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I was being led through a long silver hallway. It was like I was sleepwalking. I had no control over my body. The floor felt cold beneath my bare feet as my body moved farther down the corridor. My footsteps echoed as I walked along the metal corridor, but they weren’t the only ones. Behind me I could hear the heavy clanking of metal against metal. I started to panic. I couldn't turn my head to see who was there and I couldn’t stop myself from walking. What was happening? Who was this person?
Suddenly I stopped. In front of me was a large door metal like the rest of the corridor. The person behind me finally stepped in front of me. The thing wasn’t human. It was freakishly tall, covered in metal armor from head to toe. The armor was all metal and seemed to be glowing with just the faintest hint of green. It held what I assumed was a gun; the weapon was like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was big and looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. The metal man put his hand on the door, causing it to send a green wave through the door and into the armor the thing was wearing. My heart was racing and I felt my breathing increase. As his hand pulled away from the I could only see four fingers. Whatever this was was not human.
The door slid open to what looked like a futuristic hospital room. All along the walls there were weird looking devices. Underneath them were panels with buttons and screens and in the middle of the room was a table. Above the table was a bright light; I assumed it was attached to something, but I couldn’t see what. It all seemed surreal, like something you would hear about from one of those crazy conspiracy movies about aliens. Was that was this was? Was I abducted?
The being stood at the door as my feet started move me into the room. I heard the door close behind me as I entered the strange room. I was heading for the table in the middle and as I climbed on and laid down I realized I was naked. I could feel the cold metal underneath me and the goosebumps all over my body. I was petrified; I was exposed with no way to help myself and no idea where I was or what was going to happen. The sound of the door opening again alerted me that there was someone else here.
Three faces stared down at me. One was human, a man with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a suit I think, I couldn’t see much past his neck, but he was wearing a black tie with a white shirt under a suit jacket. The other two faces were covered in white masks, but their heads were unusually large. The human walked away from the table leaving alone with the two masked figures. One of them reached out to touch my face and I could see it only had four fingers, just like the being that brought me here.
“Don’t kill this one this time, huh?” The hand stopped just above my head and then I heard one of them speak. It wasn’t English. It was a strange language and the masked being spoke it with a harsh tone.
“All I’m saying is, last time it was a hell of a mess to clean up and I’d rather not do it again.” I heard the sound of a cigarette lighter and then the smell of smoke, and then the being's hand touched my face and everything went black.