How Much Earth Do You Carry In Your Lungs?
The aliens haven’t experimented on him. They’re scared of him and Tommy is glad for it.Almost all.
The Demon, green-silver-mercury; tall, muscled with golden horns is the only one that isn’t. He doesn’t flinch whenever Tommy screams at him through the glass, when he pounds his fist or charges the door with a ducked shoulder and a brace for bruises, but neither does he appreciate it for long. He, at least, is the only one so far to threaten Tommy.It had only been a raised hand—the glass between them protecting Tommy from the violence and protecting the alien from his retaliation—but it was a threat, nonetheless. Unacted upon, because in all the weeks Tommy has been in his possession, he hasn’t made a move to come into his enclosure cell and do anything against him.
But that’s just the point. It’s been, weeks? A month? Nearly two?Tommy knows that the aliens’ patience is going to eventually run out at some point and he’s not keen to find out what will happen next.He’s expecting violence. He’s expecting pain, he’s expecting blood, he’s expecting….
He’s not expecting this.
Or: Humans will pack bond with anything.Part 1