The light gleamed off the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. It was soft, glowing yet harsh and glaring at the same time. He could feel the heat from it, but his body didn’t register it. He shivered, trapped in place.
A place – Where? He did not know. He did not care. Curiosity was never one of his strong points. He was always a very linear thinking, mind processes that went from point A to point B at the speed of thought. He didn’t want to analyze where he was or how he got there. That was for individuals like Billy.
He tried to move his arms again for what seemed like the millionth time. He couldn’t. He had no control over his body. Only his breathing seemed to be at his whim, yet even that seemed to him like it was not under his own power. Even though he saw nothing, he was being held in place – an invisible force keeping him pinned to the surface.
Surface of what? He pondered. He ran his fingers over the surface, perhaps hoping against hope that he could find something that would let him know where he was or some sort of release for this oppressive light and force field. It felt…cold; metallic to his touch. Like a table of some sort.
A table? A…table? An examination table?
He tried to speak out in disbelief, but no sound issued from his lips. His vocal cords were being suppressed by the light field as well. His mind searched through the various stories he heard. Recalled the many episodes of "The X-Files" Aisha insisted on watching. The books, the legends, the myths…
Aliens.
The soft clicking of heels on smooth marble, or what he could only imagine as marble, echoed slightly in the room, instantly diverting his attention from his escape attempts while fear entered his heart. He strained to see who was approaching, but it was all in vain. A shadow soon entered into his vision as he stared into the face of what many had seen, but few believed.
It had a bulbous, bald head with two eyes of jet that seemed to wrap completely around it. A slight nub protruded from the place where its nose was supposed to be while a tiny horizontal line marked its mouth. It skin, a pallid gray, glistened in the light. It watched him…studying him…like a scientist observing something it had never seen before.
Suddenly, another one appeared to his right. He had concentrated so much on the first one, he failed to hear the second one approach. More he sensed rather than saw, he could tell that there were two more at his feet. What they were doing, he cared not. He just wanted to leave.
The second one reached off to the side and pulled out a small silver tray. He couldn’t tell what was in the tray, but he knew. He knew from all the stories and all the television shows.
Surgical equipment.
The first one reached at the tray and he watched as the light gleamed off the tapered tip of something he could only image was some strange surgical scalpel.
A scalpel…a device that would cut through his skin like a warm knife through butter. He tensed as the blade came closer.
He tried to scream, to call up his NinjaTech Battle Armor. He tried his best to break free of the force field. His mind searched for ways that his masters had taught him to defeat an enemy when they felt they had the advantage. But not even his masters’ words would help, nor the face of his lovely Aisha.
As the scalpel descended and he could feel the cold blade pressed against his chest, Sean knew fear for the second time in his life.