Reimagining Bloodchild From the Perspective of Lomas
When I awoke, I saw a Tlic and a fellow Terran hovering over me. I looked around to see I was laying on the floor of what appeared to be their home. For a moment, I wrongfully believed everything would be okay. That is, until the Tlic turns to the Terran boy and says, "Go out and slaughter an animal at least half your size." Immediately, my body began to fill with panic. I hadn't quite regained full control over my body from falling unconscious, but between being laid out on the floor, the increasingly painful movements in my stomach, and the Tlics demand for an animal’s slaughter I was able to piece together they needed meat for the grubs they were likely about to rip out of my intestines. I laid there in shock, hearing the urgency swell in the Tlic’s voice but not the words themselves. I watched as the boy grabbed a rifle from what seemed to be the kitchen as I started to regain some control over my body, though I knew that would only make the process harder. I prayed t...