"Come on!" Verity begged me. "You've got to do this! I dared you and you took the dare!"
"You did promise!" Sidney pointed out. I rolled my eyes.
"Apparently, I always promise even when I don't remember making the promise." I snapped back.
"Yes, you do," Sidney said, punching my shoulder. He grinned. "Come on!" He gripped my hand and pulled me along happily. Verity laughed behind me as she followed us. Sidney made me stumble a couple of times, but I didn't care.
We hurried over the hill, and we finally saw it; the dig site.
Nearly 340 years ago, a woman called Nasreen Chaudhry had attempted to dig into the earth. It had gotten 21 Kilometers into the ground, before one day, it blew up. Wales decided not to clean it up, saying it was a historical site. In my opinion, the real reason was this; money.
Apparently, Sidney and Verity had dared me to sneak into the site and touch the top of the drill, which stuck up out of the ground. Well, at least they put some quids on it. There was no backing out now. Verity hurried up behind me.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "I've been able to see this place from my house since I was little. How come I've never seen it up so close?"
"I dunno, but you're stupid that way," I replied. She punched me in the back. I turned to her. "You're punches are getting harder."
"You've been teasing me since we were little girls," Verity told me. "You deserve it." I rolled my eyes.
"Are you gonna do it or what?"Sidney demanded. "C?"
C was my nickname. Believe me, it's better than being called Nutterhead.
"Listen to us, you'd think we're little children, not twenty-six years old." Sidney laughed heartily, showing off his bright white teeth. He was so handsome.
Ok, maybe I have a little crush on him.
"Well, go on then," Verity said. I smiled then stepped forward. A hand on my shoulder stopped me. I spun around to look into Sidney's eyes.
"Just one thing," he said. "Care to grab something to eat later?" I felt my face warming up and I tucked my hair behind my ears.
"Y-You mean l-like a date?" I stuttered. He nodded.
"If you'd like."
"Uh, sure." I said. He pulled me in for a kiss.
After a moment, he broke away, and I practically skipped down to the site. I glanced over my shoulder to see Sidney smiling victoriously, and Verity holding two thumbs up behind his back.
I hurried to the barbed fences and climbed it with ease. Believe me, this wasn't the first time I accepted this type of bet.
I dropped onto the ground on the other side of the fence. Glancing back, I realized that Sidney and Verity would be able to see me get to the drill. I still took my phone and turned the camera on anyway.
"Hey Sidney, hey Verity, it's C, ready to make you eat your words," I said to it, reaching to the drill. I filmed myself tapping the rusted metal, then cried out in triumph. "Yes! You owe me eight quids each!" I exclaimed. "In your face!"
Suddenly, right before I pressed the end button in my phone, the ground beneath me gave away and the phone slipped out of my hand. It clattered onto the ground, still recording my screams of terror, and Sidney and Verity shrieking my name.
When I opened my eyes, everything was green. A bright green light shined in my face, the bright green door was locked, the big green man held something long, green and pointy to my face, green straps held my hands down to the bright green chair, bright green—wait… green man with pointy thing in my face… that should have been the first thing I noticed. I immediately struggled against the straps to no avail, and stared at the reptile man.
"Who are you?" I demanded, trying and failing to sound confident. The green man didn't say anything. He just pulled down the surgical mask which had covered his face. I gasped. His face was covered in scales.
"I suppose the better question is 'what am I?'." he said. "Answer is Silurian."
"What do you want with me?" I cried, tugging on the straps again. There were straps on my legs too.
The Silurian, whatever that is, didn't answer. He glanced at my face one more time before holding the scalpel to my throat. It pressed against it, and I whimpered.
"Anderson!" came a yell. "We need you."
The Silurian froze with the scalpel to my throat. He glanced at my scared and sweating face before placing the scalpel on the tray a few feet away and exiting the room.
I panted for no apparent reason. I was so scared. My bonds were as tight as ever and there was no hope of getting free. A tear slid down my cheek. What was I going to do.
Then I noticed the tray had wheels.
Well there wouldn't be a hope if I weren't clever. I was wearing boots. I slipped a boot off and kicked it forward best I could.
The boot slid forward and bumped into the wheel of the tray. Ever so slowly, the tray started rolling towards me. I stopped it with my foot, then reached as far as I could for the scalpel on top. My fingers closed around it. With a smile, I spun it around and slit my bonds. I did the same thing with all of the other bonds. I stood up and smiled triumphantly.
"Wow, that's a sharp thing," I murmured, examining it closely. Then I carelessly tossed it onto the tray, slipped on my boot, and hurried out of the room.
I had no idea what was going on, but I had a sneaking suspicion that if I stuck around things would end really badly. When I woke up this morning I never imagined finding myself running for my life from lizard men with guns who probably wanted to dissect me. Seriously, I'm no alien.
I had no idea where I was, but I had a feeling I may have been abducted by aliens. Although I fell into the ground… I hate my life.
I crept out of the room and peeked around the corner. There was an empty hall, which I followed.
"Where the hell am I?" I wondered aloud. My heart race increased considerably, which will happen when you are trying to avoid being dissected by lizards…
I tried to quiet my breathing as I snuck around. Suddenly, I heard voices.
I glanced around frantically, trying to find a place to go. I ran around the corner back the way I came, and pushed through a closet door that I had seen earlier. I shut it behind me and peeked out of the small window.
About six of the strange Silurian people marched by. Two were clutching a wrestling girl with bright red hair between them.
"Let me go, Lizard Breath!" she screamed, yanking away from them. She had a Scottish accent. She wrestled free. I gasped as she tried to run, but a Silurian zapped her in the back. She collapsed. I pressed my face against the window best I could without the Silurian seeing me. I caught a few words.
"Take her to the…" and then they became muffled as he walked away. Another guard picked up the girl and slung her over his shoulder.
Was she dead?
Her eyes opened a crack tiredly, and she saw me.
'I'm sorry,' I mouthed. She watched me sadly and tiredly as she got carried away. Right before she disappeared from view, her eyes slipped shut as she fell unconscious.
I turned around and slid down the door with tears in my eyes. How could I just let that girl get taken away? I sniffed, brushing my brown hair out of my eyes and tucking it behind my ears. Why did I let her get hurt?
"If I had done something, I would have been captured too," I whispered to myself. But at the same time, I felt awful. Who knew what would become of the redhead?
I stood up and peeked out the window again. I ducked as another group came. I heard more shouting and I peeked over the rim of the window. They were carrying another woman between them, much older than the first one.
She had poufy blond hair that seemed to explode everywhere. She wasn't struggling as much but she stopped suddenly and refused to move. Someone held a gun up to her face but she didn't so much as flinch. It was like this was something she experienced every day.
A Silurian blocked my view as he stepped in front of the window. Luckily his back was to the door.
A few seconds later, there was shouting and the sound of a gun firing. I was sure the woman had just been killed. Well, until the Silurian in front of the door collapsed onto the ground. My eyes widened as I saw the woman brandishing the gun the Silurian guard had. Every Silurian lied on the floor. The woman blew over the mouth of the gun as if she was blowing away smoke. She then hurried in the direction in which she came.
I waited what felt like an hour, but really was probably three minutes before I cautiously opened the door and hurried down the hall, stepping over various unconscious Reptile bodies.
I panted as I hurried around. Every time I heard voices I'd jump into a room. One time I ended up hiding in a room with a disgusting smelling gas. Not fun. When I came out, every time I passed something with a screen, it would burst into static. That air must mess up electronics.
Suddenly, there were a lot of voices, and I panicked. I tugged on the door handle, but it was locked firmly shut. My heart raced. Suddenly, there was the sound of static on the other side of the door, and it unlocked. I pushed it open and shut it behind me.
The lights were on. I glanced at the door handle and saw something electronic on the door. The smoke from that weird room must have shortened it out.
I walked farther into the room, and there suddenly was a grinding sound, like when the rusty old lift moves in the old flat building. I gasped as the wall slid up.
The voices on the other side of the door got louder, and an alarm sounded, and I ran up the stairs, flinching as the wall slid down again.
I was enveloped in darkness.
I suddenly heard voices up ahead. I bit my lip as I realized that they sounded human, like me. Having no other choice, I ran up the stairs as fast as I could.
The people ahead of me seemed to have the same idea, because there was the sound of pounding feet echoing to the tunnel.
"Oi!" came a loud voice. "Hurry up! They're coming!"
I smiled for the first time in hours, relieved to hear someone human.
"No!" I shouted. "Wait!" the pounding feet stopped as I hurried up the stairs. A green light shined in my face as someone held a glow stick to it.
A woman with ginger hair, not the one I saw in the hallway, looked back at me with a concerned look on her face.
"Are you ok?" she asked. I recognized her as the one who first shouted.
"Ya," I panted. "Just a bit tired of running in the dark."
"What's your name," asked a man who was behind the woman. Through the darkness, I saw two more people behind the man half illuminated by matching glowsticks.
"Clara," I panted. "My name is Clara Oswald."