I feel so warm. It's a comforting feeling, really. I try to shift, but I
can't. It's like my muscles have discontinued to function. I open my eyes,
and I can't see anything. Everything is veiled in black...except as I turn
my head to what I think is my right. I'm still disoriented. There is a
small amount of white light in the corner, that seems to seep through a
crack in a door. I strain to look at it. It doesn't seem normal. It curves,
in a way, that is unlike any normal door. It's bigger...and its edges are
curved. It doesn't matter though...I'm too tired to care.
Suddenly my eyes hurt like hell! I try to cover them with my arms, but I can't move them. I can't feel restraints at all! What the hell is going on?! I struggle to open my eyes. Some very bright light has flooded the room. It hurts. It hurts like damn hell. Shit, I remember what was happening! Where was Graham? Where was Bo and Morgan? Where the hell am I?!
I start yelling for everyone. I can't help it! I've never been so scared in my life! We weren't supposed to be separated! "Graham!! GRAHAM!!!!! DAMMIT WHERE THE HELL AM I??!!"
A clicking noise. The same one we heard on the baby monitor. My heart feels as if it skipped a couple beats. I open my eyes again, and realize the bright light isn't on anymore. Instead the lights have been dimmed to a dull orange glow. I try to pinpoint where the light is coming from, but it seems to be coming from everywhere, not just one specific light. I try to lift my head, but its the same as the rest of my body, I can't lift it.
Shadows drift about all over the room. I lay helpless on what I believe to be a table, like in all of those alien movies where somebody gets abducted and experimented on. I hope to God that isn't the case!
"Oh God.please don't hurt me...please...please...don't hurt me...don't hurt me..." Whimpering, shaking, and sobbing I try to scan the room for my captors. Nothing but shadows. The clicking still continues. Then silence. I gasp, realizing I had been holding in my breath for quite some time. Make them go away!
Thud....Thud....Thud....Thud.
I'm going to die..I'm going to die.I close my eyes again, for I do not wish to see the gruesome creatures who have captured me. I'm too mortified to look any further.
Suddenly, I feel something cold.yet warm at the same time, on my face. I can tell by the digits that it's a hand, but yet it tingles against my flushed skin. I struggle to turn my face away from the intimate touch, but as always, I fail to move.
Slowly, slowly I open my eyes, and turn their gaze nervously to the figure hovering above me.
I shudder as I see 'him'. His face is hidden in shadow, and his eyes large, moist and black, like a pool of water at midnight. He looks almost sad, yet I wonder how I can think that. It must be his eyes. The rest of his vague face looks vicious and terrible.
He opens his mouth slightly, and I can get the distinct image of his tongue rolling in his mouth as he proceeds to make more clicking sounds. Is he trying to communicate with me, or another one? My heart pounds so loudly in my ears and head. The collar of my shirt is wrapped tightly around my neck, and I can feel my jugular pulse and throb against the restraint. My breathing is deep and fast, as the shirt restricts my air supply. I wince as my head starts to ache.
The alien's hand travels from my cheek to my throat, fingernails tracing down my vein. His 'claws' scathe my skin and I recoil and hiss in pain as I feel my own blood flow from my neck. The wound is thin and painful, almost like a paper-cut. My eyes shut half-way, as I watched his wet eyes, lethargic and listless.
The oddly heated hand, smooth yet rough at the same time, starts to soothe me. My heart-rate slows down, and my worries seemed to diminish. I fix my gaze at him, dazedly. I breathe almost silently through my parted lips. A few times it seems as if I had been no where at all, as if I spaced out. I blink hard and try to concentrate on staying conscious.
The hands came to my shirt, and loosened the neck of it so I was better able to breathe. I inhale sharply and deeply, and I cough several times. The alien continues to stare at me, with its beautiful eyes, as if in wonder.or perhaps pity. It continues to stroke my moving throat.relaxing, calming. Not long after I'm back under the control of Morpheus.
//Sorry this took so long. I forgot about it for awhile, then when I sat in front of the computer to work on it I went brain dead.I think I know where I want this to go.Next Chp: Graham's short view of his brother missing//
Suddenly my eyes hurt like hell! I try to cover them with my arms, but I can't move them. I can't feel restraints at all! What the hell is going on?! I struggle to open my eyes. Some very bright light has flooded the room. It hurts. It hurts like damn hell. Shit, I remember what was happening! Where was Graham? Where was Bo and Morgan? Where the hell am I?!
I start yelling for everyone. I can't help it! I've never been so scared in my life! We weren't supposed to be separated! "Graham!! GRAHAM!!!!! DAMMIT WHERE THE HELL AM I??!!"
A clicking noise. The same one we heard on the baby monitor. My heart feels as if it skipped a couple beats. I open my eyes again, and realize the bright light isn't on anymore. Instead the lights have been dimmed to a dull orange glow. I try to pinpoint where the light is coming from, but it seems to be coming from everywhere, not just one specific light. I try to lift my head, but its the same as the rest of my body, I can't lift it.
Shadows drift about all over the room. I lay helpless on what I believe to be a table, like in all of those alien movies where somebody gets abducted and experimented on. I hope to God that isn't the case!
"Oh God.please don't hurt me...please...please...don't hurt me...don't hurt me..." Whimpering, shaking, and sobbing I try to scan the room for my captors. Nothing but shadows. The clicking still continues. Then silence. I gasp, realizing I had been holding in my breath for quite some time. Make them go away!
Thud....Thud....Thud....Thud.
I'm going to die..I'm going to die.I close my eyes again, for I do not wish to see the gruesome creatures who have captured me. I'm too mortified to look any further.
Suddenly, I feel something cold.yet warm at the same time, on my face. I can tell by the digits that it's a hand, but yet it tingles against my flushed skin. I struggle to turn my face away from the intimate touch, but as always, I fail to move.
Slowly, slowly I open my eyes, and turn their gaze nervously to the figure hovering above me.
I shudder as I see 'him'. His face is hidden in shadow, and his eyes large, moist and black, like a pool of water at midnight. He looks almost sad, yet I wonder how I can think that. It must be his eyes. The rest of his vague face looks vicious and terrible.
He opens his mouth slightly, and I can get the distinct image of his tongue rolling in his mouth as he proceeds to make more clicking sounds. Is he trying to communicate with me, or another one? My heart pounds so loudly in my ears and head. The collar of my shirt is wrapped tightly around my neck, and I can feel my jugular pulse and throb against the restraint. My breathing is deep and fast, as the shirt restricts my air supply. I wince as my head starts to ache.
The alien's hand travels from my cheek to my throat, fingernails tracing down my vein. His 'claws' scathe my skin and I recoil and hiss in pain as I feel my own blood flow from my neck. The wound is thin and painful, almost like a paper-cut. My eyes shut half-way, as I watched his wet eyes, lethargic and listless.
The oddly heated hand, smooth yet rough at the same time, starts to soothe me. My heart-rate slows down, and my worries seemed to diminish. I fix my gaze at him, dazedly. I breathe almost silently through my parted lips. A few times it seems as if I had been no where at all, as if I spaced out. I blink hard and try to concentrate on staying conscious.
The hands came to my shirt, and loosened the neck of it so I was better able to breathe. I inhale sharply and deeply, and I cough several times. The alien continues to stare at me, with its beautiful eyes, as if in wonder.or perhaps pity. It continues to stroke my moving throat.relaxing, calming. Not long after I'm back under the control of Morpheus.
//Sorry this took so long. I forgot about it for awhile, then when I sat in front of the computer to work on it I went brain dead.I think I know where I want this to go.Next Chp: Graham's short view of his brother missing//