{"id":2702,"date":"2022-06-02T08:24:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-02T08:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mazimai.com\/?p=2702"},"modified":"2022-06-02T08:24:01","modified_gmt":"2022-06-02T08:24:01","slug":"amber-one-chapter-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mazimai.com\/?p=2702","title":{"rendered":"Amber One – Chapter 1"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Chapter 1<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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I lay with my eyes closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel coldness all around me, a coldness I have never felt or wanted to ever again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am laid on a hard surface, which makes my bones ache.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I try to remember where I am or the least what happened last night whilst still keeping my eyes firmly closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I see through my eyelids that it is bright and I’m not in the mood to be blinded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My head hurts like I have been drinking all week.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know opening my eyes to the bright like would most likely make me lose my stomach and I want to keep that from happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can\u2019t seem to remember leaving the lab.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I quickly remember the lock down and blackness and nothing after that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now here I am on a cold hard surface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A thought quickly runs through my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The morgue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Crap, it all made sense suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I not dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do they think I am?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were they going to bury me alive?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hear footsteps and know I have no choice but to open my eyes if I don\u2019t want to cut open or buried alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is a strange noise echoing though the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sit myself up and rub my eyes, ready to open them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I open my eyes, but quickly close them again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The light is brighter than I expected. But I have to try again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slowly open and close my eyes, until they have adjusted to the light. I look out of where I am sat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am not on a morgue slab like I first thought. I am in something that wouldn\u2019t looked out of place in a Star Trek episode.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I think about it, it looks like a future style coffin or cryogenic unit or something, but that\u2019s enough of my nonsense thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have to figure out where I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I look up, I am definitely not in a morgue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, not any kind of morgue I have seen anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The room is completely empty other than the object I am in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The walls are all silver with small signs of rust in places.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I didn\u2019t know any better I would think I am in some kind of storage hold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel as though I was being watched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I search the room again with my eyes, making sure not the miss anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I crane my neck awkwardly to look behind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I notice something or someone out of the corner of my eye, but I would have to either speak to the person or get up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wasn\u2019t sure if I could do either at this moment, but I have to try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I try to speak but all that came out sounded more like a hiccup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I decide to clear my throat and try again. This time I manage to speak, but it sounds more like baby talk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Total nonsense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I guess I have no choice but to try and stand,\u2019 I think to myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At least my voice works in my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The object I am in has high sides, so I would have to stand up inside first before getting out. If this is not a coffin this is a design floor I should probably speak to them about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I place my hands on the side and push myself up until I am on my knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Hurrah! Half way and still up right,\u2019 I cheer myself on internally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am starting to get annoyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Surely the person in the room could see me moving. Why aren\u2019t they helping me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a few seconds and I have pushed myself the rest of the way to my feet and stand up straight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I give myself praise, but now it is time for the hard part. I have no idea how I am going to do this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lean forward and place one hand on the edge again, but this time I also try to throw my leg over the edge too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea,\u2019 I repeat in my head over and over as I do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I should have listened, because as soon as my leg got on the other side I lost my footing and began to fall forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I quickly move my arms up to my face for protection, close my eyes and grit my teeth and prepare for the pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Counting as a way of distracting myself. \u2018One, two, three, and four\u2026.\u2019 I stop when I realize it is taking way too long, I should have hit it already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I open my eyes slowly and notice not only am I not on the floor, but I have come to stop mid-air and something is holding me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I glance back, it isn\u2019t something but someone who is holding me in place. I can only see their body, I can\u2019t crane my neck enough to see their face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But by what I can see, I am pretty sure it is a male.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I decide to try and speak again \u201cTh\u2026 Thank you,\u201d I manage to say, much too my joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCayam ee ya?\u201d A male voice coming from above me says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Just great, just my luck!\u2019 I think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was never any good at foreign languages in school, but I am pretty sure that is no language I have ever heard before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I find his hands with mine and indicate to place me down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He seems to understand and does as I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After being placed on my feet I dust myself off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I look from the feet upwards at the man who is now in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He appears to be wearing a one piece style suit of which I have never seen before – similar to a jumpsuit or a onesie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He is dressed completely dark silver which is made out of a shinny material.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On his feet are matching boots in even darker silver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Having made it all the way up to his neck and still not seen his face, I inhale a deep breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I make it up to my saviour\u2019s face and am shocked by what I see\u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stare mouth a jar at the man in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This man is hotness its self.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He has model good looks, with plump pink but masculine lips, almost deathly white skin, piercing eyes the strangest colour of gold and mid-length jet black hair which seems to lie perfectly in place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But that isn\u2019t all, there is something I can\u2019t quite put my finger on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before long I realize I am staring at him and him at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I straighten myself up and clear my throat before talking again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUm\u2026Hello\u2026\u201d I nervously say, trying my best not to stutter. \u201cWhere exactly am I?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man watches me closely as I speak, but keeps his face expressionless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wait for a reply for what seems like forever, but it never comes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through pressed lips and gritted teeth, \u201cNot only have I woken up God knows where, but now the only person here doesn\u2019t seem to want to communicate with me!\u201d I mumble to myself under my breath, looking off to the side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I let out a long sigh and start to walk around the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I notice from the corner of my eye the man following me with his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I walk up to a strange looking alcove and randomly start pressing buttons, not caring what will happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a flash \u2018Jet\u2019 as I have decided to call him because of his hair – or at least until I find out his real name – appears beside me and pulls my hand away stopping me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He has a slight panicked look in his eyes as he checks to see what I have done. But soon sighs, I guess finding nothing wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tapping my foot, I glare at Jet and purse my lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He releases my arm which he has only just noticed he is still holding, leaving the beginnings of a bruise in its place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He notices this and looks from my face to my arm and back as if to say \u2018What is that?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I roll my eyes, \u201cWell, if you are going to go around yanking on my arm what you expect!\u201d I exclaim annoyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jet runs a finger over the spot causing me to wince.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYan nar,\u201d He tells me in the foreign language and looks into my eyes with sorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m guessing that means sorry,\u201d I say harshly looking him in the face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sigh, \u201cIt\u2019s okay, just don\u2019t do it again,\u201d I say more slowly this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He seems to understand me. He nods his head before walking away and motioning for me to follow him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stare at him, not sure whether to follow this strange but beautiful man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But having little to no choice I do as told and follow his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stops in front of a seemingly normal wall and places his hand on a small square shaped screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watch interested as the screen scans his hand and beeps. \u201cChibur,\u201d Jet talks into the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watch in amazement as the wall opens up revealing a corridor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jet turns to me and sees my expression, which seems to amuse him. For the first he gives me a big open lip smile, showing me all his teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t get me wrong, his smile only makes him more handsome, but his teeth\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, they aren’t rotten nor are they broken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They are porcelain white and in perfect shape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stared wide eyed at his teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From what I can see the molar are the same as mine, the premolars similar but with a slight point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But both his canines and incisors were deadly pointed and look like they could easily rip through my arm if needed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His smile drops and he places a hand on my shoulder after noticing my shocked expression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am still watching his mouth closely when he speaks to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKi ham yer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Call me a wimp but what I see next scares me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he opens and closes his mouth I see this tongue move to pronounce the words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He has two tongues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not one split in half like a snake or one of those crazy people who decide to have it surgically altered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, he literally has two tongues, from what I can see – which isn\u2019t much – it looks as though one is on the bottom – like normal – but there is also a second hidden in the roof of his mouth, but visible when he speaks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy\u2026 What are you?\u201d I say scared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Being in the industry I am, I half want the walk up to him and open his mouth with my hands to see what is inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the rational part of me just wants to run away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He takes a step closer to me and put his hand out, but I side step him and shoot for the newly opened door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I only get several feet before I am caught in his grasp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jet turns me around to face him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tear quickly start to fall as panic takes over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease let me go,\u201d I beg in tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looks at me worried and touches my cheek, catching a tear on his finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pulls his hand away and examines the drop with his eyes, before bringing it up to his nose and smelling it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still shocked, panicked and crying, I watch as Jet places his finger into his mouth and tastes my tear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pulls the finger back out and smiles at me again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t freak out,\u201d I repeat to myself quietly, as he leans in closer to my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My body stiffens as he runs both of his tongues down either side of my face collecting the tears before pulling away and licking his lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I wasn\u2019t scared before I am now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All I can think is \u2018God, he is tasting me! He is going to eat me.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Starting to panic, I begin to hyperventilate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feeling Jet\u2019s arms move around me, I close my eyes and try to calm myself, with no such luck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t notice anything else around me as I start to feel light headed and fall to my knees before passing out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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