, both seating at opposite ends of the enlonged counters.
"Are you lost? What were you doing out in that rain, in the middle of the street?" The waitress proceeded, confused.
The alien girl didn't know how to respond but with a glance.
Brooke's POV
"Can you say anything? Do you speak?" The gentle human with the gentle tone nudged on, it had been the only one I would allow in my imprisonment. It let me touch its face, my finger tips grazing its very different features. Its scent was strong, there was hair on its face, its eyes gleamed with a black dot in the middle that followed my every move. The heart beat was calm.
"Its okay, you are safe."
I didn't know what that meant but I wasn't threatened. The tips of my fingers slowly changed into its skin tone as I touched its face, allowing myself to feel for the biological shift.
But I couldn't shift into it, something had been blocking the process. Something told me it wasn't like the rest. It wasn't scared, hateful, nor angry. If anything it felt empathy.
I had learned within my captivity that this had been human food. "Consume this.." Its deep voice reminded me.
"Consume." I repeated subconciously, my voice almost scaring myself with surprise. Slowly, I had picked up what looked to be a crusted strip of some sort, not enjoying the overpowering smell and ate it.
The human slowly backed away to her counter, I could feel myself in her sight as if she kept her watch on me.. I was used to that feeling already, having been trapped within firm watch of the humans. I observed the gravity burdened machines racing by, lights of red and blue flashing furiously, the sirens soon fading in the distance as quick as they begun.
The empty and quiet space soon was interrupted by something suddenly walking through the glass doors. I slumped a little bit more, as my back was facing the door on the other side of the diner, just in case it were one of the captors..
I could hear the hushed voices clearly, as if they were right beside me..
"Have you seen a lost girl? Wearing a camoflauged uniform?"
It was that tone! My head whipped around curiously just to check. Sure enough it was the human with the kind tone in its voice.. however, it wore a grey cloth around its eyes. It was talking to the other human who made me consume the horrid crispy strips.
I really wanted the cloth off its eyes..
"Not a uniform.. but.."
On instinct, I whipped my head back to my dish, bowing low, so perhaps they couldn't see me through the booth. Silence engulfed both before heavy booted footsteps came my way through the aisle.
It paused.
"You really shouldn't converge into a girl that is seen all over the city by everyone, I mean if you are trying to hide.."
Its voice was hushed but kind again.. Glancing up, it reached its limb out, offering me its hand.
"C'mon.. I'll take you else where.. You are going to have to trust me."
Normal POV
The alien female would observe the man's actions, soon finding it irresistable to not mimic his hand motions, curious as to what it meant. Ryan's hand engulfed her own, gently pulling her from the booth and down to the nearest exit. Within the tight ally way, the man heard sirens and immediately pulled them both back in the dark space, his hand cuffing over her mouth so she wouldn't make a sound. A few armoured trucks flew past, with two police deputies following. He awaited for the noise to quiet before releasing the sudden grip around her mouth.
"Alright... we should be safe. Get in the vehicle."
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After a moment of pure nothing.. He rushed her to the passenger side of his car, opening the door after realizing she didn't know how.
"Vehicle." The alien repeated, feeling the interior. This caught Ohm offguard as he was buckling her in.. After a month with trial after trial, not failing to fail, she finally had spoken.. Her voice had been almost like a human girl's but with an odd and almost foreign sounding undertone. He was up close, soon noticing her skin and features were changing, slowly converting back into her original form.
"Yes.. vehicle."
She smiled for the first time at him. But Without a second thought, he shut the door and went to the driver seat.. needing to get her out of the premises as quick as possible.
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By the time they were far gone from being caught, she was completely back into her own form.. and asleep against his shoulder as he drove. The sun was rising against the wide range of desert, and it was evident she did not enjoy the brightness.. Alien yet childlike whining was the only form of communication he got as soon as the golden rays lit the now pink skies. All night, Subject 5 had been repeating the things she overheard throughout the month, it didn't matter what she was saying, but it was with enthusiasm and a happy demeanor. Making him smile and teach her more.
Ohm's POV
Soon enough, I pulled up into a cheap motel and ordered a room. Luckily, the owner had been too busy to see or care about me lifting a sleeping alien out of my car. I laid her in bed, locking the door and completely shutting out all the light by closing the blinds.
Sighing roughly, I decided to take a shower removing the black body armour, combat boots, and cargo pants, quietly making sure to not wake her up while hopping in the cheap shower. Finally, relaxing.
When I was done turning the water off, I already heard a soft noise coming from the room. Confused, I put my pants back on, only to walk out to her watching a small black & white screen. She was induced in a trance on the screen, not even looking up to acknowledge my presence. Squinting my eyes only to see a trashy romance movie playing on the cheap old TV in the pitch dark room.
"Vehicle!" She screeched, excited as the couple were making out in one. I rushed over and put my hand over her mouth so she would calm down and to not bring any attention.
"Quiet, shhhhh! Quiet." I hushed roughly, her eyes darting up at me but soon she listened, releasing a few amused giggles. Heavily sighing once more, I let go of her mouth and sat on the opposite end of the bed.
"Subject 5." Assuming she only recognized her nickname, she crawled over curiously, her large eyes almost glowing.
Brooke's POV
Although, I enjoyed watching the machine with lack of color, the man called me by the name I had been givin, catching my attention. I got closer, but noticed something different.. there were lines splitting down his cheeks from his now bright white-ringed eyes. An Ohm sigil had been now glowing in circuits amongst his forehead.. I immediatly recognized it as one of the symbols of Mars Space Corps. A military symbol commonly used throughout the galaxy.. A few of my own clan members had served within the infantry..
The man's bare torso was now exposed to these circuits tracing with precision down his arms and chest..
"Ohm.." I mumbled, my fingers couldn't help but to trace the cyborg details.. Was I safe?.. Was this planned? Did he know?? Why was he on Earth with Earthlings?
"Ohm. Yes. Ohm." He paused, watching me.. "You are going to get home soon, okay? Your family had alerted me you were left behind.. You see I work undercover to make sure no humans will keep any of us captive.. I've been here for a while.. Sometimes I miss home."
"Home.." I repeated.. the robot was now running his hand through my hair, although he was a cyborg he was very intune to human interaction.. How long has he been here?
"Yes, Home. But I can't go with you.. I was built for one task. And I promised to carry out that task. But I want to enjoy this moment with you, because you remind me of home..."
His arms laced around my waist and he proceeded to pull me in close to him. I couldn't help but to shiver when his breath hit my neck, causing disrupted follicles to rise in a sense of alarm. A comforting alarm, shrouded within safety and the filtered rays seeping through crevices of the window blind, onto our mingling forms. His body posture reminded me of the two humans on the visual machine, in the vehicle.
This was how humans maintained affection throughout one another.. How they bred, and reproduced, how they conquered Earth. Through protection, safety, affection, and care. But he was not human.. He was mere disposable AI for the MSC. He did not know fear.. so why did he want comfort? Did he feel alienated even after all these years of integration?
"We go home.." Empathy washed over me, as I realized why I had felt so connected to him within the confinements of the humans. I gripped onto the AI tight, and he squeezed back.
"No." He softly denied, his whisper tainted to reality. "You will go home."