The light of the dawning sun glistens off the blade of the blood-drenched broadsword I hold in my hands and over the craggly cliff's edge into the lush valley below.
My chest heaves, struggling to catch my breath.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
An explosion rocks the very land on which I stand.
I run for safety. The ground gives way beneath me. In desperation, I leap and struggle to grasp solid ground, but find only dirt clods.
Freefalling to certain death, I relive moments of this life in my mind.
...
I'm born into an awesome family; mom, dad, younger brother, Mike, older sister, Christina.
My friends are hilarious. My best friend is Daniel.
Everything is great.
I feel safe.
I feel alive.
...
A snowy night in February. My last.
Bright lights.
I drop my cigarette.
It levitates an inch below my hand. Wierd, for some reason, the smoke keeps moving.
I'm only ten, and I'm scared.
What is happening?
I feel disembodied for what seems like forever.
...
The room's cold, dry.
There's nothing here.
I shiver.
...
I see the faces of the villagers I massacred.
Weak, pathetic.
Only one fought back.
One.
...
Wind blows through my hair!
Ten years older.
Alone.
Pulling off this escape, I feel like Houdini, Nelson Mandela, and Keifer Sutherland rolled into one.
I feel good, finally.
...
The hot sun warms my face, as I bath in the lake's cooling waters.
I feel like hundreds of pounds of stress has been lifted from me.
I feel relaxed, finally.
...
PLOOM
The makeshift bio-chemical bomb explodes.
I charge the monster, while he's down, and steal his sword.
I stab him-- it, with intensity.
Die, Jerk!
Over and over, I slice. I slice.
Adrenaline pumps through me.
I have the idiot in the air, gravity doing my work for me, as the sword destroys what's left of the thing's interior.
What's the creature thinking, as his body slides from his blade and into the valley below.
His twisted visage is unreadable as it falls to it's almost certain demise.
...
The wind in my face wallops me into lucidity as I near the forest floor.
I pray for forgiveness from God.
Brace for fatal impact.
SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Something's pushing me forward?
I'm hurtling through the air at 500 miles an hour toward the mountains in the south.
I look over my shoulder, and what do I find?
The pain in my back is being caused by a bullet!
My skin must somehow be too tough for the bullet to penetrate.
What did they do to me?!?
Think fast.
The bullet wasn’t strong enough to pierce my hide, the ground shouldn’t hurt at all.
THUUDDD
I slam into the forest floor from 30 yards up.
"Aaow."
Body hurts.
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Make that pounding in my head stop!!!
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What happened to the damned invulnerability?
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TIK
TIK
I open my eyes to a cool, blue sky.
TIK
Nice breeze...
TIK
What's that sound?
TIK
"AAAAAAGH!!!! I'm chained to a bomb!"
TIK
What's the timer say?!?
00:00:09
TIK
00:00:08
TIK
00:00:08
WHAT THE HECK?!?
TIK
00:00:007
I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!!
TIK
TERRIFIED! I PANIC!! BREAK THE CHAIN!!!
TIK
CLNKCHINK
CHNKCLINK
CLNKCHINK
DID IT!
TIK
I throw the bomb forty yards,
TIK
run away,
TIK
jump behind an old oak--
00:00:01
TIK
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0000000OOOOOOOOOOOOM
Shrapnel death rains down atop me. Thank the Lord that the oak branches shielded me from harm.
Whoever's behind this-- he's serious.
I take inventory.
Everything's A-okay!
I peek out from behind the tree's trunk.
Stand
Slow.
Slow.
The woods are still.
Too.
Still.
A light breeze flows between the trees.
I'm scared.
Where is this psycho?
---------------------------DOINK
Something thumped me in the back of the head.
As I turn, a bullet smacks me in the face.
---------------------------DOINK
I pick up a rock and throw it where I think the guy is.
BSHHSHSHS
Shit, I hit the bushes!
--------------------------DOINK
Crap!
There's another stone!
I duck behind the tree.
With a quickness, I peek my head out to get a bead on the guy.
I pull my head back. There's no telling if this invulnerability will hold up. I can't risk going in close until I have some idea how these powers work.
TKT
TKT
TKT
TKT
TKT
Bullets barrage bark on the tree's side opposite myself.
It's too dark, I can't see him.
"Where's my sword?"
He's not going to fall for it.
"Is not yours! Is Sully's!"
Yes! Where's the voice coming from?
"Sully's dead."
"You dead!"
He's behind the bushes on the southeast corner of the clearing!
I throw the rock to what I hope is the sound's locus.
"UGH!"
BBKKSH
Musta been a big dude. I run over to peruse the personage of my phantom pursuer.
He's alien.
Why do all the aliens, unlike My Beastly Attacker, speak in broken English?
I pry the semi-automatic rifle from his warm, dead paws. If there's one thing I hate, it's aliens! I've never met a good one.
I hit his bulbous forehead with the gun's barrel.
"Where's my sword?"
The alien shakes a little bit.
I kick his womanly jaw.
"Where?"
The alien opens his large, opaque eyes.
I point the gun at them.
"Where?"
The little mouth opens, slobber running down his slight chin.
"3."
"...sssshhhhh--"
"2."
"--hhh--"
"1."
"--"
BLAM
Maybe I'll meet a good one, but I ain't holding my breath.
.......................................................................................................................
A ship!
I drop to the ground and roll down into the creek bed, trying to cover myself in the cool, wet mud, but the creek bed's pretty dry. I hope this is enough to throw off their heat sensors!
I'm motionless.
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That low, nothing sound is the ship cruising over the clearing. If not for my decade with these things, I wouldn't even notice. That's the idea, anyway.
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Still hovering, but they haven't turned on their lights.
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Ambient light engulfs the area.
I can't move.
I feel disembodied for what seems like forever.
CONTINUED IN THE MYSTERY OF THE ABDUCTORS!
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