Writer Games | Death Wish & 51

Task One: Dead On Arrival - Females

Calypso Arcanum [15]

You'd  think that the U.S government would have supplied the group of fifteen  with more than itchy grey outfits and a loud semi-broken down bus, but  no. This was all they had.

Without  a care that it was almost 1:00am, the bus came screeching to a halt,  waking everyone on the bus. Grumbles and sighs rose from the back of the  bus, but everyone still gets up as instructed.

Once  off the bus, the noise falters, before giving way to an eerie silence.  Despite the gloomy mood, the gates in front of Calypso glimmered in the  moonlight.

"Hello  appliciees. Welcome to Area 51, Nevada. I assume that most of you have a  good understanding of what Area 51 is, so I won't have to go into too  much detail there. However, if anyone has a question at any time, feel  free to raise your hand and ask." a man in a dark suit and sunglasses  surveys the crowd, looking for any hands. He opened his mouth to  continue to speak, but before any words came out a hand shot into the  air.

"Correct  me if I'm wrong, but we're going to see cryptids and stuff here,  right?" a man's voice said from behind Calypso. His nametag read 'Cole,'  and Calypso recognized him as the kid who was staring at her on the  bus.

Even  behind his dark sunglasses, it looked as if the man was rolling his  eyes, "It depends on what type of cryptids you're expecting. Now, back  to the introductory speech. Area 51 is a government secret laboratory,  storage house, and many other things. We dissect creatures, search for  the unexplained, and study the impossible.

"Everything  you will see in here tomorrow you are not to tell anyone. Not even your  significant other, parents, or closest friends. You signed an order  when you were chosen. If that order were to be breached... Let's just  hope it won't get to that.

"Now,  I am going to tell you about some of the things you can expect to see.  Despite the common belief, we have not found green martians with an  almond shape head and wide black eyes. Instead..." Calypso tuned out the  voice and put in her earbuds. She didn't even want to be here, so why  should she give a shit about whatever shit was behind the gates.

She  was already on edge from the uncomfortable suit, and the noisy bus ride  in the middle of the night, she didn't need some random conspiracy  theorist to mess with her head. She looked at her IPhone and hit  shuffle. E.T. by Katy Perry came on, and it was all Calypso could do to  not let out a sarcastic laugh.

As  soon as the opening chord of the music began to flow into her ears,  Calypso instantly felt better. The soothing tones took her mind off of  her annoyance, and she instantly fell into a rhythm of picking out the  harmony, melody, bass, and tapping her hand on her thigh.

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me,
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison.

Take me, ta-ta-take me,
I want to be your victim,
Ready for abduction.

Boy, you're an alien,
Your touch so foreign,
It's supernatural,
It's extraterrestrial.

The  man in front of the crowd glared at Calypso's not paying attention, so  did what any arrogant pop star would do: roll her eyes and reluctantly  power down her phone, all while making a big show of ripping the earbuds  out of her ears. She shoved her phone into her bag, and rolled her eyes  once more, hoping to drive home the point that she was not happy.

"Our  last rule is: no electronics. This is very important because we don't  want any photos taken, or any video or audio footage. Tomorrow morning,  all devices will be collected,"