|
What's going on? I sure as hell don't know. That seems to be pretty much par for the
course in my life these days. I wish I could talk to Jane, but the helicopter is so loud she
couldn't hear me. It lurches up into the sky and I feel like I'm going to barf my cute little
bunny guts out. I slam into the side of the cage and find myself blacking out yet again.
My eyes flutter open, as I am hit by the worst headache I've ever had in my life. Did I get drunk last night? It seems unlikely, but I honestly can't remember, so I probably did. I remind myself that I have to go to the grocery at some point today. Why is my bed so hard, anyway? Did I fall on the floor? I--oh no. As I look around me, I remember everything that happened. I start screaming and flailing around. The soldiers standing grimly over me aren't impressed. I am alone in a cage in a spare table in a dark room. Jane is nowhere in sight. Several soliders are standing guard over us, wearing the same uniforms as earlier but also wearing weird blue helmets with black faceplates. A stern middle-aged woman is sitting at the head of the table. Her hair is black with gray streaks. She might be somewhat attractive except there's something kind of creepy about her. She's also wearing the uniform, except that it has a greek letter as an insignia. Psi, I think. By now, I've finally worked up the presence of mind to say something. "Where the hell is this!" I shout. "Who are you! What happened to the woman!" "She is in safe hands, as are you, assuming you mean no harm." says a deep, eerie voice. I realize that it's coming from the creepy woman, but her lips weren't moving. Oh boy. Still, telepathy doesn't seem that illogical after everything else that's happened. "I shall now have to examine your mind," she continues. "It will be uncomfortable, but it will not harm you." Then, it happens. I feel something rooting around through my mind, as memories of everything that's happened since I went through the void flash through my mind. But I feel it hitting some kind of wall when it tries to pull out my memories from before. It pulls out, leaving me feeling sick and violated. "Interesting," she thinks. "You have a mental block, just like the other one." She motions her hand to the soldiers standing guard around me.
|
12/8/2004 6:25:22 PM
Linking Enabled
Extending Enabled
1644537 episodes viewed since 11/21/2004 7:16:57 PM.