Dragon Ball Next Generation
The Grey Saga
Part 1: The Atrocity
Chapter 4
I only saw a bright light, that was all. My mind barely even recognized what it was seeing, and the light didn't seem to hurt my eyes at all. It was like I was asleep, but I wasn't. My brain just wasn't taking in information at all. I felt nothing, heard nothing, knew nothing, I only saw the light.
After a few moments/hours like this, my mind began to form a thought. It was slow, and took a long time to process it, but my brain made it all the same. *Was this the light at the end of the tunnel?* I had no idea, and I didn't care. I wouldn't have minded not knowing, and it didn't really matter if the answer came. I was completely calm.
Then I had a pins and needles feeling in my toes, and it slowly worked it up my legs. I realized that my legs felt a lot better. They were still heavy, but no longer cramped and sore. As the pins and needles feeling crept up my body, I realized that my entire body felt extremely heavy. Not because of all the running I did, it felt like I was being weighted down by something. Not that I cared.
The feeling reached my neck and moved upward. As it passed my lips, I realized that I still had the after-taste of vomit in my mouth. Then I could smell the air. It smelled metallic, cool, there was something I couldn't place. It smelled like there was something rotten in the room, it was faint, but it was there. Then I could here. I heard a far off buzzing sound, and screeching sounds, much closer. Then there was a quick squish, like some wet, soft material had been squished together. All this new information seemed to be bouncing off my brain. I was aware of these senses, but the information wasn't actually absorbed.
Then I blinked.
As I shut out the light, my brain literally began to scream. Where was I? What happened to me? Am I dead? Oh, God, my shoulder hurts. Where's Pappy? Was I kidnapped? I think I'm gonna puke again.
I was terrified. I was unable to open my eyes, mainly out of fear of what I would find. I felt tears of fear well up in my eyes, my stomach quivered. I wanted to scream, I wanted someone to tell me it was OK, that I could open my eyes, that this whole thing was just a dream. All I wanted was to wake up in my bed at the orphanage, to see Ann, to be safe.
But I knew that it was no dream, the pain in my shoulder told me that. It was so real, it couldn't possibly be a dream. The pain might possibly have been the only thing keeping me sane. It was something to hold on to, it told me that I was alive, that I needed to stay alive.
I sucked my breath in and held it, calming myself down. *You need to get out of wherever you are.* What about the light? Wouldn't I just go back to that sleep state? *Turn your head, don't look at the light.* With much effort, I slowly turned my neck to my right. It was so stiff, it seemed like it would snap if I moved it to fast.
I opened my eyes.
*OH MY GOD!* Luckily, my surprise and terror made me unable to speak. I was lying on some kind of a long table, and there was a body lying two feet away from me! It was a young guy, in a running outfit. His face was encased in the same bright light that I could see out of the corner of my eye. He was staring strait at it, completely lifeless. No, wait, he was breathing. Yes, I could see his chest moving up and down very slowly. I realized I needed to get a better view of where I was. I lifted myself up, slowly.
I was in some kind of oval shaped room. The interior was cold, metallic, devoid of any kind of color other then a metallic silver. I saw a little projector thing above the man's head, emitting the light. Past the man lay others, also incased in light. There was a woman, who looked around the same age as the man, who was also in running clothes. Then, there was a small, fuzzy dog, with a leash and collar attached to it's neck. It was laying on it's side, and I saw that it wasn't breathing. After the dog was another man, dressed in street clothes, jeans and a black muscle t-shirt, with a military style haircut. To the right of the long table we were on, was a smaller table, with Pappy. He was surrounded by two other beings. I couldn't see their faces, but they were short. They also had huge heads, at least in proportion to their bodies.
I began to sweat. What am I going to do? Where am I? What are those things? I felt a scream surge through my throat. I clasped my hands over my mouth, but the scream was muffled, not muted. I heard a clatter, like something metal was dropped, and the beings turned toward me.
They turned around and stopped. I think that they were surprised to see me awake, and sitting up. I suppose that was my saving grace. The two creatures had rough, gray skin, their torsos and hips covered by some rubber-like bluish material, almost invisible against the skin. Their heads were huge. They were shaped like a fat exclamation mark. A pointed chin, with a huge, round forehead. They had huge, black, almond shaped eyes, two small slits between them that I guessed to be nostrils, and no visible mouth. I gathered all this information in less then a second, without really processing it. That was because I instinctively rolled off the opposite side of the table as soon as I got a good look at them.
Aliens! I had been abducted by aliens! Oh my God, what was I supposed to do!? I felt my breaths grow shallow, my heart thumping thousands of beats per second. My entire body was taken over by fear. Then my brain shut down, and for some reason, maybe to be sure that I wasn't crazy, I stood up.
This time the creatures didn't hesitate. One of them stuck its hands out at me as soon as I moved. *What the hell did it do that for?* I got my answer the hard way. I heard a high-pitched sound, and the next thing I knew, my entire body was racked with pain. I fell backwards, and after a moment's hesitation, I crawled to the other side of the long table.
My head felt warm, and wet. I placed my right hand on my head, and felt as sharp pain as I did so. I took my hand away, and saw that it was covered in blood. Damn! Immediately, I began to panic. I sat there, hyperventilating, waiting for one of those things to come and get me. Unfortunately for me, that's exactly what happened.
It came around the corner of the table cautiously, creeping along on it's small feet, and remarkably skinny legs. *Man, I bet a super model would kill to get that skinny of a body.* It's strange, the things that pop into your head when your sure your going to die.
I saw it's enormous face over the table. I hated it. What right did it have to take me? I was in anger's grip once again. It pointed its hand at me. Suddenly, I was overtaken by a strong will to live. I wasn't going to take death lying down, I was going to fight!
With a scream, I leapt up, and tackled the thing. I heard as faint gargling noise as I hit it. We collided on the floor, me lying on top of the alien. I heard a small clunk as its weapon fell to the floor next to it. I felt a moment of triumph as I saw it wasn't moving. Then I remembered its partner.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed as I felt a searing heat on my back. My eyes rolled in their sockets, and my hand immediately shot to my back. I pulled it away as the pain intensified. Oh God! It felt like my back was boiling !
I was now running entirely on adrenalin and instinct. My brain was hardly aware of what I was doing. I grabbed the thing that the alien dropped, and crawled back behind the table. I knew the other one would soon be coming after me, and I needed to get it before it got me. But I didn't think I could tackle it in my present condition. I looked at the weapon in my hand.
It was a small cylinder, about the shape of a pencil. One end of it was extremely hot, but other then that, both ends were similar. There was no visible trigger. Acting purely on instinct, I stood up to face the other alien.
It raised its hand. I could see the pencil-gun in its hands. Without thinking, I raised my hand over my head, and chucked my pencil-gun at the thing as hard as I could.
CLUNK
The weapon bounced of its enormous head. It stood there, motionless. Then, its eyes opened even wider, and it fell the floor, face first.
Then my body gave out. I almost fell, but grabbed the edge of the long table for support. It hurt so bad. It hurt to move, to breath. I felt blood running down my back. Even that hurt. Then my brain started to reason again.
I needed to get Pappy, and I needed to get out of here, wherever it was. If another one of those things came in there then, I would have been screwed. Using the table as support, I stepped over the bodies, I had no idea if they were unconscious or dead, and walked painfully to the small table Pappy was lying on. I finally reached him, and almost fainted as I looked down.
Pappy was lying on the table, looking very peaceful, but unnaturally white. His long beard had been cut, and his shirt taken off to expose his chest. Through his chest was a long gash, obviously fatal. I gasped, and backed away from the body.
Nonononono, this couldn't be happening, Pappy couldn't be dead, they couldn't have killed him, I can't be alone! I stared at the body, in the same way I had stared at Ann, unbelieving, not comprehending.
*You need to get out of here! You can't help Pappy, you need to help yourself!* That was right, I was still in the alien laboratory, the murder's laboratory. They probably wouldn't hesitate to do the same to me. But I was so weak, I could feel myself slipping out of consciousness. What could I do?
The others! Of course! I turned around and saw the three other people lying on the long table. They were still in the coma-like state. Then I saw the projector hanging above each one. Maybe, if I shut down the light, they would wake up.
Upon further inspection, I saw the dude in the street clothes with the military haircut looked pretty strong. Actually, he was ripped. I stumbled over to him, placed my hands on the table, ignoring the pain in my left shoulder, trying to gain enough energy to shut off the light. I stared at the guy as I let my breathing slow.
His eye twitched! I saw his eye twitch! I hoped that it wasn't a bad sign, like the light was giving him cancer or something. I needed to get the light off him fast. I looked up at the projector. It was small, with a little lens that was shaped so the light would spread across the man's eyes. There were some loose wires coming out of it. I reached up with my right hand, and grabbed the wires. Too weak to do anything else, I just grabbed the wires and fell across the man, letting the wires to come with me. The light shut off!
For a second, the man made no move. I feared that the light had actually damaged his mind. Then I felt something like a hot wind come across the man. It was so strong that it actually blew my off him, and I landed painfully on the floor. It all became too much, and my vision started to become hazy.
The man leapt off the table. It looked like he was actually glowing! What the hell? The man looked down at me, strait into my eyes.
"Thank you." Was all he said. his voice sounded kind and sincere. I nodded weakly. Then the man raised his hand at one of the walls, with his hand parallel to the wall. A bright light came out of his hand, and hit the wall. Then it actually melted the wall! I stared out the hole in the wall, and realized that we were in a ship, because I could see the ground below us. hundreds of feet below us.
Before I was able to ponder what had just happened, the pressure difference in the ship and the sky took effect. I was being sucked out of the ship! I desperately clawed at the floor, but it was too smooth, and I continued to fly. THUD! Half of my body hit the wall, and then I shot through the hole in the wall, and began my free-fall towards the Earth.
I tumbled over and over, realizing that I was about to hit the ground any second, and that I would be killed instantly. Then, I felt strong arms grab me around the chest, and I actually stopped falling! I looked up, and saw the man was holding me up, in the sky! Then he began to glow once again. *He must be an angel* Yes, my guardian angel! The last sensation I felt was warmth passing through my body as I passed out for the fourth time that week.
Chapter 4
I only saw a bright light, that was all. My mind barely even recognized what it was seeing, and the light didn't seem to hurt my eyes at all. It was like I was asleep, but I wasn't. My brain just wasn't taking in information at all. I felt nothing, heard nothing, knew nothing, I only saw the light.
After a few moments/hours like this, my mind began to form a thought. It was slow, and took a long time to process it, but my brain made it all the same. *Was this the light at the end of the tunnel?* I had no idea, and I didn't care. I wouldn't have minded not knowing, and it didn't really matter if the answer came. I was completely calm.
Then I had a pins and needles feeling in my toes, and it slowly worked it up my legs. I realized that my legs felt a lot better. They were still heavy, but no longer cramped and sore. As the pins and needles feeling crept up my body, I realized that my entire body felt extremely heavy. Not because of all the running I did, it felt like I was being weighted down by something. Not that I cared.
The feeling reached my neck and moved upward. As it passed my lips, I realized that I still had the after-taste of vomit in my mouth. Then I could smell the air. It smelled metallic, cool, there was something I couldn't place. It smelled like there was something rotten in the room, it was faint, but it was there. Then I could here. I heard a far off buzzing sound, and screeching sounds, much closer. Then there was a quick squish, like some wet, soft material had been squished together. All this new information seemed to be bouncing off my brain. I was aware of these senses, but the information wasn't actually absorbed.
Then I blinked.
As I shut out the light, my brain literally began to scream. Where was I? What happened to me? Am I dead? Oh, God, my shoulder hurts. Where's Pappy? Was I kidnapped? I think I'm gonna puke again.
I was terrified. I was unable to open my eyes, mainly out of fear of what I would find. I felt tears of fear well up in my eyes, my stomach quivered. I wanted to scream, I wanted someone to tell me it was OK, that I could open my eyes, that this whole thing was just a dream. All I wanted was to wake up in my bed at the orphanage, to see Ann, to be safe.
But I knew that it was no dream, the pain in my shoulder told me that. It was so real, it couldn't possibly be a dream. The pain might possibly have been the only thing keeping me sane. It was something to hold on to, it told me that I was alive, that I needed to stay alive.
I sucked my breath in and held it, calming myself down. *You need to get out of wherever you are.* What about the light? Wouldn't I just go back to that sleep state? *Turn your head, don't look at the light.* With much effort, I slowly turned my neck to my right. It was so stiff, it seemed like it would snap if I moved it to fast.
I opened my eyes.
*OH MY GOD!* Luckily, my surprise and terror made me unable to speak. I was lying on some kind of a long table, and there was a body lying two feet away from me! It was a young guy, in a running outfit. His face was encased in the same bright light that I could see out of the corner of my eye. He was staring strait at it, completely lifeless. No, wait, he was breathing. Yes, I could see his chest moving up and down very slowly. I realized I needed to get a better view of where I was. I lifted myself up, slowly.
I was in some kind of oval shaped room. The interior was cold, metallic, devoid of any kind of color other then a metallic silver. I saw a little projector thing above the man's head, emitting the light. Past the man lay others, also incased in light. There was a woman, who looked around the same age as the man, who was also in running clothes. Then, there was a small, fuzzy dog, with a leash and collar attached to it's neck. It was laying on it's side, and I saw that it wasn't breathing. After the dog was another man, dressed in street clothes, jeans and a black muscle t-shirt, with a military style haircut. To the right of the long table we were on, was a smaller table, with Pappy. He was surrounded by two other beings. I couldn't see their faces, but they were short. They also had huge heads, at least in proportion to their bodies.
I began to sweat. What am I going to do? Where am I? What are those things? I felt a scream surge through my throat. I clasped my hands over my mouth, but the scream was muffled, not muted. I heard a clatter, like something metal was dropped, and the beings turned toward me.
They turned around and stopped. I think that they were surprised to see me awake, and sitting up. I suppose that was my saving grace. The two creatures had rough, gray skin, their torsos and hips covered by some rubber-like bluish material, almost invisible against the skin. Their heads were huge. They were shaped like a fat exclamation mark. A pointed chin, with a huge, round forehead. They had huge, black, almond shaped eyes, two small slits between them that I guessed to be nostrils, and no visible mouth. I gathered all this information in less then a second, without really processing it. That was because I instinctively rolled off the opposite side of the table as soon as I got a good look at them.
Aliens! I had been abducted by aliens! Oh my God, what was I supposed to do!? I felt my breaths grow shallow, my heart thumping thousands of beats per second. My entire body was taken over by fear. Then my brain shut down, and for some reason, maybe to be sure that I wasn't crazy, I stood up.
This time the creatures didn't hesitate. One of them stuck its hands out at me as soon as I moved. *What the hell did it do that for?* I got my answer the hard way. I heard a high-pitched sound, and the next thing I knew, my entire body was racked with pain. I fell backwards, and after a moment's hesitation, I crawled to the other side of the long table.
My head felt warm, and wet. I placed my right hand on my head, and felt as sharp pain as I did so. I took my hand away, and saw that it was covered in blood. Damn! Immediately, I began to panic. I sat there, hyperventilating, waiting for one of those things to come and get me. Unfortunately for me, that's exactly what happened.
It came around the corner of the table cautiously, creeping along on it's small feet, and remarkably skinny legs. *Man, I bet a super model would kill to get that skinny of a body.* It's strange, the things that pop into your head when your sure your going to die.
I saw it's enormous face over the table. I hated it. What right did it have to take me? I was in anger's grip once again. It pointed its hand at me. Suddenly, I was overtaken by a strong will to live. I wasn't going to take death lying down, I was going to fight!
With a scream, I leapt up, and tackled the thing. I heard as faint gargling noise as I hit it. We collided on the floor, me lying on top of the alien. I heard a small clunk as its weapon fell to the floor next to it. I felt a moment of triumph as I saw it wasn't moving. Then I remembered its partner.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed as I felt a searing heat on my back. My eyes rolled in their sockets, and my hand immediately shot to my back. I pulled it away as the pain intensified. Oh God! It felt like my back was boiling !
I was now running entirely on adrenalin and instinct. My brain was hardly aware of what I was doing. I grabbed the thing that the alien dropped, and crawled back behind the table. I knew the other one would soon be coming after me, and I needed to get it before it got me. But I didn't think I could tackle it in my present condition. I looked at the weapon in my hand.
It was a small cylinder, about the shape of a pencil. One end of it was extremely hot, but other then that, both ends were similar. There was no visible trigger. Acting purely on instinct, I stood up to face the other alien.
It raised its hand. I could see the pencil-gun in its hands. Without thinking, I raised my hand over my head, and chucked my pencil-gun at the thing as hard as I could.
CLUNK
The weapon bounced of its enormous head. It stood there, motionless. Then, its eyes opened even wider, and it fell the floor, face first.
Then my body gave out. I almost fell, but grabbed the edge of the long table for support. It hurt so bad. It hurt to move, to breath. I felt blood running down my back. Even that hurt. Then my brain started to reason again.
I needed to get Pappy, and I needed to get out of here, wherever it was. If another one of those things came in there then, I would have been screwed. Using the table as support, I stepped over the bodies, I had no idea if they were unconscious or dead, and walked painfully to the small table Pappy was lying on. I finally reached him, and almost fainted as I looked down.
Pappy was lying on the table, looking very peaceful, but unnaturally white. His long beard had been cut, and his shirt taken off to expose his chest. Through his chest was a long gash, obviously fatal. I gasped, and backed away from the body.
Nonononono, this couldn't be happening, Pappy couldn't be dead, they couldn't have killed him, I can't be alone! I stared at the body, in the same way I had stared at Ann, unbelieving, not comprehending.
*You need to get out of here! You can't help Pappy, you need to help yourself!* That was right, I was still in the alien laboratory, the murder's laboratory. They probably wouldn't hesitate to do the same to me. But I was so weak, I could feel myself slipping out of consciousness. What could I do?
The others! Of course! I turned around and saw the three other people lying on the long table. They were still in the coma-like state. Then I saw the projector hanging above each one. Maybe, if I shut down the light, they would wake up.
Upon further inspection, I saw the dude in the street clothes with the military haircut looked pretty strong. Actually, he was ripped. I stumbled over to him, placed my hands on the table, ignoring the pain in my left shoulder, trying to gain enough energy to shut off the light. I stared at the guy as I let my breathing slow.
His eye twitched! I saw his eye twitch! I hoped that it wasn't a bad sign, like the light was giving him cancer or something. I needed to get the light off him fast. I looked up at the projector. It was small, with a little lens that was shaped so the light would spread across the man's eyes. There were some loose wires coming out of it. I reached up with my right hand, and grabbed the wires. Too weak to do anything else, I just grabbed the wires and fell across the man, letting the wires to come with me. The light shut off!
For a second, the man made no move. I feared that the light had actually damaged his mind. Then I felt something like a hot wind come across the man. It was so strong that it actually blew my off him, and I landed painfully on the floor. It all became too much, and my vision started to become hazy.
The man leapt off the table. It looked like he was actually glowing! What the hell? The man looked down at me, strait into my eyes.
"Thank you." Was all he said. his voice sounded kind and sincere. I nodded weakly. Then the man raised his hand at one of the walls, with his hand parallel to the wall. A bright light came out of his hand, and hit the wall. Then it actually melted the wall! I stared out the hole in the wall, and realized that we were in a ship, because I could see the ground below us. hundreds of feet below us.
Before I was able to ponder what had just happened, the pressure difference in the ship and the sky took effect. I was being sucked out of the ship! I desperately clawed at the floor, but it was too smooth, and I continued to fly. THUD! Half of my body hit the wall, and then I shot through the hole in the wall, and began my free-fall towards the Earth.
I tumbled over and over, realizing that I was about to hit the ground any second, and that I would be killed instantly. Then, I felt strong arms grab me around the chest, and I actually stopped falling! I looked up, and saw the man was holding me up, in the sky! Then he began to glow once again. *He must be an angel* Yes, my guardian angel! The last sensation I felt was warmth passing through my body as I passed out for the fourth time that week.