My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #17: Outer Space

CHAPTER 1

WE WERE ALREADY TOO LATE...

CHAPTER 2

EARTH TWO...

I blinked, blaring lights echoed behind my eyes, I looked over at the humanised machine who stole me in my sleep, I remember him rocking me when I woke up, he sat in front of me now, when I snapped my eyes over to the Forty odd more students in strapped seats, wearing either their nightclothes too, or a school uniform, a retail uniform, one had construction clothes on. I had a black shirt and shorts the colour of grey with orange strips on the side.

Fear is all I could feel, "Where are we?" I could hear the geeky male ask beside me. It didn't look like anyone knew each other as I have an internal panic attack. The humanised robot in front of me, the one I know who grabbed me in the night just to put me on this shuttle, handed me my bag. Each person had a bag of certain items it looked like. I stare into the reflective mask of my one, he removes the helmet and I freeze, an actual human under there.

He remove the straps on my wrists, "You're quite the fighter, kid." He murmurs, his boots had red lights flickering on them, I pause in shock when I see another masked robot-looking human floating over us to a female individual who was having trouble breathing.

"Over here, kid. I need you to focus, alright." The male below me says, kneeling down, checking my straps, I grip them like a lifeline and stare at him wide-eyed, he had blue eyes that were staring at me softly, as if he could coax relaxation in me. I nod profusely, breathing harder when I look over his shoulder and see the midnight sky with no clouds. Only it's not that.

"We're in outer space, on our way to a compound known as the Training Centre. You've heard of us on the news, hmm?" He asks me, I nod profusely, tightening my fingers until the whiten even more so than my natural skin colour. He places a mask over my mouth and nose. I stare at him, still wide-eyed, we were in outer space, going to a compound that picked specific children, specific people to be assigned as the new generation. Scientists, military, combat specialists, teachers, academic institutions that picked kids to go, but no kid was ever allowed to know until they were at the compound. I breathe heavy, my heart racing as the one who took me uses a magnetic and gravitational pull on his boots in order to stay vertical, to stay positioned upright when there is no upright position in space. No up or down, no north, east, south or west.

"Air Force Eight is situated in placement. Sector four, land on Base three. Head leader Sawyer Nelson will situate students into groups. Proceed to Base Three in exactly thirteen minutes." I hear over the speaker in the shuttle. A squadron-I watched groups stand at windows as we land and are moved in groups ourselves. I stand with only three others once a guard holds an identification scanner over my eye and I'm read out that I'm with the Ultimates. That's the group, at least I assumed. Only three others, two males, one well-built and the other was the geeky one I sat next to on the shuttle. We were handed suits to place over our clothes.

I stare around the hanger. My shoulders moving up and down rapidly when a suited female steps up to us, "New Ultimates, follow me." She says to us three, I hold my bag tightly on my shoulders, my eyes rolling all across the room when other students are brought straight to open hangers and we're moved through a pair of black vault door with a silver strip of metal down the sides.

My muscles felt numbed, outer space, "You two feel jet-lagged?" The muscular one asks, looking between me and the geeky guy who has to hold the railing to push himself to walk up the vent-like surface under our boots. I nod once, too nervous to talk.

The female officer was high ranked.

She opens a set of doors and I don't hear nothing, but utter silence. I gulp and the muscular one rolls his eyes, "As if you two should really be surprised. We've been given a greater life than anyone else, and a greater chance at surviving this pandemic if we can find further solutions to it away from earth." He mutters, just as we're moved into a room, and I hear the doors snap close behind us.