The first thing I noticed was that the air was cool. Air-conditioned.
The other thing I noticed was that we were in a glass chamber, and it was very dark. There were exotic plants all around us. They were dark, with bright splashes of neon colors glwoing on the branches and trunks. The trees were very rigid and tall; almost 10 feet.
Meanwhile, the plants had the over-all same characteristics, but smaller. They were placed carefully in bottled containers, laboratory setups and some in very elegant crystallized pots.
"Wow," I said. "Where is this place?"
"Ah, how lovely...." Grandma Jo said. Her silhouette was dark, and her black dress made her face light up.
"The plants," Mike frowned. "They.... are not Earthian."
"But it can be an import centre, right?'' I said.
"No...." Mike said. "This is Nephilia,"
There goes my entire nervous system; ErRORCoode; 7926329.
"It is," Kyle spoke. He was next to Granma Jo, his hand around her elbow. "We wound up a good couple of kilometers away,"
"Let's go back," I said, hurrying to the wall we came through.
Through the darkness, the wall was shimmering in brilliant colors. It was... crystal. Crystals in nephilia.
I heard the others footsteps behind me.
"Ouch!" I winced, as I felt a sharp sensation at my elbow. I looked to see a three fingered hand on it.
Provectine.
It sneered. "Got you," it said in the computer voice.
I felt like yelping but really... what was the use? I'd stolen their car. And Triad wanted the anti-dote. The chances of me dying are going above one hundred percent.
Kyle yanked away from the alien. The provectine glared with its glassy eyes and pulled him back. He winced as a clawed finger cut through his skin, ripping his sleeve.
"Let my children go!" Grandma Jo commanded and kicked.
"Take them to his majesty," One of the provectines demanded, while the others nodded.
I looked around as I was dragged.
Where's Mickey?
I looked at Grandma Jo and Kyle, but they were equally confused.
We were set to our knees at a dark room, with a very high pointed ceiling. It was a shape of a wide circle. All the windows were diamond shaped. The floor was glassy and cool, with a very dark coat of some.... Weirdly textured paint. The room was mostly empty, except for the centre where there was a metallic throne.
It seemed familiar.
I tried my best to remember. It was almost like déjà vu. But then it flashed across my mind- the dream.
It was this room. I was crying around and throwing a tantrum.
I looked up at the throne ahead of me. Not good.
"This place gives me the hibee-jeebies," I told Kyle. "Don't like this at all,"
"Where's Mike?" Kyle muttered.
The guards who'd carried us were at the doorstep, whispering with their own tongue.
"Maybe he-" Kyle started, but someone stormed in, clicking loud steps on the floor.
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OBLITERATE- The Ring of fire
Science FictionIt's the end. Obliteration. It came out obvious with Martians starting to act like jerks, but what Destiny did not know was that she was involved in stopping it and causing it. Talk about double acting. There were other things she did not know...
