This is a random scene from Tomorrow's Bones; a scene from much later in the book. I haven't even gotten to this point yet. I only wrote this because it was what came to mind for a challenge I'm partaking in for the Holy Worlds blog. Included is a link to the picture that I chose to write my scene in for the challenge. Enjoy!
Morning was beginning to awaken, leaving the jungle awash in dim gold. Even through the glass windows of the starship, one could hear strange creatures chittering and roaring somewhere in the thick undergrowth.
Skye sat in a metal chair in the hallway, her shoulders hunched as she stared dazedly out the windows. She shivered; despite the fact that she had her blue jacket on, it felt as though her very bones had been turned to ice.
Footsteps echoed down the hall to her right, and her eyes flicked in that direction to see who was coming. It was the tall and sturdily-built man who had locked her in a cell the night before.
He stopped in front of her and regarded her with eyes as emotionless as his face. “Good morning. I see Mr. Sonoda let you out of your cell like I told him to.”
Skye said nothing. She lowered her gaze, fixing her eyes on the cool metallic floor beneath her. A silence fell, so cold and stifling it made her head throb. Finally, unable to stand the noiselessness any longer, she burst out, “Who are you? Where are we, and why are we here?”
The man studied her for a moment. After a few moments, he responded, “We are on Azgon II. No doubt you felt the starship stop here last night. As for why we are here… well, a colleague of mine has captured someone; a friend of yours, I believe. He’s bringing them on board right now. I simply thought it would be nice to let you see a familiar face.”
Before Skye could completely get her thoughts in order, the man came forward and knelt down in front of her. She bit back a gasp, and shrank back as far as the metal wall behind her would allow.
Without saying a word of either comfort or intimidation, the man unlocked the restraints secured around her wrists. “There you are. There’s no need for those right now.”
Skye rubbed at her sore wrists, still trying to keep as far away as possible from the man who had kidnapped her.
He straightened up and stepped back. “Come on. Let’s go meet our friends, shall we?”
A rebellious side of Skye considered staying right where she was. Her sensible side, however, told her that she would rather walk on her own than be dragged down the corridor by this stranger. She stood up with unsteady legs, and slowly followed the man down the winding hallway.
After several minutes of walking, Skye’s mind began to wander. Where was she going? And exactly which ‘friend’ had this man spoken of? Was it a ploy to get her to follow him somewhere else without fighting, or was someone she knew actually on board?
The man stopped abruptly, so sudden that Skye crashed into him. She stumbled backwards, trembling.
He glanced back. “Well, there you are.” He stepped sideways so that she could see down the hallway in front of him.
Skye froze, and her heart froze along with her for a split second before speeding up. There, standing at the end of the hallway, being watched by two guards, was Anden.
“Andy!” Skye exclaimed. Before her mind could catch up to her body, she was running down the hall. She threw herself into his arms, and he laughed a little, spinning her around in a circle before carefully setting her down.
“Hey, little sunbeam,” he said. His face was drawn and haggard, but a smile lit up his eyes. “Are you okay? They haven’t hurt you, have they?”
“No, they haven’t,” Skye replied breathlessly. Tears of relief suddenly stung at her eyes, and she blinked them back. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was… I’m so scared.”
“Awww…” Anden put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. I know—” He stopped short, staring at someone behind Skye.
She turned around, leaning against Anden and hiding beneath his arm for protection. The person who had caught his attention was the same man who had brought Skye there.
“You.” Anden’s voice was quiet. Quiet but steely.
“Yes, I suppose it is me, isn’t it?” the man said. “And I remember you as well. You were the navigator I knocked over the head, weren’t you? My, it’s been a long time.”
“Andy?” Skye whispered. “What’s going on?”
Anden drew in a deep breath, steadying himself. Then he looked down at her, keeping his arm protectively around her shoulder. “Skye…” He trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words as he looked into her eyes.
Then he lifted his head again, fixing his gaze on the man again. “Who did you think you were, huh? Stowing away on the Fate—”
“It was a means to an end. I wanted to get to Calderano. In order to do that, I had to stow away.” The man shrugged. “It’s really quite simple.”
Skye listened with increasing horror as first her father’s starship and then her father himself was mentioned.
“Why did you kill him?” Anden snapped. “You took away the greatest friend I had on any world, and more than that…” He stuttered for a second, trying to choose the right words. “More than that, you took this girl’s father away from her! Why? What was the point of it all?”
The man shrugged nonchalantly. “I have my reasons. And none of them concern you.”
“Stop beating around the bush and give me some straight answers!” Anden demanded, taking a short step forward. “Or I—”
The man tilted his head back slightly, regarding Anden with a pale gaze. “Stop right there, sir. If you come any closer, I just might have to have one of my colleagues do something to that young lady you’re so protective of. And considering her father asked you to watch over her, I don’t think you’d want that, would you?”
Skye swallowed hard, trembling. “Anden?” she whispered. “How does he know what Dad asked you to do?”
“Shh…” Anden murmured. Without taking his eyes off of the man, he reached one arm back and took Skye’s hand in his. “Everything is going to be okay, Skye. I promise.”