Chapter 16:
Abducted
Susan’s eyes flutter open as she tries to gain consciousness.
She struggles to find her fingers through the numbness of her body, realizing
her wrist are contained against her will. Her back is flat, but her eyes are
still a blur as she struggles to make sense of where she is at and what is
happening.
Voices are muffled in her head as she grapples to translate
the sounds into words. She shuts her eyes tightly, trying to gain control of
her body.
“I’m not finding anything in her DNA.” She translates a
male’s voice into words.
Clicking noise. What
was that clicking noise?
Her brain quickly scans her memories.
Computer. It’s a
computer.
“She might be waking up soon. We need to make choices.” A
female voice announces. “Should we deliver her?”
‘Deliver her?’ Where
was she? What did that woman mean?
Susan slowly pries her eyes open again. The blurriness is
slowly clearing, trying to find focus on the items in the room. Two people are
in the room that she can make out. One sits at a computer and the other stands
behind him, their backs toward her.
She pulls hers abs toward her feet. Confined; Straps are around
her ankles and wrist. She lays her head back against the bed and watches as the
man plugs things against the computer. The woman’s body begins to turn around
and Susan quickly closes her eyes.
“She’s still out. Do you release her? What about the other
woman?” The woman asks.
Oh my gosh! They have
my aunt!
Her eyes swell at the thought, quickly replaced by a sense
of rage as she begins to remember the abduction.
My mom? Do they have
my mom? Who was that woman that looked like my mom… it wasn’t my mom…
“I’ll look at the test results. If they are negative as
well, let’s release them together.” The man decides.
Susan breathes deeply, sneaking a peek through her eyelids
as he stands up from the computer.
“Blain,” the woman stops him, using the man’s name.
“Yes?” he answers her.
“Prepare yourself; if more tests are needed on the women. They might not want to release them yet.”
The woman warns.
Susan tries not to panic.
More test? What kind
of test?
She struggles to silence and calm her
breathing. She needs to find out a much as she can before showing consciousness.
Be smart Susan. Figure
out what is happening here.
She tries to walk her mind through the events.
The sound of the door opening and then shutting softly
echoes the room. She peaks toward the computer, trying to find the woman but
the woman’s body no longer is visible.
Think Susan. Think.
She preps herself, finding strength to take a gamble and try
to sit her body back up. Opening her eyes and scanning the room, it is empty.
It appears to be an examining room. Doctor tools sprawled out on silver trays
lining a counter, lights are dim, and the high tech computer screen flashes
alive with graphs and percentages.
She stares down at her wrist and legs again, pulling against
the restraints, desperately trying to free herself.
Footsteps begin to echo outside the door and she quickly
rest her head back to the bed shutting her eyes.
The door opens.
“Put her in the room with her Aunt. When they wake, we’ll
move them to a holding, until further instruction is given.” The woman
instructs.
“Yes. Mam,” the new male voice agrees.
Susan listens as two clicks are given and the gurney begins
to roll, the door eventually shutting behind them. The lights appear brighter through her closed
eyelids as she struggles to hold them tightly shut against her instincts.
Play opossum
Susan…play opossum.
She continues to try to direct herself, while listening to
the surroundings around her, but before she can make any plans she feels the
gurney stop. The man was unstrapping her legs.
He’s unstrapping me!
He’s unstrapping me.
Her legs loosen against the restraints, quickly free and he
moves himself to her hands. She hears a door open in the process.
Is there two people?
There might be more people. Do I go? Do I run?
As her mind is racing with questions, her body is intensely
filling with adrenaline and when the last strap completely frees her, she
flings her body forward off the gurney and begins to run.
The hallways are brightly lit, doors lining the halls…
Where do I go? Where
do I go?
Susan begins to panic as footsteps echo behind her. She
slams her body against a door trying to find a way out, jiggling the knob…
panic heavily descending upon… suddenly; a hand slams against the small window.
“Help!” screeches a
voice from the other side of the door as the hand continues to slam against the
glass.
Susan’s body almost falls to the floor as she pushes, her
back pummeling against the wall, giving her a swift preview of the man coming
down the hall toward her.
His bald head and black clothing are almost a blur as she
pushes her feet against the tile, pounding back down the hall.
The hall finally branches; she can choose to go left or
right, swiftly choosing right, almost sliding against the floor. The hallway
has fewer doors and becomes dimmer. An exit sign is lit red against above an escape;
her legs suddenly feel they are moving at a more urgent speed, her arms already
forward, anticipating the relief to enter through the other side.
Her hands slam against the bar, it flying open and slamming
against the wall behind it. Stairs; lots of stairs; only going up.
Involuntarily her head swings behind her, searching for the man that is running
after her. She has no visual but hears his shoes echoing down the hall. Susan
struggles to focus for a brief moment; breathes heavy, sweat slowly forming
among her temples, her body launches towards the steps, legs skipping over
every other step as she charges up them.
She finally pauses on the third set, catching her breath
briefly, noticing footsteps charging up
behind her. Multiple footsteps now; there are more people coming for her. Pausing,
her head reaches up the middle of the staircase, finding the exit doors leading
to new levels, knowing choosing one is a game of roulette. Continuing, hammering
against the stairs, towards the top. Her body is becoming heavier, and the
realization of the adrenaline working hard against her heart is more evident.
She decides to exit the next door, trying to keep her eyes
sharp, and her head clear. The door slams hard against the wall as she tears
through; another lit hallway, appearing more like an office building than a
science lab. She decides to hide. She needs to catch her breath and grab her
head around the situation. She needs to observe her surroundings and figure out
where to go next.
She flings her body down a hallway; vaguely hearing steps behind
her, door slamming open behind her, as they
finally make to the exit. Her time was limited. First door locked. Second
door locked. Third door…OPENS.
She runs in the large room, between a conference room and
office perhaps. It is darker, the lights dim. She slams the door behind her and
turns around… but something is staring back at her.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, her body walking backwards toward
the door.
The creature is gray, thin, large head, wide black eyes. Staring
dumbfounded at her. “Who are you?” it murmurs in a low throaty gurgle.
Her hands struggle to find the knob, “Wrong place.” She
stutters, flinging the door open and running back out.
But men were there. Waiting for her. Black suits, black
glasses, barricading her escape. She quickly turns to run the other way, but a
woman stands there, her eyes… a deep violet… “You?” Susan gasps. “Your eyes! It was you!” she screams running toward the woman.
The door pops open from the side as the stereotyped creature
pops his head out, observing the situation.
The woman grabs at Susan’s arms when she struggles to push
her body passed the figure. Susan flings herself violently against the woman as
the men close in on her.
“Let go!” Susan screams. “Let go!”
“You’re making it worse!” the woman yells back her.
She suddenly feels her arms contained by the two strong men,
and then…. Dizzy…
“Don’t drug me again! Get off of me!” she demands, feeling
the screams vibrating against her vocal cords.
Then darkness.
**********
Susan lifts her head parallel to her sitting body, her hands
free in her lap. She focuses her eyes in the area, reminding her of an integration
room she has witnessed in the movies.
“Good you’re awake.” The deep voice announces coming through
a door, letting it shut behind him.
His face is long, his eyes almost hallow in his sockets, and
the room shades his face as he stands near the corner of the room, dressed in
professional black suit and tie, little left for expression.
Susan tries to find her voice and thoughts among the silence
of the room. She has so many questions, anger, confusion but sits quietly,
waiting for his lead.
“You’ve put us in a difficult situation, Susan Smith.” He
announces sliding his tall, stalky body into the seat across from her, a thin
metal table between them now.
Her eyes follow him as his fingers clasp between each other,
making a fist resting on the table top.
“You were to be released after brief questioning. You have
complicated things by running.” He dryly informs her.
She stays quiet, her eyes staring deep at him, trying to
figure out exactly who or what he is. His appearance is so human, but his eyes
are foreign, unlike any human eyes she’d have ever seen.
“Do you want to explain to me what you have witnessed at
your attempted release?” he probes.
She slowly shakes her head, still not finding her voice. She
isn’t sure if it is because she chooses to not speak or is simply speechless.
He sets a vanilla folder on the table, as if it appeared
from nowhere, and slides it towards her.
Susan looks at it briefly and then him.
“Open it.” He instructs.
She flexes her fingers in her lap and slowly moves her hand
to the table top, a bit shaky, finding her tips against the vanilla cardboard
and flipping it open.
Lots of words, but as her eyes focus on the computer print
she reads: her name, her birthdate, address and sees pictures of herself. Her
eyes find him for a brief moment as she flips the paper over, seeing more
pictures of her home. Flipping again she finds random pictures of Dan and Janet
on the boat, information on their birthdays, Dan’s family…
She gasps and her breathing becomes heavy, her eyes find him
again trying to find explanations.
“We’ve been following you and your family for a while, you
simplified it by coming to us.” He informs her.
Susan shakes her head in denial, “What is going on?” Her
hands find her forehead, pushing the hair away, now shielding her eyes.
“Susan Smith, you tell me what is going on.” He demands
matter of fact.
“I don’t know!” she exclaims exasperated, pulling her hands
and slamming them to the table. “I don’t know what’s going on!” she screams
louder, pushing away from the table.
“Mrs. Smith, calm down or we will need to sedate you.” He
warns.
She struggles to control her breathing and grab her
bearings, pulling her seat back into the table she slowly speaks, “For me this
is a really bad dream.” Closing her eyes for a moment and then opening them,
seeing the strange face in front of her, forcing her brain to process the
entirety of the situation, “Sir…?” she begins, searching for permission to
speak.
“Agent XXG, Mrs. Smith.” He introduces.
“Okay…” she answers confusingly, “Agent XXG, please walk in
my shoes for a moment. Please think when you were a normal person, hopefully at one time in your life you have
experienced this?” she tries to search his deep sockets for answers.
His hallow dark eyes almost blink at her but he says nothing
as he stares back.
The silence haunts the room for a brief moment until he
shifts the conversation, “Tell me what you now of your mother and descendants.”
Her head double takes in a moment of confusion, then
realization, “Where is my Aunt? Where is my mother?”
“Your Aunts have been released and are at home.” He
confirms.
‘Aunts’? They had both
of my aunts?
She feels the dryness of her throat when she swallows.
“Where’s my mother?” her voice slightly breaks.
“You need water.” He insists. He walks towards the door and
waits for a moment as water is slid through a hidden compartmental.
He hands her the bottle of water. She hesitates for a
moment, but parched, she quickly breaks the seal and chugs the bottle water, crinkling
as she pulls the last drop against the air, and then setting the empty bottle on
the table.
He waits for a moment before peaking again. “Mrs. Smith, I
need you to cooperate and tell me what you have learned of your family
history.” Agent XXG reminds her.
She takes a deep breath annoyed, “I didn’t learn anything,
it was interrupted when I was abducted by…what is this? Some secret government
organization?” she snaps.
“We need you to volunteer to bring your daughter in for
brief testing. Will you cooperate?” Agent XXG dryly asks.
“What?” she whispers from under her breath. “What?” she now
ask louder with confusion. “Bring my daughter to you? Here? For test?”
“That is correct, Mrs. Smith. We would like your
cooperation.” He confirms.
“My cooperation?” Susan’s eyes narrow against her forehead
as she tries to make sense of his request. “I don’t even know what I was tested
for. Why would I bring my daughter to this scary place?” the words blurt out of
her mouth as she is once again trying to process the situation.
The man leans in across the table, “Mrs. Smith, I’m going to
disclose openly. You have a potential to genetically pass on the DNA of your
mother and grandfather.”
“What are you talking about you?” she demands.
“What you would refer to as alien DNA, mam.” He pauses and
then gazes up to her, almost with a murmur he announces, “We are going to do the
test even if you do not give permission. I suggest you cooperate; it will be
easier on your daughter to have her mother involved.”
Susan begins to panic.
Think Susan. Think.
Calm down and think.
“I’ll do it.” She quickly announces. “I’ll do it. I’ll
cooperate. Just let me go. Just let me go get her.” She finds her desperately
pleading now.
The tall lengthy man in black pushes the chair away from the
table and stands up, “Well done, Mrs. Smith. You will be pleased you have
cooperated. Can I trust you to follow me, without trying to run, after all,
there is nowhere for you to run to out here.”
She hesitantly nods her head, pushing her chair away from
the table in defeat.
“Splendid, Mrs. Smith. Follow me.” Agent XXG grimaces as the
door unlocks from the other side, opening before them.
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