edited 18th Aug '12 9:22:27 PM by Stormthorn
Above, Shanna would find herself in a squat, cylindrical room that was much smaller than the dark chamber she had just vacated; numerous vertical ridges like the ribs of some giant beast adorned the rough grey walls, and on the ceiling the circle-and-arrow symbol that adorned her jumpsuit was embossed like a faintly-glowing mural. She now stood upon the membrane, which now seemed just as solid and unyielding as the cool grey flooring which surrounded it; it supported her weight easily, and there did not appear to be any danger of it suddenly giving out beneath her feet. Directly across from her was an immense circular opening that measured ten feet in diameter and stretched from the ceiling to the floor; it was ringed by a series of twelve circular lights, eleven of which glowed a pastel blue while the last was instead a harsh red. White light filled this doorway, making it impossible to see exactly what lay beyond it. Someone—a red-headed woman clad in an organic-looking blue suit very much like the one Shanna wore*—had been making her way to this doorway even as Shanna herself rose up through the membrane in the floor; she stepped into the white light and immediately disappeared from view.
Leonard’s finger met no resistance as he reached out to the door; he would find that its surface was cool to the touch and a little damp, like a rock that had been plucked from a stream and had not had a chance to dry out just yet. The great slab did not open at his touch, however; instead, a sound not unlike a particularly low-pitched slide whistle going from its lowest note to its highest seemed to emanate from the door’s surface. This ascending whistle was immediately followed by a descending one, and then the sounds began to repeat this cycle like some sort of rather whimsical klaxon. At the same time, were he in his infrared vision mode Leonard would notice that the tiny, shallow alcoves on either side of this door had suddenly begun to heat up, and those present would catch a faint whiff of ozone as tiny forks of electricity began to crackle within these waist-high cubbyholes. This strange electrical display lasted for only a second, and when it had died down the abductees would find that three of these alcoves were no longer empty; oily, amorphous globs of some grey material had simply appeared as if from thin air, basketball-sized things that rippled and throbbed gently in ways that might resemble the behaviour of ferrofluid. To Leonard’s eyes, these strange blobs would appear cooler than his fellow abductees but warmer than the surrounding environment, and with his x-ray vision he might see that inside these blobs were just as chaotic as on the surface; shapes and objects that might have been organs, bones or musculature formed, dissolved into nothing and formed again completely at random, as though whatever these strange entities were could not decide on how their internal anatomy should be laid out. The three blobs slowly slid out of their alcoves, oozing across the floor like slugs and leaving trails of the same gooey grey substance in their wakes; this residue seemed to have a mind of its own, for after lying on the ground for a few seconds the oldest parts of the trail would suddenly break up into tiny rivulets and flow back into the blob which had left it in the first place. They took up a loose triangular formation around Leonard, Typhoid and Chester and then sat there, their surfaces rippling through a variety of peculiar shapes and patterns without rhyme or reason.
Further back, Madeline spun on her heels in shock as an unfamiliar voice called out to her. As she laid eyes on this pale, blonde-haired woman and the slitted folds on her face and arms, the red-headed single mother could not keep the surprise from her face. "Where did you come from? We thought there was nobody else down there! And how did you get past that lizard thing? Are you all right?" She knew that she was babbling, but she couldn't help it; the presence of this other abductee had thrown her for quite a loop, to put it mildly.
"It didn't try to hurt you?" Madeline asked, her surprise giving way to thoughtfulness. Her suspicions from earlier had returned, casting doubt on what she and the other abductees knew—or thought they knew—about their situation. Perhaps... The red-haired single mother shook her head then. "Yes, we all woke up in the pods like you did. We had a run-in with the alien before, one that wasn't exactly peaceful—you called it an aknoss, right? What was it doing down there?" Here she paused, then smiled apologetically. "Sorry about hammering you with all these questions; we're all a little confused right now. My name's Madeline. Who are you?"
Warm. Wet. Dark. Where was he? He didn’t know. Floating. He was floating somewhere. Somehow. He didn’t know. It didn’t matter. Something had just brushed his skin - was it seaweed? Or was it just a really wet blanket? Was he dreaming? Was he awake? Was he dead? Somehow, he wasn’t quite sure... But... then again.... Suspended in the depths of the proto-womb, Jason drifted back into blessed unconsciousness.
The first thing that he noticed when he came to was that it was still dark. Very dark. Sitting up tentatively, Jason began gingerly poking at his new surrounds, wincing as his fingers came into contact with something very cold and very solid. Where was he? ...Who was he? His name was... his name was... His attempts at recollection were interrupted by a loud hiss. A very, very loud hiss, and a series of wet cracks. Jumping up at the sudden noise despite himself, the man yelped as he tumbled through the edges of two hard, moving things on either side of him, shoulders painfully scraped by the impact even as he sprawled out on a differently-textured surface - He tried to feel around. It was still dark. This wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right. His name was Jason Thrall, and... and... Expression changing into one of utter panic, Jason clutched at his head with a cry and bolted left, giving a strangled cry of surprise as he smashed into yet another cold, round, smooth surface, before turning around again and breaking in the opposite direction. His lips, blued with cold, were moving in frantic tandem with his heaving chest, gasping feverishly - as if he were invoking whatever gods there were to come and save him from this nightmare. “Oh God, oh God, oh God please no...” Why couldn’t he see? Why couldn’t he see? As he stumbled into a slightly warmer patch in the center of the room (and, somehow, right past the hulking black form of the Aknoss), his legs caught on each other in his hurry, and he fell forwards with a shriek - then his hands stopped dead in the middle of the air, and he felt his entire body being borne up, up to some unknown place, some unknown, dangerous place, some unknown, dangerous, wet place - “Ahhh! God!” Hands scrabbling uselessly for purchase even as he plopped straight through the membrane and into the narrow corridor above, Jason took one shaky step onto the now-solid floor - and immediately dashed left again without a second thought, head smacking straight into the ridged wall before he turned, hit the other wall and finally began running for his life in the right direction, bolting shakily through an invisible maze of complete blackness, wide-eyed terror and utter spatial confusion. He couldn’t tell where his hands were. He couldn’t tell where the walls were. He couldn’t tell where anything was oh God voices “Gaaah! Help me!” Running like the forces of Hell were at his heels, the auburn-haired, terrified-looking man barrelled straight into Guy’s back without so much as a word of further introduction, practically rebounding off his frame and sprawling on the ground several feet away. Now that he was under the scrutiny of people who still possessed their sight, one would be able to see that he was now clad in the same, seamless jumpsuit as the rest of them - but that seemed a trivial detail, given the way he was looking around. And breathing, for that matter. “My... my eyes...” he mewled, unable to muster the strength to get up. His breath came in short, labored gasps, as he positioned his trembling hands in front of where he thought they would be. The root of the problem would be immediately apparent to the group. His eye sockets were empty. In place of eyeballs, they were filled with large, lidless orbs of dull grey, half-translucent fluid, ones that only partially obscured the hollows of his inner skull from view - like they were being viewed through a clouded mirror. A network of thick, weeping, nearly rope-like pale blue veins spread out from either side of them and across his face, curving up and around his cheeks to meet at a pulsing, greyish, heart-like lobe that only just protruded from the back of his head, throbbing in tandem with his heartbeat (which, as of the present, was very, very fast). If the rest of his shock of tangled hair had not been touched, that part, at least, had been shaved bare, as if to highlight this alien feature of his. The overall effect, to say the least, was rather disconcerting. “...Why... why can’t I see?”
edited 20th Oct '12 6:31:55 AM by troydenite
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