Drake
There was dull light, the first light I have seen in the many years I had been buried in the dirt of The Great Storm, as I had named it. The light had appeared after the clinks and roars that seemed to go on for a millennia, a small crack at first but it soon increased, larger and larger, opening.
A cry of alarm and shouts rose up as the light got to its strongest point. But then, it disappeared, NO! I felt the tear of agony and despair open throughout my incomplete body. I dreaded the countless more years lay ahead of me, waiting.
I heard voices, warped and muffled, "An egg!" "Congratulations!" "Incredible!"
The light reemerged bringing hope back with it. The light also brought back incredibly loud noises but the same as had heard before just louder, and something else, cold. A very distressing cold that was most uncomfortable and irritating.
There was a conversation with something having about to move me, Move me. Why? To move me away from my place of origin was against every fiber of my being. I was completely unwilling to move, but what could I do with my present form, nothing.
So I was concealed, boxed in and transported far away. I loathed the entire trip, every bump, dip, and curve of it. Eventually it stopped when we reached a place of nothing but a continuous shriek. I was moved into another transport with the same noise emanating from it. With it another lonesome creeping journey with a completely unknown destination. To long I have been trapped in this cell.
That is something I just thought of. How has the world changed around me through the centuries? The Great Storm had wiped out every thing I was lucky to be even partially intact, but would dying be better than going through this new world alone? But who were the beings that have been constantly moving me around, and moving me away from my home, or what's left of it, I thought solemnly.
The traveling when for hours, just me and the cold that was invading my body. Until there was a feeling I hadn't felt since a while, the feeling of rapid decent. Then, Bump, my container shook but the apparent padding muffled it. I had faintly noticed that I was going through stages of emotion form confusion (obviously), anger, and fear. It was soon time to break out of my present shell into a world I knew nothing about. Go out into a world with these strange beings.
One again I was loaded onto another transport for another journey to somewhere that I did not know at all. I began to expect another way for them to ferry me off once more but it was quite the opposite. After the impatient hours of waiting they unloaded again this time into a structure where they set me down and finally unboxed me and carried me with careful hand so a sort of basin.
There was a squeak of a knob and the sound of flowing water. It was warm which helped with the cold but wasn't completely what I had wanted. More light shone through my personal walls as the water and gentle hands removed the dirt and grime that had covered me after I was buried. Sadly the warmth was ended as they brought me to another room. This room had one bright light, on the floor? The beings moved me over the light showing my incomplete silhouette.
Guessing from what came next I had assumed about ten of those beings gasped as they glimpsed me.
One of the creatures asked, "What is it?"
Another, "What should we do?"
"We don't get paid to handle extraterrestrials and die," a third implied
"The military does," one said, with a rather high pitched voice, out of place among the others.
Another declared with more finality, "We should get the military. They should know how to deal with this."
With that they boxed me, again, but this time with the utmost care for now that they realized I am a presence.
This "military" didn't come for six days. So there I sat along, just me and my own thoughts. I was many things. Confused, from not knowing where I am and who are those things holding me captive, angry, from them moving me from home to somewhere.
But when the time came, I was afraid. They had removed me from my box again and escorted me to an area with just two bright lights pointing to one spot. The creatures set me down on that spot so that I was lit up like fire for all to observe.
A crackle sounded; hallow, throughout the room, "Dr. Howard will be late today. He insists you proceed without him."
"Well then," one briefed, "for those who were not at the meeting yesterday, we are here to delve into this little anomaly we have here today. So!" he continued, "we shall make the first incision."
NO! I thought, terrified; now I'm dead! The being started to cut through my hard shell.
Ten seconds......Twenty seconds......Thirty......
The beings obviously had a hard time trying to kill me, "Well," he said, "we must get the bone saw. Joyce, please fetch it for me it."
The only warning was the wail of it activating, then he laid it against the shell and then cut. It almost instantly punctured and when it did I saw it perfectly. Serrated teeth tinted a blue color appeared inches from my head with its teeth jabbing back and forth.
I must get out! I started to brace myself against the walls carefully avoiding the blade. The shell became to crack but it was tough work. The serrated blade grew closer, the gap closing to mere centimeters. Started exclamations rose as the shell began to crack even more.
I was not making enough progress. The edge scraped against my right hind leg, cutting into flesh.
So early into my life and already injured, but that is probably just life. Many lore burdens were awaiting me in the future if I had any at all.
Then, the pieces finally began to give way. The pain drove me forward, and the thought of what horrors that they could inflict on me gave me a goal to escape.
In particularly dramatic fashion the pieces blew apart. Screams broke out as I appeared out in the open at last. Lights were intensified, blinding as well as the voices and screams of the other creatures in the room. The lights were so blinding, in fact, that I could barely see, surroundings blurred, figures faded.
At one I saw the beings lunge at me. I jumped down from the raised platform they had me set on and raced for a stable structure near the edge of the room. Pain resisted but with a lurch I jumped on top of it.
With my raised position I could survey my opponents. There were seven of them, the fearful and confused backed away, the brave and strong approached me.
Those brave and strong were only a few feet in front of me. They were reaching up as if to catch me. To the left was one of those light fixtures and beyond was a passage, which could lead outside.
I followed to platform along the edge as fast as my leg could hold me. As I walked a fine black line marked my direction. The distance between me and the fixture was quite a ways away but jumpable. The real problem was that the beings were still groping for me. The distance was closing as I leaped across the gap, blow the light reflecting of their pupils were showing great fear, amazement, and curiosity.
I touched down and as quickly dropped once, down to the original pedestal, then twice, down to the floor. One creature blocked the way out, as he reached down to grab me I jumped onto his shoulder and launched me through the doorway.
I was soared toward the passage but a tall, haggard being with speckled grey hair nonchalantly walked in the way, not noticing the situation. I landed in his arms with a startled yelp. He got a grasp of the current situation first taking hold of my neck and body, where he held me until another came with a bag and concealed me.
One sounded, "Well done Dr. Howard, and thank you."