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How did I get here?I rub my head as if that will jog my memory.
I don’t remember much, only flashes of scenes. Scarlett and I leaving the movie theatre. Then, there was some lightning. Some pushing. I remember feeling like I was being squeezed so tightly that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to breathe. Then we woke up here in this big silver cage. When I first opened my eyes, maybe yesterday or a few days ago. I don’t know when; there’s no way to count the hours or days here. But when I woke up, the room was spinning. No doubt, we had been drugged and trafficked.
But none of us expected by whom.
Then I saw them. My heart is racing at the memory. That clear memory. Aliens. I thought I was hallucinating. But the smell, the fear, the cold cage, it’s all too real to be only in my head.
The aliens look exactly like the aliens that abduction survivors talk about. They’re small, green, and have big black eyes. They are so big I can see my reflection and my background in them. The aliens don’t speak to us. And aside from the noises we make in the cages, the ship is deathly silent if it is a ship.
There are a lot of other humans, all abducted at about the same time and all almost naked. We’re all covered with a certain amount of filth too. We’ve not done much since we have been here except sit in cages. There’s the constant sound of someone crying. It seems like we all take turns. I’ve had my turns. Thankfully, no one has freaked out and tried to hurt anyone else. Scarlett thinks this is because our food or water must be drugged to keep us calm. She keeps asking, “Why am I not freaking out?” And maybe she’s right, but I feel pretty scared. I’d think that if I were drugged, I wouldn’t be so petrified.My hands won’t stop shaking.
While we’ve been here, the aliens have systematically taken us one by one to do medical experiments. I can hear everyone screaming in terror when it’s their turn. Their terror also breaks the silence. Every time a group of aliens comes to the cage door, we know they will take one of us, and a quiet fear passes through the metal cage like an electric shock.
Today, the green aliens point to me. I try to resist. I grab ahold of the cage and refuse to let go. I scream, “No!” But it’s futile. I’m pulled out by robot hands and delivered to the waiting aliens with metal strings all around me so that I can’t move. I don’t stop screaming as I’m effortlessly led away.
I’m floating between a group of aliens with some advanced technology, and not one alien is talking. Every corner we turn, I’m frightened of what I’m going to see or what’s going to happen next. Finally, we enter a room full of transparent computer screens and what looks like instruments of torture. I can’t remember if I was already screaming, but I found a new strength in my screams when I entered this room.
Now, I’m just floating naked and unable to move. The aliens surround me. Looking down at me with their big black eyes. Stupidly, all I can think as I see myself in their reflection is that I thought I’d look worse before I was killed.
They’re touching my whole body. Small green hands with bubbled fingers touch me where my stomach and my ovaries are. Their fingers feel like slippery ping-pong balls caressing me. I want to thrash, kick, and escape but can’t move. I begin to cry hysterically. “No. No. Stop.” I’m frantic. Then, there’s a bright light accompanied by the most severe pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I feel like a knife went up my vagina and was slowly turned multiple times, all the while the slimy ping pong finger kept touching my abdomen.
* * *
“Where am I?”
“Still here,” Scarlett answers softly, and I realize I’m back in the cage. She’s holding me, using her free hand to brush my hair back from my face and comfort me. I don’t tell her what happened because I don’t even know what happened. I only remember the pain.
I feel like a lab rat. Trapped. I don’t know what will happen to us, and it makes me depressed to think whatever our futures hold, it’s out of our control.
I slowly sit up, expecting pain from my abdomen, but surprisingly, there isn’t any. “Our families will be so worried, and the police won’t have any clues as to where we’ve gone. It makes me wonder about all those unsolved mysteries even more now. How many of them were alien abductions?”
“Or this could be some kind of gigantic science fiction cosplay.”
“It’s too scary, too disgusting, and definitely too painful to be just for fun,” I say, still considering her suggestion. We’re in cages with hardly just random scraps to use as clothes. Once every few hours, an AI cleans the cages with a strange kind of water that leaves a weird taste in my mouth. And everything seems very high-tech. What cosplayer would have this much money to play out an alien abduction like this? “No, this is all too real,” I repeat under my breath as if somehow muttering that will change the situation like we are in a computer game, and that’s the key to escape or stop the game.
A wave of guilt washes over me that I’m glad Scarlett is with me, and I try to wish it away as we stay close for body heat. Brainstorming every few hours as to why we are here. What would these aliens want from ordinary humans? But we both suspect that we’re here for experimentation. The aliens want to impregnate us or something. Isn’t that what always happens in the alien abduction documentaries that no one believes?
I close my eyes and wish this was a very bad dream, but I know it’s very real, and the possibility that I’ll ever have my normal life again is slim to none. And just when I think I don’t have any tears left, I begin to cry. Scarlett holds me closer to her, and I confess, “Maybe this is the universe’s punishment for me not being there for my dad.”
“Stop. That’s nonsense. You couldn’t have done more. Depression is a disease. You can’t keep blaming yourself for what happened.”
What happened was my mother died of cancer. My father and I struggled to get by without her, and one day, I returned home to find my father dead. He left me a note. He said he loved me but couldn’t go on.
I can’t stop crying when I think about it, and the only good thing is that my grief for my parents far outweighs how I feel about being abducted by aliens at the moment.
Three
Sem
“Sem,” the commander’s voice is clear in my comms. “They’re almost out of the Solar System. How far are you? We can’t find you on sensors. You’ve got to get them.”
“I’ve already got my deflectors up,” I reply. “Don’t worry, Commander. They won’t make it to jump coordinates before we catch them, and they won’t even know we’re there until we’ve got them.”
“There are at least twenty humans on that ship, maybe more.” I hear Ash chime in from behind the commander on the base.
“We’ll get them,” I say confidently.
“May the goddesses guide you,” Commander Fox says. “Swiftly now.”
