Tsunami

Summary: Tsunamiis an early 21st century human girl. Outside, shes indifferent but inside shes in total turmoil. She has no idea how she got to when she is and has no idea who these people are ( Neither does the author, come to think of it ) Worst of all, she doesnt know if shell ever get home again.

Prologue

Tsunamis POV

I dont understand it. Im perfectly healthy so why do I feel so ill? Where am I for that matter? Its so hot and those things I dont understand where they human? But if they were its so confusing. I dont know where I am. Im scared mommy, where are you?

I was huddled in a corner, my jacket in my lap, my arms wrapped around me. More of those things marched down the corridor. I dont know how I got here, or how to get out. I was fighting the panic and fear that threatened to consume me, but my emotions controlling practice was paying off. Those things ignored me and went about whatever it was they were doing. They were leading other people around, but these people saw me, yet didnt see me. They were like zombies, or puppets. Their blank eyes frightened me. My surrounding were strange. It was all insane, so totally insane. But it was so real. So frightening real

The hallway suddenly rocked and I was pitched to and fro. Those things ignored me, marching past me, over me. I wanted to scream, but where would that get me?

An explosion knocked me to the floor. I saw my hand turn blue and sparkled before everything went black.

Voices. Where are they? Why does my head hurt so much? My mind was sluggish. I couldnt understand what the voices were saying.

"Was she assimilated"

"No, the scan shows no signs of"

I moaned. My head hurt so much. Those voices were like sledgehammers, each word striking my forehead. If I could see myself it wouldnt surprise me if I could see veins popping on my head.

"Hey, honey" a voice said above me. My eyesight focused on the face. A woman. Blonde. But the lights hurt my eyes and I closed them again.

"Mum. Wheres my mum" I could feel tears leaking from the corner of my eyes and I wished whoever was in the room would go away. I didnt like for people to see me cry. Grown girls dont cry

"Go to sleep, and when you feel better, maybe well find your mother."

"No, I want her now. I want to know why I went through what I did. Prolonging the pain only makes it worse when it is finally felt" I couldnt even open my eyes and I was preaching about pain.

"Later."

I gritted my teeth. "Now." But even as I said it I felt something injected into my arm and sleep overcame me

Okay then I wont be updating until I watch a few more episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation and the movie First Contact a couple more times. Your input and info would greatly help as well.

Closing Phrase:

My mother loved childrenshe would have given anything if I had been one.

-Groucho Marx