YOU'VE BEEN INVADED !!

CHAPTER TWO: Voices

CHAPTER TWO: Voices

Scott was dumped inside of a cell.

When I say 'dumped', I mean shoved into the hard brick wall of the cell so hard that he can almost hear his jaw crack. The barred cell door is slammed shut, and Scott slides to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. The two scientists sneer down at him from the other side of the bars.

The one that had talked to him earlier, Agent...Vampire Pirate, was it? Looked particularly sinister. "Good luck, Scott. Hope you have fun. Your sessions with Chimera start in an hour or so, loser." He snickers, and the larger one snorts, glaring at his companion and shoving him onward.

"Get moving, pretty face. We're not here to harass the prisoners." He growled.

Vampire Pirate reluctantly did, but only after waving his hand in a particularly girly fashion and grinning like an idiot. His nasally laugh bounced off of the cell walls as they moved back down the dimly lit hallway.

Scott growled, standing up and dusting off his...the alien's...clothes. He did the hissing thing again, kicking at the dirt on the floor of the cell with the alien's black combat boots. "I...REALLY hate that guy." Scott said, grumbling.

The first thing that Scott thought of was to assess his surroundings. He looked around, and found that it looked a lot like a modern prison cell. Just...dirtier. And smaller. It looked only three feet wide and five feet across. The bars of the cell door were rusty, but a quick tug found that they were still fairly strong. The lock was like that of a school locker, with an average lock bound beneath it to ensure that you'd have to have both the key and the code to get in. Scott had neither...so...that was out. The walls were smooth stone. There were no windows. The only object in the room was a fold out bed. Not even a toilet stood for him. If this kind of alien even needed a toilet.

Scott pushed down the fold out bed to examine it. There was no covers, no mattress, not even a pillow. Just cold metal. Scott flopped his tiny, alien body against the smooth surface, looking up at the ceiling. He had nothing else to do but wait for this 'Chimera' person.

That made him mad. It made him REALLY mad. He felt frustrated and confused. He didn't want to be in an alien's body, and he certainly didn't want to be here, where ever this was.

"I guess you didn't get anything on your bed. Huh. You must've done something real bad, kid. Even I got a pillow and some blankets, and I killed three people." A gruff voice resounded from another cell.

Scott's head whipped up to see a large werewolf-like creature. It had four eyes, razor sharp teeth and a long lizard's tail that trailed out behind it. It was leaning against the bars of it's cell, which was across from Scott's cell. It had saliva dripping from its teeth, but it looked as if...it was...smiling?

"Um...yeah." Scott said, sitting up and scooting away. He hadn't notice it there before. It was sort of creepy looking.

It blinked, confused, then it slapped its palm to its face.. "Oh...where are my manners?" It shot out a hand from between the bars. Its arm reached about halfway between the cells. "Greetings, kid. Name's Kilt. What's yours?"

Scott stared at the creature blankly, and then shook his head, slowly reaching out to shake the paw. "Uh, my name is Scott." It shook his claws in one powerful shake, then let go and folded its arms across its chest.

"Scott's a nice name. Well, welcome, Scott...to our own little version of Hell," It spread it's paws out to gesture to the other cells. These cells, both beside Scott's and Kilt's, were packed with monsters that should have only existed in myths. A vampire, a giant spider, a flaming horse, a hamster with wings, a crocodile with fur...their cells were stacked together like cages in a dog pound.