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The Key


I awoke to a scream.
     It took me a few minutes to realize the scream was my own as I felt a growing apprehension and the hairs on the back of my neck began to tingle. A sharp flash of light blinded me, the bed began to shake, and then every object in the room began to vibrate wildly. I looked out my window to see the flash of light had been replaced with an eerie green glow that was increasing in magnitude while I heard a mechanical oscillating sound that grew louder in response to the surmounting brightness.
     The window to my bedroom shattered in a spray of glass. I tried to shield myself but was cut as hundreds of speeding shards flew past me. My voice would not come, and trying to scream I could only manage a weak whimper. I sprang from my bed and ran to the door yet somehow it was mysteriously immovable. I yanked and turned at the doorknob only to have my hands slip away again and again. The sweat was pouring off of me and my heart was pounding like my chest was about to explode. I felt myself being pulled towards the window as some unseen force wrapped itself around me. I grasped in futility at anything I could, but was nevertheless drawn to the window. I cut my hands badly on the broken glass on the windowsill, but did not feel it in my terror.
     I continued to be led away from my bedroom window by the unseen but powerful force and managed to turn so I could see in the direction I was going. I saw an immense hovering black shape as my final destination.
     As I neared the obsidian ship, an area on its exterior began to change. Part of its smooth surface seemed to melt in to a viscous pool and I was drawn inside. My clothes didn’t survive the trip and I was left naked and blind in the utter darkness of the interior of the craft. I fell to the floor in my weakness and my last sensation before unconsciousness was the feeling of deathly cold.
     When I awoke I still could not see and wondered if my eyes were open. I felt that I had been shackled hands and feet and could not move. A green glowing eye was before me looking me over and I felt its interrogation in my mind. My brain seemed to swell with the intense inquisition and I wanted my head to explode to relieve the pressure, then in an instant it stopped. Then a red beam of light began to move back and forth in front of me. As it began its scan of my body, a searing, burning pain followed every part of my body it touched. It began at my feet and I felt as if I were being lowered into a cauldron of boiling oil. I screamed as the beam traveled up my body, my heart seemed to explode inside my body when it reached my chest. When it reached my head the light probe stopped leaving me in darkness again, feeling drained and exposed. All the secrets of my body had been learned. I heard a voice in my head in a language I didn’t know, but could somehow understand, tell of conquest, assimilation, and slavery. The analysis of my body revealed our weaknesses. I was to be the key to Earths’ destruction.
     My hands and feet were released and I fell through another viscous doorway. I landed in a thick pool of slime that at once began to harden around my body. I felt something being attached to the back of my head; I felt it attach to my brain! Then I was lifted away and dropped through a passageway that sent me speeding to another part of the ship. I ended up at some kind of control panel and I felt my brain being plugged into it. A bright green flash of light flashed in my mind and then all was dark again. I heard a sharp sound and a shimmer of light began to appear in front of me. It was a window to the outside. As the window shield began to open I tried to struggle free, but was hopelessly restrained by the hard plastic-like encasement I had been placed in. When the window was completely open, I saw what I dreaded.
     The lights of the city were sparkling as the citizens slept unknowing of their destruction. I was to be the catalyst, my brain attached to the warships attack computer, showing it every weakness of the human race. I closed my eyes as the first shot was fired and heard an explosion, but I don’t know if it was the target or my heart that had been destroyed.


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