This is my FIRST attempt at a short story. Its about 1300 words. It needs some punctuation repairs and some other editing so its an experimental rough draft from a newbie. I hope you enjoy it, and please be gental; its my first time!
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Lights of The Night.
The lights were blinding, and staying in control was difficult. I swerved to avoid the collision, but it was impossible. The sounds that accompanied the experience were defining and thundered in my ears. I felt a terrible fear within me swell as the collision was inevitable. The whole chain of events came upon me so swiftly that I was so disoriented and confused. I thought I could keep control, but in the end I had failed. The impact was so great that I was unable to recognize what had pierced the windshield: it was slender and long, and upon impacting the metal created a flurry of sparks. Blindly, I stumbled from my vehicle and stared toward the sky to the intense burning of the bright lights that segregated me from the darkness of the woods.
I could hear voices now, they were frantic and faint at first, but I could tell that they were coming ever closer. As they descended upon my broken body their aggression, or perhaps fear escalated in the inflection of their voices. They looked upon me with a single red eye. Like a laser that penetrated the smoke of the crash, it scanned my body seemingly searching for something. I felt many hands upon me at once; I could not tell if it was from one being or not, but they were quite forceful in bringing me into an upright position. I shielded my eyes from the blinding light from above; but it seemed to creep through the crevices despite my efforts.
I heard the sounds of something that I would assume was designed to contain me, yet I was unable to make it our or the mysterious figures that stood before me. With a great impact I felt my flesh violated by something sharp and metallic. I let out a scream which brought my assailants to their knees. I felt this was my chance to escape. Their brief moment of incapacitation would surely allow me the opportunity to flee. I tried to break free from the many hands that bound me when I started feeling a little woozy. My vision had become blurred and the sounds of their chatter became long, drawn out, and slow. As my legs buckled, I remember seeing the earth rushing toward me just before my vision faded to black. I felt that I was no longer in control of my body. The line of conscious and unconscious had been blurred. I could not react, but I could sense that I was somehow floating or being suspended into the air. They were taking me, and there wasn’t anything I could do but simply drift off to sleep.
I awoke from my slumber on the tail end of a dream. I can’t recall its details at the moment, but I feel it’s important. What’s more important now is my predicament. My body was cold and laying flat on a shiny metal table. There is still a bright light in my eyes, but much closer. I could hear the inaudible murmurs of talking just to my left but I was bound at could not turn to see my captors. However, I did notice many strange instruments and machinery strategically placed around me. They were most menacing looking in nature. On the table to my left was sharp and shiny objects aligned with a certain intelligent order. Other machines where humming with pumps, tubes, and monitors that flashed unrecognizable symbols. I felt so alone and frightened; so very out of place that I could only pray I was dreaming. I knew that instruments around me, and the very room I was in was designed for a medical purpose; or perhaps exploration?
The events of my dream quickly crashed upon me seemingly out of nowhere. I could now remember—and more importantly deduce—what had happened to me. My people have told me that because I was different that others would be afraid of me. They would not understand me and try to learn what they could. I suppose our goals were similar, to understand that in which we do not know. My mission for that night was to survey their sleeping habits; to learn why some slumbered while others still stirred in the night. It was a peaceful and relaxing assignment in which I was gathering a fair amount of data. Then, without warning, a terrible roar ripped through night air. My instruments came to life and the proximity warnings sounded. I was so completely surprised by this intrusion I was not able to react quickly enough to make for safety. Off the horizon was a small glowing dot that grew quickly and at tremendous speed as it closed on my position. I had been trained to react and Identify this threat; but it was too late. The missile pierced my cockpit so quickly, that its propulsion was still burning before it had time to expire and glide. The force of the intruder was so great that it passed me and buried itself deep within the aft of my hull where it exploded. I soon lost control of my craft and quickly lost altitude crashing just a few clicks from the point of impact. I must attribute my survival to the cushioning affect the unique foliage of this area provided as it took the brunt of the force from my crash.
I soon realized that I must leave the ship before the aggressors arrive; I knew they were on their way. I would tend to the ship later so that they would not have access to unique technologies, but for now I had to make my escape. Still in the moment, I had not realized how badly I had been damaged until I tried to maneuver myself from within the hatch. That is when I saw them, the glowing red eyes of their weapons have sighted me; taunting me; showing me where on my body the flesh would be pierced. I then knew as their flying machine made its way over to me with its bright lights that there was no escape. I could sense their fear, and should not have been surprised when I was fired upon, but I was. The pain surged through my body and I could not contain the howl of agony I was in. I was however surprised at their reaction as they fell to their knees, and holding their head in a manner that suggested discomfort. I was too weak to run; they have drugged me instead of delivering their death blow.
One of the humans came over to the table in which I was lying. His face was masked as if he had no mouth. I could see my reflection in the glass that covered the rest of his face. My helmet had been removed, and tubes were intertwined into my face where I would normally take in and dispel atmosphere for survival. They must have realized that I was unable to breathe the air in the same way they do by the haphazard way in which this was applied to me. With a sense of urgency and surprise they scrambled for a way to allow me to breath. Another male approached to the right and was dressed similarly to the other. He held a long metallic object with two circular blades at its end. It was a terrifying thing to behold. I looked back to the man on my left. I had determined him to be the leader. I was unable to speak, and he probably would not have understood if I had but I tried to plead with my eyes for him to go no further, to let me go. He glanced at me with what I thought was compassion, but could also see that the desire to learn was much stronger. I had gone through training on the human language, it was so complicated and very different from my own with so many varieties. Through all the chattering in the background I was only able to discern bits and pieces. But I’ll never forget what the –doctor as I think they call him—said. “Activate the Probe.”
(c) C. Thomas
