Chapter 3 – Told you so Alannah
The helicopter touched down and Helen looked down at her daughter, she didn't like seeing this eleven year old girl in a safety suit. She was just a child; if she could have her way then she would have left her with Isobel as well. But Michael had insisted she'd come, just so he could spend five minutes with her, it was a fair thing she supposed. Michael had known that this thing was coming and she couldn't blame him for wanting to spend five more minutes with his daughter.
They were let out and were immediately bathed in an eerie mist-like fog. Helen grabbed hold of her hand but was also curios as to what lay behind the fog. She continued to walk forward with the rest of them. There were conversations going on around her but she ignored them until she heard questions she felt she could answer.
'Can you feel that?' she was overcome with an overpowering sense of impending… something.
The fog cleared and they found themselves staring up at a colossal orb. The sphere looked above them, the swirling mass of greys and white's mixing together and then separating again, giving the illusion of a fresh, beautiful sky.
'It's so pretty!' Helen heard Sophie breathe. She nodded in agreement and vaguely felt Sophie's hand slip from her own. Suddenly the lights stopped swirling randomly and instead began to concentrate on one spot near the bottom of the sphere.
Right in front of Helen, she began to walk closer to the sphere, there were voices in her ear but she ignored them. She was vaguely aware of Sophie wavering a couple of steps behind her but all her attention was focused on the shape emerging from the shadows. It looked like a man, but it couldn't be. The voice were becoming more and more frantic, building up and up until a gunshot and a silence. Helen flinched away from the blood which splattered her helmet and watched as the figure began to fall. Instinctively she held out her arms and caught the wounded figure. She felt Sophie drop to her knees beside her and saw her small gloved hands press over the wound.
People swarmed around them, crowding them.
'Mommy we have to put pressure on the wound just like daddy told me!' Sophie said frantically.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched squeal and everyone pulled their hands over their ears. A huge man walked out and strode over to Helen. He towered over them, completely black although he gave the impression that he was moving, its skin seemed to be literally crawling. He stretched his hand down towards the alien in Helen's arms. But then the alien seemed to emit a sound, and the massive man, stopped.
The high-pitched squeal stopped and the electricity came back on, Helen looked down at the wounded person in her arms and watched as her daughter replaced her hands over the gunshot wound.
Helen smiled at her daughter as the figure was loaded onto a stretcher and pulled her away as she wanted to help.
'It's ok; the Doctor's will take care of him.' She smiled softly, and began to lead Sophie quickly in the way that the alien had been taken.
