Jeremiah Danvers Narrates a New Beginning
Nikita and I were together, alone but together for more than a week. The alien would come, feed us, ask us a few rather simple questions and then leave. I was having trouble making heads or tales of him. “My guess is if he wanted us dead we'd be dead right now, so what's his story?”
“I don't know. He's a GREEN Martian.” She said definitively. “If he's lived his life as alone as I have he's lived it for at least 3 times as long. He's forgotten how to trust people, especially humans. Other aliens wouldn't be as hard.”
“That I can understand.” I said glumly.
Three days later the alien came to take me away. He grabbed me by the arm and started to literally drag me out of the room. “No leave him alone!” Nikita cried out.
“You want to die instead?” The man asked her in a threatening voice.
Nikita's voice was low but distinct. “Yes, I do.”
"I cannot believe you are actually going to kill him; I do not see this in you. 'Discerner of the motivations and intentions of the heart' is a name for my people. But if you were going to kill one of us, I'd rather it be me than him. If for no other reason than that would make sense!” She turned to look at me. “And obviously there is another reason. Listen I am quite familiar with how ignorant humans can be, especially when they're scared. But I'd think if you were angry at either of us it would be a freak of nature like me, not quite literally the best human I have ever known!”
By this time the alien had released me from his grip and was starring at Nikita with something stronger than curiosity. A sentiment I shared with him. But Nikita wasn't finished. “I seriously cannot understand why you hate him. Hate is reserved for Whites and for the worst of humans. Hank would fit in among White Martians. My word for him translates as 'ignorant, arrogant asshole'. But Whites are...something else. They are Crishnaka-Sareth. Or near enough.”
“You've lived under the Whites?” The alien said in a voice of which I could make nothing.
“I've lived under Hank Henshaw; for more than 15 years. He scared the hell out of me. And if I wasn't so busy being scared of him I'd have laughed in his face. You confuse the hell out of me. And if I wasn't so busy being confused by you, I'd weep for you.” Her voice took on an exasperated edge. “Is there literally any thing else that needs saying?!” Answering her own question, she sat down, tucked her feet behind her and looked away from us.
I looked over at the man, trying to judge if her outburst had hit home. It clearly had done: He was staring with wide, sad eyes. Staring at me. “I was wrong about you. And I'm sorry.”
That's when I finally realized. “You thought I was...her keeper?”
“I thought she was Enkaren and you were keeping her calm and under control.”
“Demios Pah, Tor-ek Nitch-a.”
“WHAT?!” I exclaimed. “Nikita, what the hell was that?”
“She says I've dishonored the name of my ancestor. And she's not wrong.”
“Stop it!” Nikita cried out. The alien stopped in his tracks. He turned to Nikita. “He's done nothing to deserve this. I would think if anything you'd be after me.”
“Are you saying you'd rather die instead?”
“...Yes.” Nikita answered her voice low but distinct. “I would rather be killed than let him die. I'd think if you'd be angry at either of us it would be a freak of nature like me. Not quite literally the best human I have ever known. So if nothing else that would make sense!”
The outburst must have hit home; the alien released me instantly. “There was no need for any of this Sajen. There never was, was there?”
“I...I misread the situation.” The alien said as if he were a schoolboy getting dressed down for misbehaving. A feeling that would only deepen as the conversation continued.
“And that's the worst thing about all of this. All you had to do was ask. I would have told you. Hell you're a Martian you could have read my mind. I would have permitted it! How quickly we become the things we hate and we don't even realize it.” Nikita walked to the far end of the room sat on the floor with her feet crossed in front of her and turned her head away from her host. Displaying a universally recognized 'I don't want to talk to you' attitude.
I looked over at the man, who glanced back at me, silently asking for an interpretation. “She's comparing you to Hank Henshaw. Someone who treated her like an enemy for no reason and literally tortured her in a blind attempt to get her to reveal the truth of her intentions. But there was no truth to be found, because she wasn't lying. She wasn't a danger to anyone. And if Hank had looked at her for 5 seconds and seen anything other than a human-looking alien, he would have seen her for the innocent person she was. It was there for all the world to see and he couldn't accept it. I served under Henshaw during this time. I couldn't understand why he saw her as the enemy. The last interrogation he performed on her proved he actually got off on hurting aliens...even helpless ones like her.”
“And you broke her free.” Realization blanketed the strangers face. Followed quickly by a look of unmitigated shame. “You broke her free from the D.E.O.”
“I couldn't stand by and let her get tortured for information she didn't actually have. For being a thing rather than a person. Most prisoners at the D.E.O absolutely deserve to be there. And some fo them, to our eyes would truly look like freaks of nature. There is no getting around that. But Nikita was no threat, and certainly no apparent monster. The night before, when I asked him why he was so convinced this prisoner was an enemy he promised me that 'tomorrow, that thing will reveal its true intentions'. I shut the machine down and took her out of it. Nikita put hank in the device, but kept it turned off. I expected her to run off into the night but she didn't move. She asked me if I wanted to come with her. She said she wanted me to come but wouldn't ask that of me unless I wanted to. We made our escape together. She is quite right. All you had to do was ask. Force, much less pain was useless.
She actually laughed at Hank for making the exact same assumption.”