Dance or Die: a Fanfiction

Chapter 16 - Abduction

Soli adjusted one of the tuners on his electric guitar, then strummed the instrument, a powerful chord resonating in the studio. He frowned, adjusted it again, and, finding the perfect chord, he gave the thumbs up for his producing partner, Joe, to start recording. Playing riffs skillfully for the last of the recording session, there was nothing but music until Soli finished with the guitar.

"Call it a day?" Jake said, waiting on his brother.

"Yep," Soli replied, unplugging and taking the guitar off his shoulder, "Calling it a day."

"And fixing your hair?" he remarked, making Soli chuckle. "It's messed up, man."

"It looks fine, dude," he said as they retreated down the stairs to the living room. Josh, Derek, and Nate were all reclining in the chairs and couch.

"Done for today, I suppose?" Derek said.

"Yeah, yeah," Soli said, flopping on one of the chairs, "This record is gonna be awesome."

Jake wandered behind Soli's chair, mischievously smiling. He enthusiastically ruffled his brother's hair, who protested. The rest of them laughed as Jake, still grinning, sat on the floor.

"What was that for? My hair!" Soli exclaimed, trying to style it to its former glory.

"Come on, it looked better for a second!" Jake said, shrugging. Nate and Derek chuckled at the siblings.

"Ah, you people," Derek sighed happily. Looking over the room, he felt his arm itch, and passively scratched it. The subtle itch soon spread to his other arm, his torso, legs and head. "Do any of you guys feel that?" he blurted, standing up.

"Feel what?" Jake said.

"This-this itch, I don't think I stepped through something recently--"

"I think it's you, man," Soli said, frowning in sympathy, "I'm sorry, but I can't feel anything."

"Okay," Derek said, then went to pondering. Suddenly, Josh gasped and almost said something, before a blinding light enveloped all of their vision, and a sinking feeling pulled at their stomachs.

"No! How did--" Derek barely heard Soli yell.

They landed flat on their backs on a metal floor, humming and whirring sounds filling their ears and gradually dying down. Derek panted, staring at the ceiling, a strange, winding, flame-like logo emblazoned across it, with words in a symbol-based language written beneath the round bottom edge of the logo. Rapid, foreign speech was soon heard as Derek sat up, Josh shouting in the language he couldn't understand. Soli, Nate, and Jake all looked appalled at the situation.

"What is this..." Derek said in wonder of the high-vaulted room. Soli rushed towards him, taking his shirt in hand, shushing him and saying something in his language. "Sol-- AH!"

He was soon lifted by a pinkish aura around him, a tall, black-uniformed figure with a visored helmet approaching him, pink flames surrounding its hands. Derek panicked, flailing in the miasma. The figure stood for a second and clenched one of its fists, Derek's motion abruptly stopping forcibly. He looked around at the four others, also trapped in the pink auras by tall, dark figures. They were floated in a single file through metallic hallways, ceilings arching overhead. They turned left, and soon a door hissed and slid open, leading to a room with six strange, swooping, metal chairs. The tall aliens set the men into five of the chairs, pressed buttons overhead, which locked their arms, legs, and heads into the device. The pink auras disappeared, and four of the black-clothed people left the room, raised, looped boots clicking slightly, but the one near Derek paused a moment more. It reached into a pocket on its uniform, bringing out two small black pods. Using the radiation, it put the pods over and into Derek's ears.