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Authors: Eve Langlais

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Heroic Abduction

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Heroic Abduction

By

Eve Langlais

 

(Alien Abduction, Book #5)

 

Copyright and Disclaimer

Copyright © April 2014, Eve Langlais

Cover Art by Amanda Kelsey © April 2014

Edited by Devin Govaere

Copy Edited by Amanda L. Pederick

Produced in Canada

 

Published by Eve Langlais

1606 Main Street, PO Box 151

Stittsville, Ontario, Canada, K2S1A3

http://www.EveLanglais.com

 

ISBN: 978–1–927459– 49 - 2

 

Heroic Abduction
is a work of fiction and the characters, events and dialogue found within the story are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, either living or deceased, is completely coincidental.

 

No part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to digital copying, file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without permission in writing from the author.

Table of Contents

 

Heroic Abduction

Copyright and Disclaimer

Table of Contents

Description

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Epilogue

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Author Biography

 

Description

He’s determined to rescue her, whether she likes it or not.

 

Bucking family tradition, Dyre is determined to become his planet’s first hero, even if it breaks his mother’s heart. He sets out on numerous quests to bring justice to the universe. However, his altruism never seems to turn out quite as expected. Who knew doing the right thing was so hard?

In between saving those who don’t want his help—and the chaos that follows—he rescues a damsel in distress. She doesn’t appreciate his heroic abduction, and even worse, once Dyre gets to know the outspoken human, he entertains less-than-noble thoughts about ravishing her.

It takes only a couple of comical mishaps, some hot kisses, and danger for Dyre and Betty to discover their happily ever after—and thank the stars for a heroine who ends up saving this hero, and the galaxy, from his chivalrous side.

Prologue

“Every mercenary should have a distinctive title – usually with the word Greatest.” –
A Mercenary’s Guide to Prosperity

“Heroes require no recognition.” –
The Unofficial Guide to Heroism

 

“Kill it. Kill it. Kill it,” his cousins and friends chanted, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, but Dyre held off. He’d already shown himself the more skilled combatant, the tip of his blade at his opponent’s throat only requiring the slightest bit of pressure to end the poor unfortunate’s life. The creature his trainers paired him against in the ring was grievously wounded. Its black, pupil-less eyes, pled for mercy.

I’ve already won.
What purpose would striking a killing blow serve?

“Victory is mine. No need for death today,” he grandly announced, pulling back the point of his sword. Those watching groaned with disappointment. The alien’s lips peeled back in a grimace of thanks, which showed quite a few razor-sharp teeth.

Doing the merciful thing felt so good. Dyre swelled with pride. The mercenary way wasn’t the only route for a warrior, and applying a final thrust to one already defeated wasn’t the only answer.

He’d proven his prowess and beaten his foe. And now, he would celebrate the day’s hard work with food and drink—while ignoring the taunts of those who called him weak because he chose to show clemency. Personally, he thought it took greater strength to not give in to the adrenaline and bloodlust, as well as the peer pressure.

Hmm, I see I still need to work on my modesty.
The path of good was a constant battle, especially since it went against his natural-born inclinations.

With a final salute to the jeering crowd and the one he spared, Dyre pivoted on a heel and strode toward the doorway leading to the cleansing units. A furtive whisper and a single uttered, “Dibs on his locker” were the only warning something was amiss.

Dyre whirled, blade in hand, slashing before he’d completed his turn, ripping across the guts of the creature he’d spared. For a moment, chagrin beset him.
I can’t believe I killed it when it probably just wanted to hug me in thanks.

Or not.

The knife it held in a clawed hand spoke more of an attempt to slit his throat than a congratulatory embrace. So much for his act of mercy.

“Why is being a hero so frukxing hard?” he muttered.

A question he would often ask in the galactic revolutions that followed. An utterance that would earn him more than one beating from his parents who couldn’t understand why he refused to be like all the other boys, stealing and murdering. His lonely quest to lead the life of a good and noble hero generated scorn from everyone around him and banishment from his father, which in the end, suited him just fine.

Many tales of heroes—from books smuggled in from other planets where such a rare thing existed—spoke of the lonely, wandering warrior offering his services for the benefit of all. Battling forces of evil. Saving the downtrodden. Rescuing fair maidens.

Now if only the damned downtrodden and maidens would stop forcing him to kill them when he did them a favor.

Chapter One

“If it hurts, don’t do it.”
– A Mercenary’s Guide to Prosperity

“A proper hero should suffer without complaint.” –
The Unofficial Guide to Heroism

 

Clambering the steep and rocky hillside took a little effort and caused Dyre to sweat something fierce under the three hot suns. But he didn’t allow petty things such as his own comfort to stand in his way of doing the right thing. A hero should always suffer when on a proper quest, or so his informal rules, which he’d created, stated.

Reaching the top, he stood on the plateau that stretched along the mountainous ridge as far as the eyes could see. Only this section of the promontory remained clear, the rest of the lofty spine covered in thick foliage, which hid untold dangers for the unwary. Or, as he liked to call it, fun-filled exercise.

However, entertainment wasn’t his goal today. Today, he was on a mission, a rescue one. For once, his intel proved accurate. His target was exactly where the denizens of the bar said she would be, captive and awaiting her fate. A brave female, he noted, because even though she saw him, she did not cry out for aid.

Lucky for her, he’d arrived in time.

Striking a heroic pose—which meant a hand on his sword and the other upraised for emphasis—he uttered the speech he’d honed over the past few years. “Fear not, damsel in distress. I am here to save you.” Overcome with gratitude, she gaped at him in silence.

Brandishing a gleaming blade in one hand and a laser pistol in the other, Dyre placed himself before the captive female and waited to face danger. Excitement coursed through his veins, and anticipation gave him strength. How he enjoyed these types of quests. Of course, he didn’t accomplish his tasks just for the rush. He was here because protecting the female was the right thing to do, the noble thing—and screw his family’s disapproval.

Back on his home world, the general consensus was anyone stupid enough to volunteer to be sacrificed deserved whatever painful death they’d agreed to—and all of their belongings were considered easy plunder.

Dyre didn’t agree. How could he allow this virginal maiden, with her half dozen eyes, four tentacles, and slavering tusks, to face death just because of some archaic custom of her people?

I can’t!
No self-respecting hero would. He would save her from herself and her village, not to mention the massive beast stomping its way toward them through the teal-hued jungle rife with vines, thorns, and other nasty surprises. He knew this because during his first foray, he’d attempted to hack his way through it to find the beast’s lair only to give up as the toxins on some of the shrubs gave him a chafing rash.

Better to face the creature on a battlefield with fewer distractions—and an admiring audience. Hand steady on his sword, Dyre prepared to face the beast, away from the dangerous plant life.

“Get out of the way, you purple idiot,” the tethered damsel hissed. “You’re screwing with the plan.”

The terrified female thought to spare him. How kind. “Fear not for me. I am pleased to offer my services even at the risk of my own life.” As if that would happen. He was more than decent with a blade, and an even better shot with his pistol. But his humbleness still needed work. “Just so you know, there is no shame in asking for help, or accepting it. I know it’s not easy breaking tradition and forging your own path and destiny. I, too, have faced the adverse consequences of my actions as I strive to do good instead of following in the steps of my family.”

“But I don’t want your help.” The voice warbled oddly.

Dyre shot a glance behind him at the irate female alien, who huffed and puffed in her tethers, the outlines of her shape wavering. A symptom of her fear? Perhaps. He admittedly didn’t know much about her kind. He’d landed on the planet to refuel when he heard of the barbaric ritual about to take place. In proper hero fashion, he rushed off to save the day. Speed was of the essence, especially when he heard the rumors.

Sacrificing a virgin to some kind of jungle beast so that the village inhabitants would have a full galactic revolution of good luck? Even if Dyre had followed his family’s tradition of being a murdering mercenary, he would have thought the concept unenlightened. If this were his world, any warrior with any mettle would kill the monster, save the virgin, and then debauch her as his prize.

While Dyre agreed with the first two creeds, as a hero, he would forgo the whole ravishing aspect—more because he feared coming to harm given their species weren’t exactly compatible.

Back in the bar, when he mentioned his plan aloud to save the female from the folly of her people, all of the bar patrons mocked him. Probably because they feared the ferocious beast. Dyre, though, had the courage needed to save the day.

Finding the location of the sacrifice wasn’t hard, tall peak, two poles with a few shackles, oh and the most telling evidence, the not-so-fair maiden tied up and awaiting her fate.

But would it kill her to show a little gratitude?

Good thing he hadn’t become a hero for the thanks. It was amazing how many people cursed him and tried to kill him when he saved them from themselves. Some even attacked him at the cost of their lives. More than one planet had banned his presence after a gallant deed. But he didn’t let their ungratefulness deter him from his path.
It is my duty to save them, whether they like it or not.

The noise of crashing and cracking tree limbs drew closer. Dyre braced himself. The female huffed and muttered something about stupid idiotic males. He ignored her as he mentally prepared himself—and wondered at his sanity as the beast appeared.

Towering over him by at least a dozen or more hand spans, the ugly creature was covered in a layer of matted russet fur striped with black. Long tusks extended past its elongated jaw while the tips of its two-fingered hands, or was it more accurate to say paws, bore wicked black claws.

Each tread caused a tremble underfoot, but it was its stench that truly made a person stagger. It seemed bathing wasn’t one of its cultural habits.

Something else Dyre had discovered on his self-made path? Questing was dirty, smelly work.

“You may want to look away, fair damsel, while I dispatch the wicked beast,” he announced with a wave of his sword. The sun caught its bright polished edge and caused it to flash.

“I’d prefer to watch while it tears out your entrails and slurps them like noodles,” she muttered.

Not at all daunted by her lack of faith—
she’ll soon see how well I wield my sword, my metal one at any rate—
Dyre sprang into action. He ran at the creature, which surprised it. The massive furball stumbled to a halt and cocked its head.

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