"Ahh!!", screamed the man as he entered the square room. It
was dark, with just enough light to see. His body flew down
onto the hard floor. The floor was hard, too hard.
The man was wearing a blue 2 piece uniform/jacket. It
had a dark blue stripe running down his jacket zipper.
Along with a "United Earth Military" written in small
letters on the corner of his jacket. His name was under it.
It stated "Lieutenant John J. Sanks".
He got up while clutching his hand on his arm. He
screamed again in pain, as a sharp pain rippled though his
shoulder. He turned his head up into the light from the
ceiling vent. He pulled his head down and looked at the
surroundings. There was nothing, just a dark color in a
room of nothing.
He noticed two bodies on the ground. One was female
while the other was male. These two people couldn't of been
more than 18 years old. He went over to the girl. She had
silky black hair, with blue eyes and a face that contoured
into a unavailing cuteness. Her body was nearly perfect
while her male companion was built strong and big. His face
was one of anger while her's was one of sadness and despair.
He had brown hair with a never shaven face. She looked up
at the Lieutenant.
He asked, "How old are you?"
The girl looked up at him. She had the same uniform he
had on with the exception of having no jacket. Her shirt
was filled with sweat. Her name tag hung from her neck. It
was clear, it read as 'Private Brithon Gades'. Her pants
and shirt were ripped. Brown frayed holes surrounded these
rips in her arm and her knees.
"I'm seventeen years old." She stated with a
unsureness in her voice. Her face was bruised up, but not
like the lieutenant's.
The Lieutenant turned to look at the man besides her.
He asked, "How old are you?"
The man wore the same clothes as the Lieutenant and
private but they weren't ripped as much as Brithon's. He
turned to face John. His face was semi-scorched with scabs
of cuts. He had black hair over his devastated face.
He stated, "Same as Brith. We were captured together."
John looked up at them in surprise. He inquisited,
"How long have yous been here?"
"A day," answered the man, "They dragged us off the
battlefield. It seems like they're testing or examining
"What did they do to you?" John asked to understand
what was happening. He pulled his knee up for a seat.
The man looked directly at him. His face stared in
horror, the horror they saw. There was a sound. It sounded
like a loud bang. The bang blew in a cold drift of
unhealthy air. John jerked his body around to the direction
of the bang. He was facing it now. From the open door came
a creature. The creature had a bony body. It looked almost
like a human. The creature had a exoskeleton look about it
with a gel substance around the bones of its body. It gave
out a white light as it moved. The creature put out its
arm, on the opposite arm there was something in its hand.
It was a weapon, sort of in the shape of a whip. The
creature pulled back its opposite arm and released a sound
that ripped the hardness of the floor. The echo of the whip
reflected off every solid wall around them. The man
reluctantly got up. He walked towards the creature. The
creature put its arm over the man's neck and pulled him out.
Bamm!!! Went the door for a second time. The door was
atleast the size of two normal doors stacked up.
John jumped up to investigate. He went over to where
the door was. He felt the wall. There was nothing but the
material that pushed out of the door. Similar to brick. He
turned from the wall in disgust. He looked at Brithon. Her
face was still on her knees from the way she was sitting.
He sat next to her.
Again he asked, "What did they do to you?"
She hesitated from speaking. Her mouth was shut while
her eyes looked like a dog's stare. She then pulled her
head up and out of her legs to speak.
"They. They.," she struggled with her emotions, "They
drug me into a room, similar to where he is going. Then
they took my clothes off."
She stopped abruptly. She started to give a cry. Her
head fell into her knees again. John pulled her closer to
him. He grabbed her and put her on his side.
She turned out of the cry and tried to continue. She
pulled her head up, while staring out into the distance.
She sputtered, "They are doing something. Here look at
She pulled her shirt down her shoulder. It looked
similar to the aliens who had them captured. There was the
bone and a glow on her shoulder.
She mumbled out in fury, "They're changing me."
She started to cry again. The Lieutenant held her
tight against him waiting to see if the man would come back.
The darkness of the prison was too dark. John noticed the
lights from the circulation vent on the ceiling fluctuating.
He sat there and pondered for a while. He held her close
during the thought. She still wept.
As the hours went by the Lieutenant fell slowly asleep.
Then suddenly another sharp bang was heard! The door had
opened again. Beneath the heavily lighted background were
two dark bodies. One was tossed into the room, while the
other standing up. The creature one closed the door and
walked away. The body fell. It rolled to the side against
the wall. It was the man. He had been returned. His
clothes all dirtied up.
John woke up startled. Brith shook in the surprise of
the loud noise. She pulled her hands over her ears. The
noise made it seem like she was noise sensitive. John rose
up. He offered a hand to Brith. She lazily accepted it and
stood up. The Lieutenant walked over to the man. He laid
there, shaking and in pain. John stooped down to the man's
level. The man had concealed his hand. Tears were actually
running down his face. John reached in to try and pull his
hand out. But the man resisted. He kept his hand as close
as it could be to himself. Brith walked over to him.
Finally John opened up the man's grip. His hand had
changed. It was now alien to the body. Instead of being
one, it now flashed as being semi-transparent. It contained
a gellike substance on the outside, and a lining of the bone
on the inside. John pulled himself away in horror. They
had changed him. The fifth finger in place of the thumb had
showed. John dropped his hand and jumped back.
Brith took a peak only to shriek in sickness. John
stood up and walked back to the wall. He sat back down.
Again another loud bang took the room hostage. The
Lieutenant kept a keen eye on the guard. With the bony arm
came a few jelly-fish like creatures. They had full
transparent bodies. Tentacles hung out from underneath of
them. And they were all dead. The door slammed again.
John pulled his arm back from where it was. The glare
was now gone. He stood up and walked to where the creatures
laid. The private walked over to them.
"We've been fed these before. They taste something in
the range of raw liver," she stated as she kneeled beside
one of them. She picked it up and ripped off the protective
layer it had on top of it's body. "But, it's all we got."
A slime, white liquid flowed out. John squinted back
John replied, "I'd rather die."
He kicked one of the creatures towards the door. Then
he abruptly ran towards the door and began banging on it.
His fist was tight. The sounds, tried but couldn't make it
through the wall. He began to go crazy.
"Why! Listen to me!! Damn Yous!!! AHHHHHH!!!" Atlas
he exhausted all of his energy. He went over and sat up
against a wall again. Brith just stood there staring at
He finally calmed down. He began to relax. The
lieutenant looked towards Brith.
They began to hold a conversation. While they were
doing this the man had fallen asleep.
John looked to Brith and asked, "So, if you're
seventeen. How did you make it into the war?"
Brith looked back at him. She shrugged, "I was
drafted. I've seen what happened on the front lines. I
didn't want to go. But it seemed like everything was lost
"My God, the war's gotten that bad?" He gave out a long
sigh in frustration.
She continued, "Most of us were thrown right out into
combat. We didn't have a clue at what was happening. One
day the sky was blue and not a sign of danger was in the
atmosphere. The next day, the sky was brown and there was
not a sign of life."
She started to give a little weep. Tears rolled from
John watched her.
"You know the last thing I remember, was being on a
beach. Relaxing. Thinking what a great place this world
is. Since it has made the Earth, the land so beautiful.
Now I find it hard to think about the Earth ever being the
way I remember her." He took a breath while staring out into
the darkness of the room. He continued,"Damn, we were just
about to think up a counterstrike. We figured if we could
capture one of their ships. That we could use it as a sort
of Trojan horse into their defenses."
She went and sat next to him. She looked at him
curiously, "A Trojan horse?" She asked.
The lieutenant looked up and then back at her. Her
face was seemingly perfect. Her body continued that trait
and everytime he looked towards her he couldn't help but
think, why? Why her?
He gave a chuckle, "Something in Greek mythology. The
Greek's entered their enemy's base through the use of a huge
horse. The enemy didn't know what happened till it was too
She smiled and then stared into his eyes. He continued
on, while she watched him observantly.
"In ways we could of won this war. It looked like it
was finally turning."
She moved herself closer and put her hand on his hand.
She looked down at his hand. Then back up at his face.
Tears started to roll down her face.
He looked down at her hand. He put his arm over her
"Sir," she looked up to him. "I've never experienced
love...And I don't think I ever will."
He listened to her. Following her lips as she talked.
"I seem to be not human anymore." She stopped briefly
to turn with her back facing him. She pulled off her shirt.
As she did this a whole line of alien skin showed. It was
becoming more of a common sight on her back. Now it spread
from the lower back up to the shoulders, all whitish gel and
showing the spinal chord with it's vertebrates.
She continued, "They seem to be using a drug on me.
It's changing me.."
She turned to him in a crying plea. "I don't want to
live without ever experiencing it."
He looked down at her, noticing the fulfillment of her
body. A tight stomach with a descent chest for her age.
"You never have? What about in school, I find it hard for
anything to not be attracted to you?" He stated quietly.
"We've been fighting them since I was 7, school
relationships were mostly shattered. We were raised as
machines, to keep our race alive." She explained.
Her arms spread upon his shoulders. She stared into
his eyes. And gently she pressed her lips onto his. He
responded. She kissed him again. He looked up to her with
a surprised stare into her eyes. She turned her face away.
John, being puzzled, dug his face underneath of hers.
Then a loud crack sound rippled through the room.
Light flashed in. The oppressor walked over. She jumped
back in fear. She pushed her arms over her head. The
creature continued in. It reached down and pulled her arm
up. She rose with slight resistance. Her body was drug out
like a dog carries around it's toy. As she was taken away
she looked back at John with pleading eyes.
Then John stood up. He hacked his arm over it's grip.
The creature with it's other spare hand. Slammed it's fist
into John's side, sending him flying backwards against the
wall. He hit the wall and fell down violently. The door
closed. The loud bang was heard.
As the door was closing John yelled out some last
words, "No!! Take me!! Take me you Bastards!!"
He laid there tending to his back. It was injured
during his latest confrontation with his enemy. He coughed
a few times from the magnitude of the punch.
Time went by. John finally got the energy to stand.
He looked over to the man. The lieutenant lifted his body
off of the ground and walked over to the man. On top of the
prison was a ventilation system. He figured he could use it
and find a way out.
The man just sat there. John looked at him, and kicked
his feet out from under him.
The man stood up. He glared into the lieutenant's eyes.
The lieutenant began talking.
"Good, now that I got your attention. I think I have a
plan." He pointed upwards. He continued, "See that. It's a
ventilation system. Could you help me in getting up there?"
The man nodded. He looked up. Then offered John his
hand so he could lift him up. John looked at the man as if
there was something wrong with him. He stepped into his
hand. He was lifted up to the top of the ventilation.
Inside the ventilation was a 1 and a 3rd foot opening. He
broke the metal grate on the outside protecting the vent.
John began to rip it off.
Finally it came undone. He ripped it out and threw it
down onto the ground. The man shook a tad bit. John
grabbed onto the side. The man let him go and sat back
down. Light shined through the vent. The Lieutenant pulled
himself up into the vent. He concluded that there was only
one reason for this. That there were other rooms. He began
down the vent towards the light. As he traveled further
through the vent he felt as if the walls were closing in on
him. The only thing that kept him moving was the light.
Each move he made rubbed harshly against the sides of the
tubing. After a few minutes he made it to a area where
another vent stood. He looked down into the grate. Through
the spaces between the metal shields of the plate he saw
something. A woman, or it seemed. And a alien creature.
John, in a rage, broke the seal that kept the grate
together. His fist went right through the grate.
Unfortunately his arm fell totally through. The woman
turned around. Her face, what was left of it. She had
almost totally reverted. It had a clear slime over the one
side, a mucussy look about it. The mucus spread from inside
one of her eyes to the underside of her nose. She just sat
there not acknowledging the calls of the Lieutenant. She
listened to the other creatures as if she had always been
amongst them. Then the doctor type creature walked over to
the helpless dangling arm. It had a scalpel type object in
it's hand. Some human skin was on the end of it. It
reached up to the top of his arm. John tried to pull his
arm back. The lieutenant couldn't. It was gripped tightly.
He began to go into a panic. A death panic. The scalpel
began to rub against his skin. Break the skin and enter his
body. Pain and blood flurrished. Slicing through the arm
down to the bone. It roughly rubbed against the bone. The
back and forth, back and forth grinding and scratching of
the bone screeched through every place imaginable. This
sent out a sensation like no other. Something not even hell
would put against you. He squinted in the mist of the pain.
Then he heard it. A slight click. A draft rose up at his
arm. Blood laid everywhere being sprung out from it.
All throughout this he gave a scream. Then John
suddenly broke his silence and gave one last scream,
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" One that was
guaranteed to be heard throughout the complex, no matter
where you were.
A long while later. The room was dark. The lieutenant
noticed it. He looked onto his left shoulder, he didn't see
anything. Then he glanced all around the room. No one was
in it. Just a vent and walls. All dark and damp. He
grabbed his left arm, the stub of bone that was left, and
fell to his knees. While he gripped his armless arm the
bone seemed to wiggle back and forth almost in a circular
motion. Looking out into the nothingness something came to
Realizing what he just did and went through. He gave a
last scream in this nightmare of his life,
rolled down as he quieted off. "No, no, no, no, no." He
shook his head violently inside the room. He began to cry
in his arm. A angry cry. The rage that was inside him
flowed out in this fluent way.
An illusion is something designed to fool us. And only
the brain can decide what is fake and what is real. If
someone wanted information bad enough, how would this person
go about doing it? With that in mind, how do we know that
what we see isn't an illusion?
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