We are the 400

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   ........Five hellish years later

          I flipped the page of the book I'm reading. I don't really remember why I chose this book compared to everything the aliens offered . Last night the aliens had laid out four objects on a table for me to choose from; a book, a toy , a poster , and a bottle.

            So I had chosen the book. I guess it was their way of saying sorry. Sorry for tearing you away from your family, killing your father and dragging you to this hellhole .No hard feelings? I laughed to myself at the thought of them apologiziing. The book was Treasure Island and I had already read through it four times.

                   My cell had white walls and looked like somewhere one kept a psychopath. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. So this is what my life is gonna be .I think to myself.

                  The most action i had gotten were the training sessions which always left me sweaty and beaten to a pulp. But in the recent days  I had improved a lot.

            The aliens had given me powers, used me as their Frankenstein basically. They gave me the power to absorb and control energy. Its pretty awesome if I do say so myself. I can also heal from a lot of wounds really quickly.

                          I sat there and read Treasure Island again, and sighed as I put the book down. There's about two more hours till training I think looking out the cell window. I stand and stretch my legs. The cell door flexes as if someone is leaning on it. I create a ball of blue ethereal energy in each palm, taking a defensive stance.

                       The door smashes open with a crash letting in a huge plume of smoke.

Bright light flooded the cell.“See no one's in here" says a girls voice.

“We should at least check" said a male a voice. I blinked a couple of times to adjust my eyes to the light,pressing against the wall.

                   Two kids about my age stood in my cell; the owners of the voices -one girl and one boy. The boy had a dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and about 5'9 two inches taller than me. The girl was about 5'5 with brown hair and blue eyes . Both seemed fair skinned and very  lean.

                            I absorbed the energy back into my palm, realizing that they were not a threat. “See what  I told you." the boy said. The girl punched him in the shoulder . “You ready to escape?" she asks smiling. “ Sure" I said, then paused. “You guys have a plan?” I asked.

                 They looked at each other then back  at me. “Explain plan." The guy said. The girl rolled her eyes and said “I'm Hailey and he's Lucas and we do have a plan we just need your help." She paused then continued in a steely voice “So are you going to help us or not."

                I grinned  “Sure." They both smiled then Hailey grabbed our hands. We walked straight out the cell into the cool hallway. Turning a corner we saw two seven foot tall alien guards, each armed with laser cannons. Stay silent Hailey's voice  said in my head as we walked straight towards them.

                 I looked at where Lucas should be but see no one. We're invisible I realized with a shock. I looked down at myself and see nothing. I nearly fell but regained my balance in the nick of time. Careful Hailey's voice said  in my head. I can only make you invisible through touching . 

           We were four feet away from the guards so I created a ball of blue ethereal energy in my right hand.

Now 2 feet... I could smell their rancid breath and see their pockmarked arms. Now 1 foot, I could see that they were  guarding a prisoner. They were dressed in full on battle gear that showed their large inhuman muscles.

               Now. Hailey  said letting go of me and Lucas I  grabbed the warriors arm and flipped it quickly over my shoulder. The blue sphere of energy had now enveloped my fist and I used it to blast the other guard. The guard I was holding  kicked me in the stomach, launching me back hard into the wall.

              I smacked the wall and heard a crack as the guard side butted me with the cannon, right in the ribs. The guard leveled the rifle at my head and all I could do was pray that I don't die as I saw the crimson bolt streaking down at me.