The Bovine Connection (48 page)

Angelica turned around and looked at the tank with Dr. Wallace’s pale, nude body exposing the thick purple veins protruding from her skin. “Why?” Angelica made eye contact with Dr. Bishop as she turned back around. “I don’t… I don’t…” Angelica stuttered and dropped her head. “… Understand,” she mumbled.

Michael looked at Francis and Francis nodded his head. “My uncle will let you live. And you won’t remember any of this, I promise. Baby, I am not the bad man you think I am.” He spoke softly.

Angelica straightened up in the chair and looked at Michael. “If the ETs destroyed your family’s lives, why are you working with them?”

Michael pursed his lips and tilted his head to rub his eyebrow. “I don’t know what you are talking about. We are not working with the greys.”

“What about the hybrid race they are creating? Are you just going to kill all of those innocent beings?”

Michael nodded with tight lips. “You know, Angelica, you have a child there,” his eyes were cold.

Angelica went numb. “My son!” she gasped. “It’s true,” she moaned. Angelica felt sick. “What have they done? They are innocent! They didn’t have a choice in the matter,” she shouted.

“Yes, you make a good argument, however they have ET DNA and over time will become like the others. They will believe they are superior to us and there is no telling what they will do down the road.” Michael smirked. Angelica covered her face with her hands.

“All right, enough of the sweet talk; you need to decide what you want to do, Ms. Bradley. Go back with my nephew and leave everything you’ve seen behind you, or…” Francis had stepped back over to the two of them. Angelica glanced over at John Kaye, who appeared uninterested and restless.

Angelica sighed. “You can’t destroy Eplar.” Angelica thought for a second and looked at Francis. Francis chuckled. “Michael you’re going to have your hands full with this one.”

Michael looked sypathetically at Angelica. Angelica looked over to Dr. Bishop, observing his eyes. He had an odd look.

“You can’t destroy that planet and the people. It’s not right!” Her voice shook.

Michael raised both hands to the top of his head and grabbed two hands full of his black hair. “Hybrids! You stubborn woman! They are fucking hybrids! Not people!”

Francis looked at John Kaye while shaking his head back and forth. Francis couldn’t resist, in frustration he yelled out… “Make a decision!”

Angelica looked up directly into Michael’s eyes and said, “No!” she lowered her head and waited for the repercussions she expected to follow.

Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe. “You are a fucking stubborn woman. Well, I’ll make it for you. You will never remember any of this, baby. You will have a new life with me.”

Angelica looked back up and her eyes widened when she saw the needle; she started trembling. “You’re sick,” she moaned.

Dr. Bishop was struggling to get up and out of the grip of the guard holding him down. He was mumbling loudly through the blood-soaked cloth gagging his mouth.

“I don’t want to lose you, baby, and I don’t plan to,” Michael said as he stepped toward her.

Angelica’s eyes watered. The tears started to drop rapidly down her cheeks again.

“Now baby, please don’t do that, don’t cry. You know you carved a way into my heart. I didn’t intentionally set out to fall in love with you, but you know we’re meant to be together.”

Angelica couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Don’t call me baby. You are crazy.” she whispered.

Her eyes heavy with pain turned fierce. Angelica had stopped crying. She had become mad. “No!”

Michael dropped his head. “The last thing I wanted to do is hurt you. I asked you to walk away from all of this, but you’re so fucking stubborn.” He laughed sarcastically. “You broke into my uncle’s facility and used the chamber. I never thought you’d go that far. What were you thinking? Damn!” he yelled.

“Please don’t hurt me… My mother, my life… You can’t just strip that from me!”

Michael narrowed his eyes as he moved closer and held up the syringe.

“Michael, please don’t! Think about my mother and your mother. My mother is alive and she needs me.” Angelica lowered her head to notice the tears had soaked into her clothing.

Michael looked away. He was clearly struggling emotionally. He shook his head and yelled. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! His voice softened. “Don’t you see, Angelica, Francis will not let you live otherwise.  This is your only option.”

Francis walked over and jerked the syringe from Michael’s hand. “I’ll do it for you!”

Michael flung around and launched at Francis, knocking him down, bumping into Angelica forcefully, and causing her chair to flip backward, and knocking her unconscious.

When Michael rose up, he felt an odd sensation in his chest. Looking down slowly, he saw the needle stuck below his collarbone. Michael yelled out at Francis. “What have you done?” Michael glanced up and made eye contact with Francis. Francis’s mouth fell open, his face turned ashen as he stepped back. At that moment, Michael knew Francis had changed the solution in the syringe. “What have you done?” Michael looked at Francis, bewildered.

Francis’s shook his head. “You didn’t think I’d really let her live, did you? You had to go and fall in love.” Francis turned to walk away.

The guard had started toward Francis and Michael, allowing Dr. Bishop a split second opportunity to leap forcefully up from the chair and pull his hands free. He ran over tackling Francis from behind, knocking him to the ground. Michael was dizzy and going in and out of consciousness, swaying back and forth.

John Kaye jumped up and shouted at the guard, who had already rushed at Dr. Bishop and began hitting him in the back of the head with his fist. Francis managed to stand up. Dr. Bishop swung around and grabbed the guard’s gun from his holster. As he did, Francis was knocked backward landing against the tank containing Dr. Wallace’s nude body, knocking it back against the wall, causing the glass to crack, and green liquid to explode everywhere. Dr. Wallace’s body slid out and landed on top of Francis, pinning him down.

As the men were struggling with the gun, Francis managed to get up from under Dr. Wallace by sliding her limp body off of him.

There was a gunshot. Dr. Bishop and the guard suddenly stopped and stepped away from each other, both looking down, examining their own bodies. Dr. Bishop took another step back as the guard dropped dead. Wild-eyed with the gun in his hand, Dr. Bishop turned to Francis who had flung his hands into the air. “Wait a minute, now… you don’t want to do that!”

Dr. Bishop surveyed him with a look of primordial rage. Dr. Bishop had gone mad. He had become an untamed animal in the wild. “Yes, I do,” he pulled the trigger shooting Francis in his Adams apple. Francis’s eyes widened as he grabbed his neck with both hands. The dark crimson blood flowed between his fingers as he slowly dropped to the floor.

Dr. Bishop gazed around wild-eyed and continued to survey the room. He was in a zone from the rush of adrenalin pumping through his blood.

John Kaye was hiding behind a cabinet. Dr. Bishop caught a glimpse of his shoe. He walked toward him with rage in his eyes. John was shaking and lifted his hand. Dr. Bishop closed his eyes and shot the gun through John’s hand and into his head.

Soaked in blood, wild-eyed, he turned to see Michael lying beside Angelica’s body with one hand against her cheek, his eyes wide open as if he were still staring at her.

“Angelica!” he mumbled as he slowly stammered toward them.

Dr. Bishop glanced over to Angelica’s lifeless body and blood splattered blonde hair. His heart was racing. He knelt down onto one knee and pushed her blonde hair from her face. As he looked down at her peaceful expression, he slowly began to come down off of his adrenaline rage.

The door opened behind him and he flung around. The tall, majestic human-like being they had passed in the hallway was standing at the doorway. Dr. Bishop slowly lifted the gun and pointed it at him. The being raised his large hand with his palm flat, and the trigger jammed as Dr. Bishop pulled it. He clicked it over and over as the being walked toward him, and then he was paralyzed, unable to move.

As the angelic looking being stepped up beside Dr. Bishop, he leaned down over Angelica, causing Dr. Bishop to flinch and drop back onto his hands. In his head he heard the words, “I will not harm you. I am Tyruk. I will take you home.” Dr. Bishop watched curiously as the being put his hand on Angelica’s chest. Dr. Bishop heard the words, “She will live.”

Dr. Bishop peered at him, mesmerized as he watched the being stand up and walk away.

Angelica slowly opened her eyes. Dr. Bishop was leaning over her, covered in blood, but smiling in amazement.

“Marc!” she said in disbelief. Tears began to stream down the corners of her eyes. She could feel their coolness running along her ears. “I have a son,” Angelica whispered.

Dr. Bishop leaned in closer. “It’s time to go home.”

He reached his arms under Angelica’s back and helped her off of the floor. Her hair was stiff with dried blood. She looked down and saw Michael lying with the syringe protruding from his upper chest. Dr. Bishop squeezed her tightly as she lowered her chin. Physical and emotional pain seized her body.

Dr. Bishop tugged at Angelica. She looked away and stepped with his help around the dead bodies and heavy pools of blood mixed with the liquid from the tank. Angelica looked up at Dr. Bishop’s face as he glanced down at her. They didn’t have to say a word. She knew he had saved her life.

While still holding on to Angelica, Dr. Bishop managed to push the door open. He cautiously peered out into the hall. “This way.”

Angelica looked concerned, but she trusted him, so she leaned into him as they walked toward a door cracked open, allowing natural light into the hallway.

Dr. Bishop pushed the door open as they stepped outside and onto a paved landing area where there was a strange, saucer-shaped craft, silver and narrow, about thirty-six feet in diameter. The craft had a round center and a circular, tube-like structure extended out and around it.

Angelica looked at Dr. Bishop, surprised. He was looking intently at the craft. When Angelica looked back, the human-like being with long white hair was stoically standing beside it.

Dr. Bishop took Angelica’s hand tightly. He then looked at her and smiled sincerely before leading her to the craft. Angelica felt clumsy. The drugs still lingered in her blood, and she had a lump the size of a golf ball on the back of her head.

When Dr. Bishop and Angelica stepped up to the craft… the being came over to Angelica. She glared into his pale blue eyes, appearing childlike and frail, but she was not afraid of him. She felt peaceful and safe in his presence.

Dr. Bishop said nonchalantly, “Angelica, this is Tyruk. He will be taking us home.”

Angelica looked down, then up and into Tyruk’s eyes. “Where is my son?” Angelica felt a pinch of pain in her heart.

Tyruk’s mouth never moved but his voice was stern, yet soft in her head -- his majestic blue eyes, sincere as they penetrated her eyes. “He is with his own kind.”

Angelica dropped her head feeling lost. “Why did they create him?” she managed to utter through the tears.

Tyruk’s eyes met Dr. Bishop’s eyes before gazing at Angelica. Dr. Bishop appeared curious. “To teach him about love. The grey race no longer has the capacity to feel emotions, such as that of a mother and child. These children are their attempt to breed it back into their DNA. He is well taken care of there. Your DNA is changing, Angelica. A new race of humans are evolving and will play a role in Earth’s future. And after Earth has cleansed itself, your kind will lead the others. You will see your son again.” Angelica smiled and nodded as she began to weep.

The being stepped up through the opening in the middle underneath the craft.

Dr. Bishop slid his hand across Angelica’s back and slightly pushed for her to go next. She turned to Dr. Bishop, apprehensive, and then walked over. As Angelica entered the craft, she lifted her hand and felt the large lump on the back of her head. Dr. Bishop looked back at the pyramid in the distance and then turned around and followed Angelica into the craft.

Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound and the craft disappeared into the blue sky.

A
ngelica turned onto her back and stretched her arms while opening her eyes to see she was in her bedroom. Her eyes popped wide open as she shot straight up, scrambling to gather her thoughts.

Angelica happened to glance down and notice a large, powdery, light pink peony on the bed beside her. She frowned, confused for a moment, but then remembered the dream she had on the plane of Gail in her garden. She lifted the flower and smelled its pleasant fragrance before placing it on her bedside table and rising up. Angelica noticed a few of the soft pink petals scattered on her white linen sheets as she turned and planted her feet on the floor. 

Standing nude by her bed, she closed her eyes and welcomed the fresh familiar scent of her room. She walked into the bathroom and straight to the mirror to look at her face. It was clean; no blood and the wound on her lip had vanished. She quickly ran her hand across the back of her head. The lump was gone.
“Was it a dream?”
she wondered.