We are the 400

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       I was taken at nine. I would have probably grown to be a regular kid have a regular life,but I didn't get that chance.

             My  life shattered that snowy day  in Denver. I had just went to bed after a perfect Christmas eve shopping trip with my parents. I couldn't quiet my mind as I lay in  bed trying to sleep, listening to the radio, thinking about my presents.

                  My room at the time was filled with my latest obsession. I had just grown out of  a long  dinosaur phase and shifted my interest  to spaceships.

          There i was sitting underneath a spaceship printed blanket in my rocket shaped bed. Willing myself to drift off into a peaceful  sleep when i heard a loud thunderous booming sound outside. Like any kid my age I jumped up thinking just maybe it was Santa Clause.

           I threw on my robe and ran down the stairs. Suddenly  I noticed the ethereal blue light emanating from under the front door window . I froze. Maybe I was dreaming. A strong strange scent  fill my senses; I couldn't place it. I cant recall if I ever smelt anything in my dream. But this must be a dream. What is that snarling  and metallic clicking sound. I want to run but my body was stuck, frozen to the spot.

               My heart  pounded in my chest as fear and anxiety throbbed through me. I am hot and cold. My stomach feels void. I need to run or scream. The door smashed open seconds after that thought. Three hellish creatures walked  in, my young mind could only think of stories I heard about hell where the devil lived. Somehow these creatures seemed to be from hell. There was one large glowing creature  slightly in front, flanked by two other creatures that i could see clearly.

                      The two creatures on the sides were at least 7 feet tall each armed with dual blades coming out of their  gigantic fists. Their faces were covered by a metal helm that resemble those I saw in books about  Spartans.Their skin was leathery with scales and pockmarks.The one in the middle looked like a  hazy lizard scientist. It had a seemingly long white lab coat...i think.

                 They walk forward and pried me from where i stood, frozen. I am not dreaming, I can feel them, smell them. My chest is about to explode with electric fear as one of the creature toss me over its shoulder. I screamed over and over as we walk across the driveway the snow moving out of the way from us as if by magic.

                   I remember hearing  a running sound and then  I see my father .His dark brown skin glowed against the white of the snow. I don't know why I remembered that detail but somehow  I keep recalling stupid detail.  "Stop!!" he yelled running towards my direction. The alien holding me turns and points a fist at my father. 

              An ear splitting, high pitch whistling sound filled my head as the aliens fist blades shoot out towards my father. I remember his grunts as they tore through him. I screamed and tried to kick and fight the alien.But  I am paralyzed by fear, shock or other unnatural means I don't know which, except that my limbs didn't move. An assortment of emotions floods my system. Fear,Anger, and Sadness. 

                My dad fell to the ground and the alien turned around and kept walking flexing its scaly fists. I remember that. The creature flexing its fists over and over. I cry nonstop  realizing that he's dead and I'll never see him again. After a while the  sadness is replaced with  crimson hot anger making me want to do everything in my power to make that alien suffer.

       We walked for I don't know how long before we reach what looked like a flying transport. To my nine year old mind  It looked like a black hawk jet got compacted to the size of a motorboat.

                The aliens walked me to the backside of what I now know is a space craft.  The hum from the craft was near deafening, my ears started hurting. On the underside of the ship I saw a bright neon blue lights that burnt my eyes.

The alien that was in the middle clicked its tongue and the back of the ship opened up ,letting out a jet black staircase. I was carried up a staircase and dropped unto a metal table.It was cold, icy cold. I tried to run but I'm paralyzed. That's when I felt it. There was something wet crawling across my wrist.I squirmed on the table like an ant under a magnifying glass. The room was dark so I couldn't really see anything. I screamed out half in pain,half from a thick cloud of fear. Whatever it was that  was on my wrist tightens itself making me whimper now in pain. A fist hit me in the jaw, making me silent. Not from pain but an acceptance of reality. I really wasn't dreaming .  My eyes cloud over with tears. "I just want to go home." I yell out my voice coarse. 

                  There was  a packet of a brown liquid being pumped through a tube into my arms and legs. I swallowed wondering if my life was over wandering if I was dead. I start to slip into unconsciousness the shadows and outlines of figures around me turning into black. As my eyes close I hear the beating of my heart.  I wondered if I was in hell  as I went unconscious.