Stargazing With Beilah

Abduction

Sophia didn't know exactly what she was expecting when she decided to sneak outside of the house late at night to see the meteor shower that was supposed to be happening at two AM but this sure as hell wasn't it. When she left the house, carefully sneaking out of her slightly ajar bedroom window so that she could make her way to a park to see the shower. Even the lamps lining the sidewalks on the way to the park did little to light her way, though she didn't let that deter her. There was no way in hell she was going to miss this meteor shower. it was the perfect cover for a UFO to be caught in the night sky and with the supposed intensity and the time of the shower, she had an amazing feeling about her chances of seeing some aliens. As stupid as it sounded, she had heard several stories of people in similar situations seeing aliens or their ships while watching meteor showers and she would be damned if she missed her prime opportunity. 

Maybe she was less lucky than she initially thought she was when she first saw it. 

It had been suspended in the air, hung up there among the stars and just as bright and glittery, just as familiar to her as the stars that lit up the night sky every day. Strange as it was, she recognized it immediately. She contemplated the possibility of it being nothing more than wishful thinking- probably something that had rubbed off on her from Mem or something of the sort- but as the star-like object floating through the sky drew nearer and nearer to the face of the Earth, she knew that couldn't be true. She knew that her instincts had not misled her. 

Oh, how she wished they had. 

Strapped down to a cold, metal table was not how she thought she would spend her night. Sophia didn't expect her vision to be blurred by strange substances flowing through her system, ears filled with an unknown language spoken by the slightly humanoid creatures that surrounded her. She certainly didn't expect the pain of the skin of her back being sliced open and carefully pulled away from her body in a near medical manner or the feeling of a cold, painful object being dug into her spine, pushing through the bone there and slowly drawing the spinal fluid out of her body. 

Perhaps least of all, she didn't expect she would be gone for three days as her blood and spinal fluid was drained from her body and as her injuries were sewn back together. 

Nor did she expect to wake up in the middle of the same park she had been in, pain surging through her body, head aching from being knocked out, and clothes stained with grass and her own blood and sweat. 

The first day that Sophia went missing, Qrow hadn't been too surprised. Considering they were all just small creatures with poor immunity aimlessly floating around the cess-pool that was their crappy public high school, he suspected she had simply gotten sick- especially if she had gone through with going to see the meteor shower at two AM as she had mentioned earlier in the week. If she had gotten little sleep- if any- that night, it made sense that she wouldn't be there the next day due to either sleep deprivation or illness. 

He had merely sent her a message asking if she was okay, gathered the homework from her teachers, got the notes she had missed, and went about his day normally, a bit concerned and lonely, but mostly unbothered. 

By the second day she was gone and with no responses from her, he began to worry even more. 

He had headed to her house that day after school to talk to her parents. of course, Mem had told him that he was just being paranoid- as per the usual- and he knew that that was highly possible, but he decided that it couldn't hurt to ask her parents about her whereabouts and check in on her.

When he arrived, though, he was greeted by the sight of her mother, completely inconsolable in her sobbing. Mrs. Cruz was deeply shaken and choked up, eyes puffy and rimmed with bright red. Usually, when she saw Qrow, she welcomed him into the house with open arms, looking well put together and smelling of whatever it was her and her husband had been cooking that day. Now, she was too distressed to speak to get many words out- few of which Qrow could understand (both because he wasn't very familiar with Spanish yet and because her words were shaky and broken off as she spoke). Mr. Cruz was nowhere to be found.