When Corporal Taggart awoke, it was not to the environment he was expecting. He expected to wake up in a very cloudy place with lots of white-winged shimmering people crowded around him, waiting to "show him to his mansion." What he saw when he opened his eyes was a very different world indeed.
The walls around him were built out of bricks that had been coated with some kind of moss quite a while ago. Underneath the moss, however, were all sorts of bloodstains. Including a few in the shape of human handprints. Human… Flynn thought to himself.
Again, his roving eyes continued around the room. The overall design of it was much like an old-timey prison cell; the metal bars in the window too high to reach, the slab of a bed hanging by chains from the wall, the huge metal poles making up the main door of the cell. The likeness was uncanny. So uncanny in fact, that for a moment, Flynn wondered if he had actually been teleported back in time by the aliens after he blacked out.
He decided that the first course of action would be to figure out where he was… and the best way to do that would be through that window. Being that he was six feet and two inches tall and approximately 185 pounds (all muscle, of course), it was a piece of cake for him to hoist himself up to the bars to peek out the window. But he wasn't ready for what he saw. Even if someone had told him what to expect, he wouldn't have believed it.
When he looked outside that window, he saw something that no other human could possibly ever believe; he was on an alien planet. At least, that's what his guess was. In the sky, he could see thousands (millions?) of flying saucers like the ones he had seen the first day after Majors' original announcement. On the ground, he saw buildings like he had never seen before. They appeared to be made of crystal and shone so bright in the sun that he had to shield his eyes when they were in his line of sight.
At this point, he was ready to believe anything. As he sat down on his slab to ponder what he had just seen, there was a metallic clanking sound at the front of his cell.
"You!" the alien shouted. Flynn said nothing, but pointed at his chest in question. "Yes, you, you human ignoramus. You're wanted for trial, so stand up and don't try to escape. We know you humans have little to no protection from our weapons… a couple friends of yours proved that theory for us." Flynn grimaced but still said nothing and did what they said.
The lead alien opened the door while the two behind him kept their palms pointed at him. Apparently, these aliens had some kind of built-in weaponry. The lead alien came into the cell behind Flynn and attached something cold to his hands. The alien then began pushing him forward and he got the hint; he started walking. The other two aliens came farther forward, still with their palms pointed at him.
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Suspenseful, no? Consider this a sign that I'm still alive, rather than that I'm just lazy… even though I am :P
Anyways, I promise I'll have a much longer chapter in here next time. Flynn Taggart: On Trial For The Human Race!