Aron Raids Area 51

September 9th

Aron woke up next to Kyle, who was still asleep.

"Hey, wake up." Aron mumbled while rubbbing his eyes. "Wake up!" He mumbled a little louder, shaking Kyle's shoulder. Before Kyle could wake up, two guards entered the room. Aron froze when they walked towards him and grabbed his arms. They lifted him up and dragged him out of the room.

"What're you doing?" Aron asked, too tired to even realise what was going on.

"We're taking to a different room. But don't worry, we'll bring you back to your alien friend." One of the guards answered.

Aron slowly nodded his head. "Oh, alright. Can I go to sleep when we get to fhe other room?" He asked, yawning afterwards.

"Yeah, if you can fall asleep." The other guard replied. A few minutes later, they entered a new room. It was brightly lit up, and Aron had to blink a couple of times to adjust to the light. The guards set Aron down on a table and began to strap him down. Aron suddenly realised what was happening and started to struggle.

"Calm down. We're not gonna hurt ya." A guard said. Aron wasn't even sure which guard said it. Aron ignored him and continued to struggle. The guards obviously overpowered Aron, and strappdd him down to the table. Aron still continued to struggle, and tears started form in his eyes.

"Calm down. You won't feel a thing." The guard said. Aron whined a little and glared at the guards. They ignored him and walked away, leaving Aron alone in the too bright, too cold room.

After a long while of laying on the table, Aron heard a door open. Footsteps approached the table, and a man in a white lab coat stood over him.

"Hello, Aron. Im Dr. Nelson. I'm just going to do a few years, nothing too crazy. Just stay still, and you'll be fine." Dr. Nelson said, a smile on his face the entire time.

"How long will these tests take?" Aron asked.

"It depends on if you cooperate or not. It'll be over quick if you stay still and listen to what I say. But it'll take longer if you don't listen, and there'll be consequences." Dr. Nelson replied. Aron shivered, and because he was cold. Dr. Nelson walked away, and Aron heard a machine start. A stabbing pain in his stomach caused him to scream out in pain. It seemed like forever until the machince stopped, but the pain was still there. Tears were streaming down Aron's face ahen Dr. Nelson walked over to him. He used a tissue to wipe away Aron's tears.

"You did better than most people on that test, surprisingly." Dr. Nelson said. Aron wasn't sure if that was an insult or not, but he was too much pain to care. "Now time for the second test." Dr. Nelson walked away, and another machine started. Aron braced himself for another painful experience, but he didn't feel pain. His pain seemed to be going away. After a few minutes the machine shut off.

"Last test!" Dr. Nelson shouted. Aron expected another machince to start, but he heard nothing. The loud slamming of a door cut through the silence nd madd Aron jump. The same two guards who brought him to this room were standing over him again. But this time they were taking the restraints off. They helped him sit up, but he passed out as soon as he did.

Jorel and George decided to explore the town their hotel wss located in. It wasn't that big, but it that was okay. Every so often they would ask a stranger if they saw Aron, and they'd always reply with no.

They were sitting in a resturant, waiting for their waiter to bring their food. Jorel was staring out of the window.

"At least the raid isn't too far away." George said, trying to comfort his friend.

Jorel slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He took a sip from the soda he ordered. "I just really miss Aron, ya know?"

George nodded his head. "I know. That little shithead may be annoying, but it feels so weird without him."

The waiter walked up to Jorel's and George's table and handed them their plates. "Enjoy your meal!" He exclaimed in an overly happy voice.

"You too." Jorel said before he walked away.

"You too?" George repeated, smiling a little.

Jorel rolled his eyes. "Shut up, I'm sad."

"Hi sad, I'm George." George said, laughing after he said it.

"Hey George, I'm going to beat your ass after we're fone eating." Jorel muttered, taking a bite from the hamburger he ordered. George smiled and started eating thr chicken tenders he ordered.

Jorel paid for the meal and they left. Neither of them wanted to go back to the hotel, so they just walked around, still asking if anyone has seen Aron. Once it started to get dark out is when they returned to the hotel. George fell onto the bed and almost immediately fell asleep. Jorel laid down beside him, but he didn't fall asleep. He instead stared at the ceiling, thinking off all the bad things that could be happening to Aron. Three hours later is when Jorel finally passed out. Not even his sleep was safe from his thoughts. He had vivid nightmares of Aron, and all the horrible things that Jorel was just thinking about.

Jorel woke up in a cold sweat, his breathing heavy. He tried to tell himself that it was just a dream, and Aron was perfectly fine. But a tiny little voice kept telling him that Aron was in danger. The rest of Jorel's night was spent trying to ignore the thoughts he had.