Abduction

A vast, vast field of blackness. Then, scattered with millions upon millions of illuminated specks. Some of them were larger than others, brighter as well. I was floating amidst them, twirling and rolling within their excellence. Was I in Space?

I was hurtling, without feeling, straight through the specks. I flipped and tucked my body, trying to adjust my eyes to see anything but the emptiness. Until my eyes were blinded by the largest, brightest speck of them all, its radiance paralyzed me. No longer was I hurtling and rolling. I was falling. Was I falling? Yes, I was falling. I was falling. I was falling. I WAS FALLING until I wasn't.

I was against a cold, metal surface. I was still, but the light remained blinding. My muscles twitched, begging me to shield my scorching eyes away from the rays. I felt their presence before I saw them, hot but cold at the same time. They had me surrounded on this raised platform. Their shadows varied in size, some small and some large. They were cast onto the ceiling beyond the light. They were wielding strange objects. Objects with pointed ends, long, cylinder objects, and sharp, menacing objects I had never seen before. Something inside me told me they were meant to harm me.

I could feel the fear boiling up within me, seizing up my chest and crawling under my skin. I wanted to yell, to flail my arms and fight them away, but I was frozen. I was frozen in my fear, frozen in the light. Frozen until the pointed tool reared its shiny, metal surface before me, blocking out the light only for a moment. My hand snapped upward in instinct. I latched my fingers around what I assumed was my abductor's own hand, forcing the tool away.

I heard them, strange noises erupting on all sides of me. More of their hands gripped at my lashing limbs, holding me down and restraining me. Their faces appeared before me. They were blended with black dots within my vision, blurred and hazy from the light I had endured too long. Their eyes were large and goggling, lips pink and twisted. My own fear told me it was malice in their gaze, but my intuition told me otherwise. There was fear behind those glossy eyes. It took all of them to subdue me. I was larger than them by at least four feet and much stronger. They were afraid of me. They were communicating in a language I could not understand, but I interpreted it as urgent and frantic.

One of them, one taller than the rest, raised a shiny vial full of liquid, a sharp point on one end. He was saying something, something loud. The others held me tightly to the surface of the podium. I strained at their weight, but I knew it was no use. I yelled out, begging them to let me go, but I knew they could not understand. The sharp vial glistened in the blinding light and descended in slow motion toward me.

At that moment, that seemingly long moment, I accepted my fate. I was alone when they found me. Perhaps that's why it was me who they decided to abduct because I was alone. They saw me and were bewildered. They had no idea what I was. They feared me because I was different from them. And, oh, the things they could learn from me. I was their experiment, their discovery. I was their alien.

As the pointed vial broke through my skin and ejected its substance into my bloodstream, I ascended back to my emptiness. I ascended back to the blackness, back to the illuminated specks. Somehow I knew, at this point, I would be falling for a long, long time.