Wednesday, April 7, 2010

A is for Abduction

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So, I've decided to take part in the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge.
And even though I'm starting a bit late, I'm trying to catch up. So, for A, I decided to Abduction. And to practice my sci-fi skills (which I need, you'll see why later...), I've decided to write about Alien Abduction. Oooo... scary....

I woke with a start. I felt a sharp sensation on my arm. I tried to open my eyes to see what it was, but they were already open. Why can't I see? I thought, worried. I tried lifting my arm. It felt like it was about to be ripped off from its socket. I stopped. Tried to calm down. But that wasn't working very well. I opened my mouth, but no noise came out. Fear engulfed me. What was happening? Where am I? Why am I here? These questions ran through my mind. I was too scared to focus on any one question or answer. A crash! rang in my ears, sharp and piercing. It felt like nails on a chalkboard, but about ten times worse. Something grabbed my head, scratched at my eyes. The sudden vision left me blinded by light for a few seconds. My eyes were able to adjust quickly.
I was in a lab of sorts, but it was plain. It only had a counter (bare of anything), a sink (a leaky faucet), the rock solid bed I was laying on (was it a bed, or a table?), and a tray right beside. There were tools strewn about on the tray. I looked up at the creature.
"Hello," he said, pleasantly. I was suspicious, but I felt that slowly melt away as he stared politely at me.
"Hi..." I said cautiously. I tried to figure out what he was up to. I looked into his eyes, saw mere curiosity. I studied the way he was standing over me, strangely protective. I surveyed the room I was in, nothing suspicious, except for the supplies. I looked back to him and examined his features. Black hair, pulsing yellow eyes, dark complexion. He was tall (6 feet?), muscular, beautiful. I thought back. Where had I seen others like him? He seemed so familiar. Where?
"You don't remember?" he asked thoughtfully.
I kept thinking back then - I remembered. Who he was. Why he was familiar. I had been here before.

This segment was (partially) based on this: (also written by me)

I woke up. It was almost noon and the house was quiet. A feeling of dread washed over me. I checked my parent's room. It was empty. I ran through the house, trying to find them. Nobody was home. I ran outside. The street was deserted. Cars were stopped in the middle of the street, their doors half open. I ran from house to house, peeking into the windows to see if anybody was home. I kept doing this until I got to the end of our street. The land was barren beyond that point. I turned around. A boy was walking towards me. I calmed automatically. I'm not alone, I thought. The wind swept through the street. He disappeared. I woke up. The boy was standing over me. I screamed.

I'll definitely be continuing this story later. But for now, onto my B post.
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1 comment:

  1. An excellent start with the letter A. You really held my attention with both accounts. You write very well.
    Tia Lee
    Blogging From A to Z April Challenge


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