Invaided

Chapter 4

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 "Well excuse me if I find that a little hard to believe." I say. "But I don't want to be a part of this. My dad told me he has cancer this morning and then cut off the subject, and pushed me out of the house, my boyfriend broke up with me, so honestly, I really don't want to be here right now."

 "Sorry." Damon says, his head poking out through the door. "You don't have a choice."

 I sit on the bench in the training room. I really can't believe any of this is happening, I don't believe it's true. My instructor, sadly, is Damon. I'm just getting this vibe that I kinda sorta hate him. 

 "Listen up," he booms. "We are going to start off with some shooting. Get you used to a gun."

 "A gun?" I ask hesitantly. 

 "You see, a gun is a tool that shoots these metal balls that could kill a person. Commonly used in America, I would have thought you'd know what a gun is." I roll my eyes and take the gun from the box. I stand in front of the target. The material of the gun on my hands spreads a cold warmth up my spine. I hold it out with two hands, one delicately touching the trigger. I shoot. 

 The strength from the blow sends me back a few steps. I look at the target and see that my shot is at the round circle at the end. 

 "Crap." I mutter. 

 "That's okay, you'll get it eventually." 

 "Stop talking to me like you're my friend." I turn to him. "You kidnapped me and are forcing me to do this. I don't want to be here, you get it!?" I scream. I put the gun down and storm off. I don't really know where I plan to go, I have no idea where anything leads. 

 I run into hallways and turn many times. The are smells like gas and eventually I stop looking and sink down to the floor. I begin to cry. Tears flood down my cheeks, and it feels like the whole world is off balance. Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? My day is pretty much going horribly right now, and I just want to be done with today.

 A door opens from across the hall. Someones head sticks out. "You idiot!" I scream, and I smack him right in the face. It's Chris. "How could you do this to me? How could you leave me like that. How could you not tell me you were a part of this. I want answers, now!" My emotions are flooding. I am sad, angry, betrayed. 

 "Please, come in, let me explain it all, I promise it won't sound as bad as it looks."

 "No. I want you to tell me right here, right now what this is."

 "Aliens exist, Kayla. And they chose you because your ancestors have been a part of this. People say it was just from what they could tell, but that's not true. For generations, your bloodline has been a part of this."

 "No, no, it's not possible. Things like this don't just happen. This is a dream, or a really stupid prank. You know what, I have to get out of here." I run away from him, run through more hallways. I can't belive this is happening. It's too much. When I turn around the next corner, I'm grabbed. They gag my mouth and cover my eyes. I try to break free but I can't. 

 "Don't say a word. I'm here to break you out."