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Posted on Tue Jan 19th, 2021 @ 11:48pm by 1st Lieutenant Douglas Collier

Mission: Not Where I Belong
Location: Topic Location
Timeline: Current

My eyes slowly open while adjusting to the light. Its just as bright as before, except there's a red light pointing at me. The individuals in white seem to be on opposite sides of me. The one on the right seems to have some sort of reflective objects in both hands, speaking in a near-incoherent speech. I can't make out what he's saying, however, I notice that it put them down, touched me, and spoke more. Instinctively, I try to avoid his touch. He smiles and does something with his hand beside the bed, which makes me drowsy again, but not as much as the last time. Then, with more seemingly entering my system, I dose off.




















Some time later, I awake again. However, there isn't a bright light this time, only a dimmed room. I go to sit up, and I grasp my chest as a reaction to the great fit of pain. I look down, and notice stiches all across my torso. I don't remember How I got these. I don't even know how I got here, the bright light room, or where I came from. I struggle to remember anything about me, but nothing. It infuriates me, and I push through the pain as I sit up, and stand up. I quickly look around for a way out, and head there. Only to be momentarily stopped by a chain attached to my ankle. I try to yank the chain free, but my strength isn't back up. I instead notice a feeling of liquid permeate up the left arm, and form an odd hammer. What is this? no time for that. I hack at a link nearest to my ankle a few times, till it gives. The weird hammer reverts back to liquid as it recedes up my arm. I head for what I assume is the nearest exit, pain encompassing my body as I do all this.
Can't focus on the pain.
I feel the door for a handle. Odd, there isn't any. In fact, there isn't a way to open it from this side.
I cough, instinctively covering it, and notice some liquid hit my hand. Thick and crimson.
What did they do to me?
I begin feeling my way around the room. No other port of access, window, or way out. Besides the handleless door. I storm back to it and begin trying to force my way through, reguardless of the amount of pain and resistance my body puts up. The door is rattling vigourously, slightly caving in the shape of my fists with each punch, but nowhere near substantial enough to break through.
It would take too long to do so.
The knuckles are in almost as much pain as the rest of my body, blood splattering with each hit.
I will not die here.
All of a sudden, I hear a faint voice through the noise I'm making. Slowly being able to understand this language, he partially says;
"Stop...!"
I continue bashing the door. Unbeknown to me, it quickly slides open, and I hit the individual hard enough to hear bones crack and the air escape his body, and he flies a few feet back, landing on his back hard. The second his head bounces off the ground, I turn in a direction, and begin running. Not knowing who or what lies at the end.