"Humans will destroy us. So we must act and act quickly. Destroy them first."
- The Elders
I really have no idea what year it is. Only that it has been a long time since we have been hunted down and captured. And now? Humans are no more. They are extinct. Dead. Gone. I'm the last one left. It's just me. There's no hope for my people now. I'm a prisoner of the aliens. The Gonrite race. They are these... Well, they are big giant bats really. There's not another way to describe them.
Or so I've heard. Stories from the time before the extermination tell of small creatures called bats that look like these Gonrites. I suppose it must be true. All I know is that they are large, with great big wings. Most are either black or brown in color, but a few are red.
They don't speak the same language as me. They cannot physically. Their mouths are not shaped right. Rather they chitter-chatter and screech. I have listened to them since I was a child so I can understand their language even if I cannot speak it. I believe it is the same for them. However if they want to tell me something, they use a box that speaks my language. Handy little thing that.
They keep me in a small cave. It had lights and a bed, but not much else. I'm not allowed many things. When I was little, after the last human died, I tried to harm my captors. They didn't like that. They broke my arms in punishment a few times. You can see the marks still if you look closely.
They sometimes take me out of the caves. But not into their cities. I have only seen those one, when I tried to run. They were deep in the heart of the planet. Metal carved into rock to make buildings and cities. There was almost no light, for the Gonrite people need no light to see, since they are almost blind and reply on sound to navigate. But sometimes even they want a soft red light. I don't know the reason for it. Probably never will.
The outside of the caves is untouched. As far as I can tell they use the surface for hunting only. Or to let their captive feel the sun. For they learned early on that without sunlight humans would not survive. My mother had told me once that it also played another purpose. To give the humans false hope. For without hope humans would also die, having no reason to live.
I have no hope for escape. Where would I go? I'm the last of a once great species. I have no friends, family, or allies. No, there is no reason to run. So perhaps you want to know my reason for living. It's simple really. One day I plan on killing the Gonrites for what they have done to me and mine. They will know my anger and my hatred. This is why I continue to live.
Natasha awoke from a nightmare filled sleep. It was always the same dream. A dream of being taken away by clawed hands into the darkness, never to see the light of day again, and to die. Natasha truly no longer considered the dream a nightmare. Not anymore. Now, it was more of a reflection of truth. One day she will be taken and she will be killed. Just like all the others.
Natasha rubbed her face to wake up. There was no light on yet, but that didn't bother her. She knew what time it was always. It was a gift honed by years of dedication. She could tell time more accurately than the Gonrites, or so she like to think. On the surface the sun wouldn't be up for hours more. Or you could say, the sun had just set. The Gonrite people awoke with the setting sun, even down here in their caves where no light could touch them unless they wished it.
Soon her guard would change out. She would need to be clean and dressed before that happened. Most of the time they left her here alone. But if they decided no to, she better be ready or she'd be punished. Punishment from a Gonrite was never anything to look forwards to. So she got up, made her bed, washed in a quasi-artificial pond, and got dressed.
After that it was just a waiting game. Which would come first? Daytime and sleep. Or one of the Gonrites to take her away forever.