My hands had been submerged into a chunky, squelching gunk-like substance. I looked around. Then I saw it. A fleshy half-eroded corpse with bloody eyes was staring into my soul. I screamed so loud that the shock of finding the mauled body increased. I frantically scrambled out. I was back in the arena. This has gone far enough I thought. A dead body? Cocoons? A smell so vile I tried not to breath? I was not in Arizona anymore.
I needed to get out of here. I started to climb up the sombre walls of the arena. The walls were icy cold and solid as a rock. However, as my hands moved up I noticed a slimy greasy substance was trickling down the wall. This added to the discomfort of climbing in zero gravity but I had no choice if I wanted to get out of this warped place. As I noticed the ceiling was becoming increasingly closer, a sign of triumph filled my heart. However, this emotion was mixed with anxiety, as I realised over the top of this wall, anything could awaiting me. Yet the fear of not knowing seemed to power me to continue climbing.
Further and further, I climbed. It became increasingly laborious as the greasy substance slipped under my palms of my hands, which, even though I was floating, made me feel very nervous and almost powerless. A funny pain in my stomach made me wish I did not wake up. However, those feelings vanished when I realised there was no more wall to climb. I thought this was it. All I had to do was look over this wall then all these questions would be answered, and I could put and end to this experience. Cautiously I peered over into the unknown…
A large, deep cave was staring at me. I was too scared so I tried to hide behind the wall, but I needed to know what was down there. So ever so carefully, I peered once more into the cave. I saw them. Aliens. Silver aliens with huge black eyes and small bodies with disproportioned heads. However, there was something wrong with them. They were not moving, unanimated. Thinking it was safe; I took a deep breath, and prepared my body for the unexplored adventure I was going to put myself through. However, the heroic thoughts stopped as something small and icy blue caught my eye. It was my motorbike keys. Finally, something I recognised! They started floating down into the deep cave, so I quickly pushed myself down to attempted to grasp them. The keys were gently floating down, and then landed on a metal grid. I kept pushing myself down until I landed onto the grid also. I could feel a sweltering gas rising from the grid. I looked around. I saw the aliens again. However, once more they were not moving. I was confused. Surely, they had noticed me. There huge beady eyes and metallic silver bodies just limply floated. I was keen to know whether they were real so I drifted over. As I got closer, the fear kicked in. What if I made them angry? What if I awoke them? Why haven’t they noticed me? Surrounded by thoughts, I didn’t realise how close I was to it. I place my hand on the alien. It felt like an icy cold metal and it sent shivers up my spine. As I turned it around, I saw the electrical components, wires, chips. It looked like the inner workings of a computer. “Spacesuits” I muttered to myself. Then...
Something tapped me on my shoulder. My heart stopped. My head was spinning violently. My breathing became deeper and deeper. I quickly turned around. So scared that I had almost stopped thinking. Huge beady eyes were inches away from my face. It was an alien spacesuit. I automatically reacted through violence and kicked it in the face. Its silver head fell off. I started swimming in the air. I thought I was going to be murdered. I had just kicked an alien! Why did I do something so stupid? I saw a glimpse of its disfigured face. It was a dark flesh colour, all wrinkled and sandpaper like. Then I saw a tunnel and without thinking, I forced myself against minus gravity to climb up it. It was covered in dust and brown, sticky filth. Not the best of escape routes. I could feel what felt like tree roots. I could not really make our where I was going. Then I felt something grab my ankle. It had me. I lost all faith. I knew nothing good could possibly come out of this.
I was pulled out of my tunnel and thrown onto the floor. I realised gravity was back as I was dragged along a corridor. It was all sandy and rough. Bits of glass and metal scratched me. I was screaming out of fear. I was trying to hopefully scare the alien but then I realised there was two of them dragging me. This nightmare was worsening. I saw an old boot and a pair of spectacles. Fragments of humans, remains of lives. I knew then these aliens knew how to scar peoples' souls and leave them living in fear for the rest of their life, if they even survived this nightmare.
I arrived at a large room. There were more aliens staring at me. I saw a stone slab underneath a huge opening in the ceiling. Dangling down was a rusty machine. I was sharply grabbed and thrown onto the slab. I was striped down to just my underwear. The cold dark stares on the alien’s faces told me they did not feel any emotion. I felt humiliated, scared, tormented. I had no idea what was going on. There was an elder alien. He must have been the leader. I blamed it all on him. The lack of commutation between the aliens told me then knew what they were doing. That frightened me even more. A sheet that felt like spandex was placed over me. At least, I was covered up. This thought went when a strange gas, similar to the one coming up through the grid was released and instantly tightened the sheet. I was trapped, helpless. Another sheet was place over me head. I could not see a thing. I wanted to know what they were doing, what they had planned. All I could do is wait. Then a sharp stabbing pain ran across my forehead, and then I saw a metal knife opening up the sheet. I could see with one eye. However, I did not want to see my own torture. A putrid jelly like substance was rammed into my mouth. It tasted bitter as it slid down my throat. I felt violated. Then something sharp was shoved into my mouth. It slit the sides of my mouth. At that moment, I just wanted to die. Then I felt something scratch down my throat into my stomach. It was a rusty pipe. What was it for? I was too scared to consider an answer. I needed to cough and throw up but the pipe was in the way. I thought that was going to be the worse part. I was wrong…
Something razor sharp pieced my neck. It was the most excruciating pain I have ever felt. It was murderous. I tried to scream but the pipe stopped all sound coming out. I wanted to run but I could not move my legs, as they were strapped to the slab. I felt helpless, petrified. I wanted to break down and cry but I was in so much terror I could not even bring myself to tears. It felt like my whole body was shutting down, piece by piece.
Then a silver metal clamped was nailed around my eye so I could not shut it. It was horrific that they were putting me through so much excruciating pain but the fact I had to watch it just made my stomach do back flips. I felt like a rabbit being mangled by vicious foxes. All I could do was wait until the pain stopped. However, I knew this was not the end. A milky white liquid was squirted into my eye. It stung so hard that I thought I was going blind as it made me feel extremely dizzy. I was a victim. Yet back at home, people helped victims. I was my only hero and I was the one who needed saving. The milky substance evaporated. That was the only positive part of this horrendous assassin. I could see clearly again. But that thought evaporated as well as I saw the machine emerge towards me. I knew it had some sort of evil powers. It came to a sudden stop. Then a needle came out.
Closer and closer
Rapidly faster
My heart was pounding out of my chest. I wanted to shut my eye but the clamp stopped me. This is my death I thought.
Closer
The fear in my heart was uncontrollable. Nothing could stop the manic thoughts whizzing around my head. Questions without answers. However, there was one I knew I could not answer…
Why me?
By Danielle Jones
