An Abduction?

Chapter 1

My world, it's changing and not in a good way. Soldiers, alien soldiers are taking over. Thousands with guns that shoot plazma, balls of painful, murderous plazma that everyone has nightmares of. I've been hiding for years, they have slowly been coming. I knew, I saw and no one believed me. Because I'm just crazy old Sofia, the one who is so alone that she has to hilucinate a life for herself. But as more people are taken, the less scarey it becomes. The braver I get with each person captured and turned into slaves of intertainment. These aliens are always marching, only relaxing when their hours of work are done. They work constantly, as if looking for something. And I have to find out the hard way, by bumping into a boy or man I had never seen before. He was dangerously dashing with his slightly sparkling dirty blond hair and deep, bright blue eyes and full lips. My glasses had fallen from my eyes, showing my features clear. And when I looked up, after grabbing and having my glasses in hand, I hear the strangest thing come from his lips in a soothing, silky voice.

"Sofia?" He asks, making me lift my head from my gaze of part of a star near his left shoulder. My eyes have widened a bit, shocked to hear my name from someone without 'crazy' in front of it. How did he know my name though, I had never seen him before. And I should know, I don't forget people. But then his face goes from curious to serious, grabbing and pulling me close. And being alone, in a crowded and broken down building I don't scream. I know it's a waste of my breath. He hugs me tight first, only for a moment before yelling out that he's, "found her." Who? Me? Who is he yelling to? And then, the roof of the building is ripped off and everything goes black only seconds after I see a bright light over us.

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I wake to whispers, no, talking from another room. My eyes slowly open as my head feels strange, a sinsational feeling. I see that boy again, staring down at me as he plays with my auburn hair. He's blurry but I can tell it's him, his eyes are that noticable. Wait, he's blurry. Where are my glasses? I sit up quick, regretting it moments after as a headache comes in turn. My hand automatically comes to comfort as I look at my blurry surroundings, hoping to be able to find my glasses. I don't realize I'm squinting until that boy stands in front of me and my eyes open a little, readjusting to him being there.

"Here." He says, holding something out to me. I grab it, feeling my glasses and sigh of relief at the feel of them. They're ok. I quickly, easily slip them on and look up to the no longer blurry boy. But then I see an alien gun behind him, making me notice our no longer blurry surroundings. We're in an alien ship or lab or something and I naturally look at the boy, curiousity filling my thoughts. I keep silent though, getting off the high bed in the middle of the room. As I stand, my feet tingle as they feel the strange, cold, metal like floor. I'm barefoot, yes but I don't mind. But I don't expect me taking my first step and almost falling, face and hands first. I catch myself, way before of course but it was still a little odd. I look back, the boy in a stance that shows he was about to catch me. I look back to my front but quickly look down to find my clothes gone and now a long, extra large button up white shirt on me. It goes below my knees but who changed me? Why? I skake my head to myself so I don't think too much into this and walk towards the door with a square window, large enough to put a head through. It swings open, fast just as my hand touches the handle. I pull my hand back but not fast enough, it's in throbbing pain. My eyes start watering but I manage to hold them back. That hurt, it hurt like hammers hit my hand and the swinger intended on breaking my hand. But when I hear a gasp, no two gasps from two people. I look up, the new person is looking behind me with fear painting his face. He's a faint purple, with even lighter purple hair and has green translucent eyes. I look back to see the boy, glaring at the new one with pure fiery. I don't know if I should be scared too. But when the boy looks at me, he comes to check on my hand. I don't want to let go, the squeezing relieved some of the pain but I couldn't stop him. He checked, moving my fingers to see if it's broken.

"It's fine." I finally say, and he looks up at me with a scowl. But then he looks shocked, which confuses the crap out of me. "What?" I ask, not enjoying the attention from both the boys.

"You spoke, I thought..." He doesn't finish which bothers me more. I pull my hand away, rolling my eyes at the both of them. I go to the door, looking back before I exit. I don't understand anything right now, which bothers me, I don't know how to look at this, what to think, I hate it so much. I'd sleep but I just woke up, I'd yell maybe but I'm too confused to. I just want answers. I don't know what to but I hate being this clueless. I want to know who the heck these people are, why the heck they want me, why the heck they were acting like that, I want to know why all this is happening. I don't know, I'm scared. I want, I don't know, comfort? Yeah, I want someone to tell me it'll be ok. I haven't had that in... Forever.

When I feel a tear roll down my face, I quickly whipe it away. I am not going to cry, I won't. I won't allow it. I start running down the hall, I have to get away. I run, constantly whipping my eyes. I don't care if I bump into people, I just want to get away. I don't ever look up, I don't want anyone to see me cry. I hate crying, I don't want people knowing that I'm whatever I am. But when I'm stopped, I feel like I'm about to break down. I don't know why, I'm scared maybe. But then I feel arms wrap around me, holding me up. I don't try to run, I don't have that instinct.

"Sofia, it's ok. Calm down. I'm here." I hear that same voice, it's him. But the thing is, it doesn't upset me. I feel safe, I hate it but it's true. And my arms wrap around his neck, on instinct. I'm so confused but I don't care, I just want him to hold me. I want to feel safe. I burry my face in his chest, barely noticing all the aliens staring at us. But I don't really care, my tears slow and my breathing does too. I'm calming down. He seems to notice, his hold loosening. I hate it but I don't show it, I hide it like everything else. "Come on, let's get you something to eat."