Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27008899-20151227110154

Her eyes open as she awakens. The white fog clouding her vision begins to fade, the light hanging high above her comes into focus. She looks down at the wooden table in front of her. Erica realizes she is sitting upright in a chair. It at that moment also realized her head was killing her. "Ugh." she groans aloud as she goes to put her hand on her head, only to be stopped by the chains that bind them behind her. She tugs a few times only to hear the clank of metal against metal with each yank. She looks around the solid white room. Before her is a single door with no windows. On the wooden table lays a manila envelope and another chair sits directly across from her.

"Hello?" she cries out, praying in her head for someone to answer her. She tries moving there chair, but quickly realizes it is secured to the floor. "Can anyone hear me, hello?" she cries out again giving up her struggle. She looks down and sees an unfamiliar sight. The blue jump suit is definitely not what she put on before leaving her house. She startled by the sound of the door latch snapping open. In steps a young man wearing a black suit. The light from above gleaming off his highly polished shoes. The tall figure stops and stares curiously at Erica. Then makes his way to the table.

"Please help me!" she screams, again struggling with the chains behind her. As he walked toward her she could make out the grip of a pistol under his blazer as it gently swayed with his stride. "Who are you?" she asked as tears begin to form in her eyes. "Are you going to kill me? Please", she begged "I just want to go home." She felt the warmth of her tear stream down her face. The man sits in the chair and removes a tape recorded from his left breast pocket. He then reaches into his right hand pocket and pulls put a strange looking black metal stick and places both on the table in front of him. He folds his hands and rest them on the table. His hands slightly, but noticeably trembling.

"Who are you?" he asks in a deep baritone voice.

"Erica Walker. Can you please tell me why I'm here?"

"I was going to ask you the same question. Can you tell me about the crash?"

Erica sits puzzled for a moment before replying, "I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about. Please let me go."

Picking up the recorder the man asks, "Can you tell me what you do remember?"

Erica tries to think of what could be referring to. She begins, "My friend and I, we were going to Vegas for the weekend. We took a wrong turn and ended up on Route 6. I...I can't remember much after that. Please let me go, my head...it's hard to think."

The man looks at her and with a nervous grin says, "That is a nasty bruise on your head. I'm sorry but I need more information than that. Are you saying you and a friend were driving down Route 6?"

Something flashes in Erica's head as as she begins to remember more, "There was...a light...in the sky. It grew brighter as we drove. The car, staled out as we got closer. It...aah...my head. I don't know what happened."

The man opens the envelope and sorts through the papers. He pulls out a photo and pushes it toward Erica. A photo of her friend, but not as she remembered her. Her friend lay on the ground with several cuts and bruises. Her eyes cold and lifeless. Erica begins to weep at the sight of her long time friend as she looks down upon the photo.

"Oh, Tracy. No, please tell me she is ok."

"No, she's not. She's dead." the man said in an almost insulted tone, "now I need you to tell me what happened."

Frustrated with Erica the man slides his arm across the table accidentally knocking the black piece of metal to the floor. It beeps and begins playing a message:

"Expedition 49 subject 71 and 72. The subjects were found driving down what is known to them as Route 6. Both subjects are female. Both seem to be in good health and neither were injured in the extraction. We will begin testing to see if either are a candidate for the insemination project."

The message stops as the man picks up the object. He looks up at the horrified face of Erica.

"I, remember. We were drawn up into the light. It was very calming. We, simply floated up. The next thing I know I was laying on a table naked. These, things, they were, doing things. Experiments I think. They had, huge black eyes, and big heads. I...ahh...my head, I can't. Why can't I remember? Play more."

The man stood with a confused look for a moment and placed the object on the table. Another message began:

"Subject 71 has been found to be a perfect match for our DNA. We will begin insemination process in a few moments. Subject 72 was unfortunately uncooperative. Attempts sedate the subject failed. The damn thing nearly took my head off when I approached for the pelvic exam. Subject 72 escaped and her whereabouts are currently unknown. I am scheduling the memory wipe for subject 71 with Doctor Yuvi."

The object clicked off again. Erica looks at the man as he stars down at her. He sits in the chair and opens the folder again. He pulls out another photo and slides it to Erica. She looks down at the photo. She could not make out what she was looking at. It appeared to be little more than a mangles mess of steel burning. Bodies of the creatures she described lay randomly around the mass of steel. He said nothing and just looked at her.

"They, the creatures, were trying to inject Tracy with this blue liquid. She kicked one and broke free. She ran. I remember laying there looking up at one of the monsters. It had it's fingers on my head. It was as if it was sorting through my memories. Then I heard an alarm sound. That's the last I remember. Next thing I know I woke up here. Tracy must have, somehow, crashed the ship."

The man pulled one last picture from the folder and walked over to Erica. He drops the photo down in front of her. He looks down at her with an angry scowl.

"I don't know what you heard from that object, but it sounded like a bunch of noise to me. I'm tired of the games. I'm going to ask you one last time, creature, who are you and why are you here."

Erica looks down at the picture of her body at the crash site severed in half. 