Thanks to garbonzo607 for his insightful edits.
I was depressed over the next few days, as all I could think about was Lela's pregnancy, and how sad she'd looked as she'd left me.
Lela still took me every night that Gina didn't sneak into my room, but never showed herself again. If my math was correct, I was getting close to being done with my strengthening treatments as it was nearly the end of the promised two weeks, and I was afraid she would abandon me after that.
I still feared that my parents would find out about what'd happened with Nancy, Gina, and me. Nancy and mom had became fast friends, and the two usually drank late into the night together, chatting about various things, but if the night of the threesome ever came up, mom never mentioned it. She never mentioned the kiss she'd given me either, though sometimes I would catch her looking at me, and her cheeks would turn red.
My dad spent most of his time at the office. When he was home, he was short-tempered, and usually drinking. We soon learned to leave him be. I was fairly certain he was cheating on mom, but had no proof. I was tempted to use my switches, and had put one in him to calm his anger, though I hated using it, as I was still uncomfortable with manipulating anyone.
Gina was my only saving grace. She saw how down I was, and did everything she could to cheer me up: parking lot blowjobs, plenty of sex when we could be alone, she even rented a room for a couple hours, and let me back into her ass again. It all helped, but Lela's silver eyes still haunted my thoughts.
Christmas Eve dawned white and slightly snowing; the day Summer was supposed to arrive. Dad had already left for work, telling us not to expect him home for dinner, some big case he claimed, and Mom and Nancy were still recovering from last night's drinking binge.
"You go get your sister," Gina told me, giving me a quick smooch. "I'll take care of our mothers. Go on! Maybe she can cheer you up, goodness knows I've failed." That last was said under her breath, and I felt bad, because I knew she had been trying, but how could I explain to her that I was depressed over getting an alien pregnant, and possibly getting her in trouble?
I left, putting on my best smile, though it felt tight, but not before giving her a big hug and kiss. The drive was a long one, only because of the holiday traffic, and the airport was overcrowded. I listened to the radio, not much in the mood for Christmas music, and ended up listening to talk radio. Apparently there was something going on in some city I'd missed the name of, and strange objects were popping out of the air. I wondered if this was another of Lela's experiments.
I quickly turned off the radio, not wanting to think about Lela.
I had to park a fair distance from the terminal, and my breath misted long and white as I walked through the lightly drifting snow. By the time I made it to the baggage claim, Summer was already waiting for me.
"Nick! Over here!" Her alto voice easily cut through the loud hum of noise, and I turned to see her waving and smiling. Even at this distance, I could see her bright blue eyes sparkle, as her light brown hair bounced with her jumping.
A natural smile turned my lips upwards, as I walked over to her. She had a ton of baggage around her legs.
"So how is my little brother doing?" She asked, and then flung her arms around me in a big hug.
Time froze in that instant, as an explosion seemed to go off in my head. Suddenly I could feel every switch I'd ever made, except for Lela's. Not only was I aware of them all, but I knew exactly where they were in relation to me.
That wasn't even the most shocking part. I could actually 'see' some of them in my mind. See what they were doing, what they were wearing. Or in my dad's case, not wearing.
The moment ended as Summer pulled away from me, a confused expression on her face.
"Wh-what was THAT?" She exclaimed. Had she seen it too? For a few seconds I didn't know what to say, still too stunned by the whole experience. Summer's hand lifting to touch me, scaring me, and I backed away.
"What was what? Did you eat something bad on the plane?" The evasion sounded thin to my ears.
"That... I dunno...image. I saw some people, and—" She covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my...Dad! He was naked, and it looked like he was..." She trailed of, and I knew what she'd seen. Our father nude, standing up, with his cock somehow parallel to the ground, sawing his hips back and forth. If I had seen the present, then he was currently fucking someone, and I knew he wasn't in his office.
"Let's get your bags. We need to go," I told my older sister rather brusquely. I had a chance to catch my father, and I was going to use it.
"Wait, hold on. I don't understand," Summer complained, but I ignored her, as I manhandled her baggage onto a cart. "Careful with that, there are gifts in there," she complained about my rough treatment.
I practically ran back to my car and pushing the cart, hoping that my sister would keep up. My heart was thumping as I loaded the vehicle. "Will you tell me what is going on?" Summer gripped my arm through my coat, and spun me to face her.
"Nothing," I lied, "I just want to get going." I finished getting all of her bags in, and jumped in the car. Exasperated, Summer climbed into the passenger seat.
"I don't believe you, Nick. What was that back there when we hugged? I saw all those people, and so did you! Don't deny it; I saw it in your eyes." I kept quiet, trying to picture in my mind where I had seen our father, but the image was fading. Summer experimentally reached her finger out, and touched mine on the steering wheel, and suddenly it was there again, but somehow weaker this time. I could still picture him, he was lying on his back know, fondling something in the air, but I couldn't feel or sense any of the switches from up north by the campus. My dad seemed somehow foggy, too. Nancy was still asleep, and Gina looked like she was watching TV, but that was it. The two women were even more faint, almost wisps.
Summer pulled her hand back, and looked at her finger as though it were a new and strange object to her. Then she touched my coat, but nothing happened. Whatever was going on required physical contact, and the more contact, the more powerful the images and senses were.
The traffic going this way was clearer, and I soon found the exit I needed.
Summer kept demanding to know what was going on. "I touch you, and I see things, but how can that be?" She shook herself, and then laid her hand on my cheek, but I pulled away. I needed to concentrate on driving right now. "Why do I sense something about anger with dad, but different things with those other two? And some of those others... Nick, what is this?"
"I'll explain later," I told her. We were almost there.
"I'd hoped never to see dad like that again." Even as I concentrated on where I sensed him now without her touch, her softly whispered words registered to me.
"You've seen dad like that before?" My anger was starting to boil, as I pulled into the parking lot of a motel. My dad's anger switch was completely off, which was my only indication of how he was feeling.
"Why do you think I moved away, and never come home except for Christmas?" Summer replied quietly. She looked at me for a long while, and I knew she was trying to come to a decision. Apparently she'd made it, for she continued softly, "He used to sneak into my room at night, and cover my mouth while he molested me. I hate him. It's part of why I became a lesbian, just to piss him off. Well, there were other reasons too..." She looked at me, and I saw her cheeks were bright red.
"Stay here," I told her, placing my hand on hers, to confirm which room he was in. I didn't really need to, as I could sense him on my own, but I hoped to comfort her some as well. "I'll be right back." I also wanted to make sure I was interrupting him.
"You're going to confront him aren't you?" I could see fear in her beautiful light-blue eyes. "No Nick, don't. He's stronger than you!" She gripped my arm, and then looked at me in shock, and I knew she was feeling my new muscles. I had compared myself to the picture I'd taken on my phone, and it was hard to believe how small I used to be.
"I can handle him," I told her, getting out of the car.
She got out too, and I almost told her to go back, but then thought she might need this more than I did.
We walked up to the door, and I took a couple breaths to steady myself, before knocking.
"Who is it?" An extremely annoyed male voice sounded from the other side. Our dad's voice. I made sure to stand off to the side of the peephole, and knocked again, without saying a word. I heard noises inside, as someone fumbled around. Summer grabbed my hand, and squeezed it tightly.
I could now see my dad trying to pull a blanket around his waist, as he approached the door. He looked frustrated when he couldn't see anyone through the hole. It looked as though he was going to turn back around, but I knocked again. I could see the anger rise in him at the same time I felt his switch move.
"I swear if some kid is playing a prank on me, I'll..." The door opened, and he stood stunned as his two kids stared back at him.
I acted fast, and paralyzed him with a new switch. It seemed so easy to do, with Summer holding my hand.
"Who is it, dear?" A feminine voice called from the bathroom, but dad couldn't answer. Despite not being able to see this other person, I was somehow able to paralyze her too. I was shocked because this was the first time I'd created a switch on someone or something I couldn't see. I looked down to where I was still gripping my sister's hand. Somehow she was magnifying my ability. With the switch in the hidden woman, I could now mentally see her, crouching naked behind the bathroom door. She looked only a little older than me.
I looked up to Summer's eyes, and saw the anger in them. She spoke to me, without taking her eyes off of our father. "Nick, I don't know how you're doing it, but we'd probably better get inside."
I agreed, and we both pressed by our frozen father, before I turned, and closed the door. I turned him to face the room, before walking in and picking up the other woman, and then carrying her to the bed. She kind of looked funny lying there, with her body in a crouching stance, so I tried to move her 'paralyze' switch. It wouldn't budge. For a second I panicked, but then had an idea. I walked back over to Summer, and grabbed her hand, and I was able to move the switch again. Apparently anything I did while touching my sister was much stronger than on my own. As soon as the woman could move again, she tried to get up and flee, but I refroze her (without touching Summer), just as she sat up.
I turned back to our dad, and I could see a tear of fear leaking from one of his eyes. I had to take Summer's hand again to do anything to him, and I tried to slowly lessen his paralysis, wanting only his head to be able to move. It didn't work that way, though, and instead, he became very slow, like every movement required a lot of effort.
I let him go completely, and locked the door mentally at the same time. Dad ran for it, but since I'd locked it while touching Summer, he couldn't get out, and couldn't unlock it.
He spun on me then. "Devil's spawn," he spat. "What do you think you're doing?" He raised his hand to me, and it was all too easy to make him immediately weak. When his hand came down against my face, it felt like no more than a light caress.
"I recommend you sit down, and listen to us," I told him. I was surprised at how calm my voice sounded, calm as a cold Antarctic night. For a moment it looked like he was going to argue with me, but when I didn't back down, I felt his anger recede, and by the look in his eyes, it was replaced with stark terror.
I waited until he was seated, before letting go of my sister's hand. She immediately re-grabbed it though, and I realized she wanted to know everything I was doing. I resolved that I would have to be careful of any switches I made.
I had forgotten about the other woman, till dad looked at her as he sat down. I looked at her more closely, and realized that she was probably younger than me. Old enough to be legal, but not by much. Her small breasts hung from her chest in her seated position.
"Who is she?" I asked first.
"Let me go, and you can have her," the older man pleaded. A small part of me laughed at how petty he was. A very small part.
"I asked who she was. She can go soon enough."
My father licked his lips a few times, his eyes flickering between Summer, the girl, and me, before answering. "She is one of my interns."
"And how long have you been cheating on mom with her?" Summer asked next, anger lacing her voice.
"With her? Only a couple months," those words informed me that this woman wasn't the first. I looked to her, and knew that she wasn't the home wrecker. My father was the guilty one.
I turned to the young woman, and spoke to her for the first time. "I'm going to let you go. Get dressed, and leave here. You won't remember this when you walk out the door." I let go of Summer's hand long enough to move the switch, before she gripped it again, this time lacing her fingers through my own. I prepared a 'memory' switch in the girl, and as soon as she was dressed, I told her, "Think about everything that happened here. Think hard." She nodded, and I could see mascara stains on her cheeks where her tears had ran. I flipped the switch, and saw her eyes go blank, before pushing the very confused young woman out the door.
Summer grabbed a hold of me once more, and this didn't go unnoticed by our father. I saw him sneer as he looked at us, and my anger rose, but his words only confused me. "So that's it, huh? She finally confesses to you, and you are now in cahoots?" He spat on the floor, and Summer let go of me, covering her mouth, and shaking her head. I could see that his words were troubling her.
"Shut up, unless we ask you a question," I told him. He flinched at my tone, and I saw the fear return to his eyes.
"What are you going to do to me? Kill me?" I didn't know what I was going to do with him now that I had him, but I couldn't just let things go on as they had been. Of course, I couldn't kill him either. I was no murderer, no matter how angry I was.
"You're a lawyer, let's make a deal," I told him, trying to stall for time.
He laughed, but I could tell it was forced. "Ha! You can't prove anything, and if you tell your stupid mother, I'll just divorce the dried up old bitch and leave her penniless." That's when I knew what I needed to do.
"You're half right," I said. "You will divorce our mother, but it will not be her that is penniless." He tried to cut me off, but I just paralyzed him again, not wanting to hear his filthy mouth. I explained everything he was going to do, and made it clear that I would be watching the whole time. If he slipped up, he would regret it. I gave him a small taste of my ability, as I made his foot start to ache, and then increased it, until I could hear a slight moan coming from his locked throat. After a couple seconds I stopped the pain, and released him from his paralysis.
"Okay, okay! I'll do whatever you want. Just don't... Don't do whatever it is your doing anymore." He was crying as he pleaded with me.
"Go home right now, and do as you were told," I ordered him, and watched as he quickly got dressed. "And in case you change your mind, know that if I could find you here, I can find you anywhere." When he looked at me, I could see that he understood.
His tires screeched as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Oh, Nick. He had me so worried, but you handled that so well. I can't believe he was cheating on mom, though I probably should have guessed." She looked back to me then, and I saw fear return to her eyes. It hurt all the more, because I knew it was directed at me. "What...what are we?"
"Brother and sister," I told her, pulling her into a hug, and feeling her arms surround me. As our cheeks touched, we were able to see our dad driving, and there was no mistaking the panic in his eyes. We sat on the bed, holding each other, and watching his progress. As he got closer to home, I saw his face change slightly, and then he made a wrong turn, and started driving away. I made his foot hurt again, and even at this distance, it was easy, so long as there was physical contact between Summer and me. He slammed on his breaks, but I waited till he'd turned around, before I released him from the pain.
Our father drew close to home and I realized we couldn't see our mother. It took only a little effort to make a happy switch in her from this distance. I had to use Nancy's position in relation to where my father was talking to make it. As soon as I did, we could see our mother, and though we couldn't hear dad's words, our mother's reactions told us enough. Nancy stood and struck him across the face while mom cried. I felt bad for mom, but I knew she would be better off when this was over. Dad raised his arm to strike Nancy back, but when his foot hurt suddenly he dropped his hand, and fled, leaving all of his possessions. I was fairly certain he would do as he'd been told. He was to divorce mom, leaving her all of his money, and paying a sizeable sum every month afterwards. If he ever contacted her again, he'd regret it.
It was some time after we'd watched dad leave, before Summer pulled away from me.
"About what dad said..." She looked pensive, and I felt sorry for all of the pain our father had caused her.
"Don't worry about it," I tried to tell her confidently. "He's long gone, and it doesn't matter anyway."
She gripped both my hands, and looked me in the eyes. "But it does. You see, he started doing what he did to me for a reason." She dropped her eyes then, and I saw a tear roll off her nose.
"He did it because he was wrong in the head," I protested.
"Will you just shut up and listen to me?" I nodded, shocked by her outburst. "I never told you why he started to molest me, or why I never told anyone before now. After what you did for me and mom today, I think you should know." I almost opened my mouth to tell her she didn't owe me anything, but the flash of anger in her eyes stopped me. "I used to keep a diary. I kept all of my personal and private thoughts in it. Dad found it one day, and read it. When I got home, he confronted me about some of the... things, I'd written in it. Things about you."
I was baffled. What could she have written in her diary that would make their father molest her? I soon found out.
"I wrote about spying on you in the bathroom, even hid in your closet a couple times to watch you masturbate. I wondered what it would be like to have...to... Well, to be with you in ways that brothers and sisters shouldn't be." She dropped my hands, but this time it was me that grabbed hers back. When she looked up at me, I gave her an encouraging smile. This was the last thing I'd ever expected to hear from my older sister, but considering what'd happened with Shanna and Shannon, not to mention Nancy and Gina, her words didn't bother me. A few weeks ago, I probably would have freaked out.
"Dad told me that he would tell everyone what a pervert I was, unless I let him...touch me. He hid the diary, so I couldn't get rid of it." I could see that it was a huge effort for her to make this confession to me; by the way she held my hands loosely, the hitch in her voice from time to time, and the fear that I would reject her evident in her soft blue eyes.
"Did he..." I almost couldn't ask, "did you go all the way?"
"No, thankfully. He wouldn't do that, but the whole time he slipped his fingers in me, or twisted my nipples, he would tell me what a pervert I was. That was why I told everyone I was a lesbian. I had found where he'd hidden my diary, and destroyed it. He no longer had any proof, and if he told anyone, they would laugh, because I'd already confessed to being only interested in women." She sucked in a deep breath, and I could see that she was building the courage to speak some more. "You probably hate me now, don't you? You think I'm a pervert, too. It's okay. I am a pervert for wanting you." She laughed a little then, but it was at herself, "You used to be such a skinny geek then, not this macho man, with some kind of superpowers. You made that woman forget about tonight. Will you do the same for me?"
She looked at me with hope in her eyes, but I remembered how Gina had felt after I took away one of her memories.
"No," I told her softly.
She nodded, not arguing or pleading with me, but accepting my decision with sadness. "I understand. You probably don't want to be around your perverted sister right now, just...just please don't tell mom what I told you."
"Summer," her name was soft on my lips, and when her eyes met mine, I knew my next words were true, "there is nowhere else I'd rather be, than here with you right now." Before she could speak, or say anything, I leaned forward, and kissed her softly on the lips. I could taste the salt from her tears, as she sat stunned, holding my hands, but her body frozen.
Then just as her namesake does to ice on a hot day, so too did her body melt, as her hands left mine, only to grip my face and pull me to her, as she lay back in the bed. I fell on top of her, as her tongue darted into my mouth, and licked along my teeth and gums.
Wrapping my arms around and under her, I rolled us over, so that she was on top. We kissed for a while, before she broke away, and I saw the fear return to her eyes.
"We need to stop before we go too far," she told me, her breath coming heavy.
"Do we?" I asked, pulling her face back down to mine, and getting even more turned on by her capitulating moan. I unzipped her coat, and slid it off of her, feeling her do the same for mine.
Our mouths hungrily devoured one another, as our hands worked over each other's clothes. I felt her hands drop to my pants, as she unzipped me, and pulled my cock free, only to jump back as if she had been burned.
"You're my brother. We shouldn't do this, no matter how much I want this," her eyes looked worried, and I saw her bottom lip was quivering.
"And if I want it too?" I asked. "If you say no, then I'll not force it, but all you have to do is look at how turned on I am, to know that I want this also."
Her eyes dropped down to my rod poking out from my zipper, and I think she licked her lips, before looking back up to my eyes.
"Maybe...Maybe it wouldn't be so wrong, as long as we didn't go all the way," I wasn't sure if she was asking me, or telling me, but I wasn't about to argue against her.
When I nodded, you would have thought I'd given her the world. She nearly tackled me, she kissed me so forcefully. I laughed into our kiss, till she grabbed my meat, and turned my laugh into a moan. I slipped my hand down to her rear, and gave it a squeeze. She pulled away from me, with a slight smile.
"I've licked lots of pussy, but this will be my first blowjob, sorry if it's not very good." She told me apologetically.
"Are you still a virgin... With a man, I mean?" I asked, concerned.
"A girl in college broke my hymen with a dildo," she said, blushing prettily, "but I have never gone all the way with a man." She shifted down my body, and sucked my cock into her mouth. It felt great, but I could tell she was inexperienced; she used her teeth too much, and not enough of her tongue. I gently gave her tips, and she quickly got the hang of what I liked, making me moan, as she slurped up and down my shaft.
"Stop," I told her, after a bit, sitting up.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm terrible at it. We don't need to go any further." Her constantly getting down on herself was getting on my nerves, but I kept my voice calm.
"We can stop whenever you want to, but that isn't why I stopped you. You're doing great. I just want to return the favor." She looked at me uncertainly, and I wondered if she was going to back down.
"I guess if you really want to..." I leaned forward and kissed her, forcing her backwards. We had to scoot a bit to keep her on the bed, but I quickly undid her pants, and nearly ripped them off as quickly as I could, followed immediately by her panties.
Her legs were a light bronze tan color, shining, and shapely, leading up to her clean-shaven pink lips. I smiled as I looked up at her, and noticed that she was staring back at me wide eyed.
"I can't believe this is happening," I barely heard her say to herself.
I lifted her left leg, and brought it to my lips, kissing her firm calf, before trailing kissed up to her knee, thigh, and then finally on her soft pink labia. Summer moaned as my lips touched hers, and her hips jerked when my tongue flicked across her clit.
Her fingers dug into my hair, as she pulled me tighter to her crotch, and I savored the flavor of her. Over the last couple weeks, I had noticed that each woman tasted different, even the twins, though their difference was much more subtle, but I'd have to say that Summer tasted the best. I dove my tongue into her, lapping up her juices, and making her cream all over my face, time and again, before she finally pulled my face up to hers, and kissed me, tasting her own fluids on my lips. When her tongue was done with my mouth, she moved to my cheeks and chin, completely cleaning me.
Without thinking, I started to rub the head of my dick against her slippery slit, but she pushed me away slightly.
"I want you in me, but maybe we shouldn't. That would be going too far." I could see the desire in her eyes, but I could also see the fear. We would be siblings for a lifetime, I figured, there would be plenty of time later, and the demons were still months away.
"Okay, like I said, I won't force you, but I have an idea that may satisfy us both." I waited for her nod, before continuing. Placing the underside of my prick along her lips, I started to move my hips. Pressed between her pussy, and my stomach, it didn't feel nearly as good as if I was inside her, but I knew I could at least get off this way.
I also noticed something else. The entire time we had been touching, I could see everyone I'd made a switch in, with my mind, and knew she was sharing the vision. With this much contact, I could almost sense Lela, miles above the Earth's surface. It was almost like being a voyeur, being able to watch everybody, while Summer and I played this dangerous game.
My sister was scratching my back through my shirt, as she moaned and hunched her hips against my thrusts. I slipped my hands up her shirt, and felt her smallish breasts, and was so turned on by the sudden realization that I was humping my older sister that I started to blow my wad before I knew it.
She couldn't miss the fact that my semen was squirting across her shirt and stomach, and started to cry out, "I can't believe my little brother is cumming on me. Cum for me, Nick, and make me cum. I'm cumming! Oh, I'm CUMMING!"
Summer shook underneath me for a bit, and when she finally came down from her high, I kissed her softly and lovingly on her lips.
"Thank you, Nick," she told me after a few moments of tender kissing. "I know you only did that to make me feel better, and I appreciate it."
Now why did she have to go and ruin a good moment like that? I wondered.
"Dammit, Summer," I exclaimed. "If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have. I wanted that as much as you did, and if I hear one more—" She cut me off with a laugh and a kiss, followed by the biggest hug she's ever given me.
Summer had to change her shirt, as it was covered in my seed, but we got cleaned up and dressed as fast as we could, and drove home. I knew everyone would start to get worried about us soon.
On the drive home, I told her the same story I'd told Gina, explaining my powers, but saying nothing of Lela. I'm not certain why I continued to keep her a secret, but something inside of me didn't want to let that secret out. I also explained how different it was, when I was in physical contact with her.
Gina met us at the door, and greeted my sister with a warm smile. Summer leaned over and whispered accusingly, "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend."
Gina still heard her, "He's not my boyfriend. We're just really good friends." Shanna had said nearly the exact same words to me, and I wondered at my luck with women lately. Gina's face turned somber then, before saying, "Your dad showed up a while ago. It wasn't pretty."
"I know," I told her, and she didn't seem surprised.
"I kind of wondered if you had something to do with it," she said thoughtfully. "The way he handed her everything, and yet seemed so angry about it, I thought you might have had a hand in it. Your mom took it pretty hard. She says she always knew he was cheating, but didn't think he would let her leave the marriage with anything. I think she will be able to move on, pretty quick."
We went back to find Mom and Nancy sharing a glass of wine, and she must have been recovering quicker than we thought, as she met us with a smile, and hugs.
"To Christmas Eve, and new beginnings," I toasted when a glass was filled for me, and the others repeated my toast, and then sipped their drinks.
We drank deep into the night, and I had to carry each of the women to their beds. Mom didn't bother me with any more kisses, I think she was too far gone, but Gina tried to pull me in next to her mom, and make out with me, before I could break away. I wasn't comfortable doing anything with my sister here now, and Gina was snoring before I even reached the door. Summer thanked me again when I tucked her in, giving me a quick shy kiss, murmuring, "Maybe next time, maybe next time..." before falling asleep.
I stumbled to my own bed, and collapsed into it, not even bothering to get undressed.
Lela took me, and I awoke in the blue room, still slightly drunk.
I didn't even bother pleading with her to come see me. What was the point? It hadn't done any good, and I was tired of trying. The white light bathed me in its glow, and I continued to lay there till it was done.
When I wasn't immediately sent back to my room, I got up, wondering if she was going to come for me after all.
Instead, a pillar lifted up from the floor, and something materialized on top of it. I walked over to examine the object, when I heard a mechanical voice come from all around me. It wasn't Lela's voice, and that frightened me. Had they killed her? No, I thought, they are a peaceful race. Maybe they sent her away, then...
"THIS WILL BE YOUR LAST TREATMENT WITH THE WHITE LIGHT." The voice was cold and mechanical. "TAKE THE OBJECT ON THE PEDESTAL, AND PRESS IT AGAINST YOUR ARM."
I did as I was told, trusting that they didn't want me to come to any harm. There was a slight prick, and liquid fire started to spread from the point in my arm where I had just injected myself with something. I watched as my veins became visible under my skin, and the pain spread. What have they done to me? I cried out mentally.
"DO NOT BE ALARMED. THE PAIN WILL BE BAD, BUT YOU WILL SURVIVE." Who was commanding this voice? It obviously wasn't Lela. When she'd done it, she had used her own voice. The pain was getting worse, as promised, and had spread down to my fingertips, and up to my shoulder. I wondered if I would die when it hit my heart, or if I would have to suffer till it reached my brain.
"YOU WILL NEED TO USE YOUR ABILITY SOON. THE DEMONS HAVE SENT A SCOUT SHIP AHEAD OF THEIR FLEET, AND IT ARRIVES IN TWO DAYS."
The voice continued to drone on, oblivious to the agony I was in, as I collapsed onto the floor in the fetal position. Unfortunately I hadn't died when it'd reached my heart. Death would be a release from this agony.
"YOU MUST STOP THE SCOUTS BEFORE THEY CAN SETUP A FOOTHOLD ON YOUR PLANET. IF YOU FAIL, THE HUMAN RACE WILL BECOME EXTINCT WHEN THE REST OF THEIR FLEET ARRIVES."
The pain slowed as it started travelling up my neck, but when it reached my groin, a new type of pain exploded in my body, causing me to cry out incoherently.
"THE HUMAN RACE NEEDS YOU, I NEED YOU, AND YOUR NEW CHILDREN NEED YOU. I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN WHEN I AM ABLE. LELA"
The pain reached my toes the same time it reached my head, and sweet oblivion finally took me.