Chapter Four Etchings
At first there would be silence for Miles. Then all of a sudden. He heard the sound of a buzzing coming at him. All he knew having been restrained on a white slab in some room.
He wouldn't be able to make it out around him. All he could see were shadows and etchings of drawings on the walls. It would seem to be some sort of symbols. He's not able to make out at this time.
Unlike the last few times. He'd been taken over the years. He tries to scream out at those around him. He could hear the whispers at least. But it doesn't last long. Leaving him alone in his own thoughts.
He tries to pull out of his bindings. However cutting into his already bleeding wrists. It would be the very same in regard to his ankles unsuccessful.
Again the metal probe moving in closer to him towards his mouth.
Screaming before passing out in front of those watching the scene.
A moment later. Miles Davies wakes up inside the medical building brought in by the state troopers. Checking his position on where he is for the moment. He wasn't on-board the space vessel, instead on Earth.
Slowly coming awake. As the room coming into focus. The lighting down low for the moment. All he knew for sure, he wasn't on the craft. But why the sudden flash backs? This alarmed him for where he could remember or how he'd gotten to this position.
He would be running away after escaping from the vessel. But was he helped out by another of the returns or someone inside the project for the new Consortium?"
He would need to find out. With the help from Fox Mulder and the X-Files department. It's why he'd made the contact with the agent in his state.
Right now he needed to calm himself after suffering with the images once again. And those markings on the walls inside of the alien ship. Those images painful to say the least. The torture as it is, worst than being dead in some ways.
He tries to move off from his bed. Scared to know the full truth, certainly on his breathing and his heart rate. Sighing finally getting up from his surroundings. There seems to be no one around at the moment. Though he knew that Agent Fox Mulder would be arriving soon to help him out.
Moving around inside the medical section. It was extremely quiet to his ears. The lighting turned down as his eyes strained some what. Maybe it has something to do with being on board the space craft.
Difficult as it is. Struggling to control his inner emotions, of what's been happening to him. Looking outside the window, high up in the Colorado Rockies. He'd hoped to find the real reasons to him being here in the first place.
His soul purpose and his fear that the human race would yet again be destroyed.