“Christopher, look out!” I said, in a loud whisper. We ran for our lives and took refuge behind a nearby drystone wall. We sat anxiously in anticipation of the crash and wondering what types of creatures would emerge from the wreckage.
My heart pounded against the walls of my chest as we peered over the crumbling wall to watch the action. Would we be the first ever human beings to see genuine alien life forms or was it just the vivid imagination of two 14-year-old boys heightened by sleep derivation? However, there was no crash. The spaceship had landed, smoothly and silently. A metal podium slid out of one of its sides. ‘This is it,’ I thought to myself, as we shuddered behind the wall in anticipation.
A solitary figure emerged, shadowed by the darkness. It had a human shape, but as it came into the light, I saw it was huge, enormous in fact. It wore a layer of heavy amour, black as the night, which shimmered in the moonlight. It carried a peculiar looking weapon, as long as a hockey stick, and as thick as the wall I was hiding behind. It also wore a black helmet, which shielded its face from view. I had never seen any gear, weapon or armour of that sort before, and possibly no one in the entire history of man had either. Christopher inquired, “Do you reckon he is the leader?”
I had guessed it was the leader, as it signalled intentionally towards the spacecraft and almost instantly, more of its kind poured out. “There are hundreds of them!” I said, informing Christopher of the danger. They all wore almost identical gear to their leader, except they wore cerulean blue helmets instead.
As they marched into position, Christopher asked, “What’s that on their shoulders?” Just as I noticed an emblem on all their weaponry, it was an eagle, noble and courageous. They continued to mobilize their troops, as though inexhaustible. The thought that had never occurred to me was that they could have come from the future.
As I sat, deep in thought, I realized they could have heat or motion sensors. In that case, we would be discovered. Maybe they were waiting for us to make the first move. The leader signalled to one of his fellow comrades, and then to the wall which concealed me from their sight. “I think he’s spotted us!” I cried. I tried to run, but my feet were rooted to the ground. The leader started walking in our direction and then abruptly stopped beside me. I could not see its face as its helmet was tinted, but as I knew it was as inquisitive about me as I was about it. All of a sudden, I felt the arctic metal of a firearm to the back of my head. I heard the desperate cries of Christopher, suffering the same fate, as it viciously swung its revolver at me and knocked me clean off my feet. I fell to the ground, knocked unconscious.
When I regained my senses, I found myself in a pitch-black room no bigger than a prison cell. As my eyes were accustomed to the lack of light, I looked around. Christopher was nowhere to be seen. It was virtually empty except for a small table, which lay broken in the corner of the room. I fumbled for the door handle, but to my horror, there was none. There was a window on the door and I peered through it. The corridor was lit up with neon lights and the walls were translucent silver. There were doors as far as the eye could see all different shapes and sizes. There were square ones, circular ones, and even triangular ones, all multi coloured.
One particular door caught my attention though. It was sort of rhombus shaped, coloured bright orange with strange inscriptions wrote on it in black. ‘What are these creatures?’ I thought to myself. What strange language were all these inscriptions from? Suddenly I heard the indistinguishable cries of Christopher, screaming “Please, please don’t hurt me, I’m begging you.” The sounds of a drill or similar appliance echoed through the chambers. Then silence.
As I got up, the lights immediately flicked on. I was not in a room after all, I had been held captive by aliens in a laser force-field contrapment! Chances of escape looked minimal as I frantically shouted for help, but to my dismay, none came. Maybe this was the end for me. What ill fate awaited Christopher? Would I ever see him again? Would I ever see the earth again? Would I ever meet my family again? Or was I doomed to spend eternity, rotting away in this laser-lined cell?
