The Light

They Backed up almost instantly once they saw the light. "Uh," they all said in unison.

"I really hope that's Jenny," Brad announced with a hopeful voice.

"I've got a feelin' that it's not." John replied.

"I hope you're wrong, John" Wesley said, mainly to himself.

"Guys, shhh be quiet I think I can hear something," John whispered, taking charge of the situation at hand. The other two astronauts instantly stopped speaking. Turning their heads to listen to the sound coming through the hole.

It sounded like the hustle and bustle of any city, talking, yelling, random construction, and other things you might hear in a city. They came into view out of the darkness and into the light.

They could see a figure standing near the exit, or well, more so the hole. The figure opened his mouth and spoke "Bash nic la."

"What?" replied John.

"Bash nic la!" the figure replied this time with more strength and authority behind his voice.

Two more figures appeared behind the one that was speaking.

"Gel da." The figure commanded his comrades. They replied in unison some foreign words of agreement. They proceeded to walk towards them, at the same time producing bags. Instantly they were upon John and the others.

Faces covered with bags, they were confused scared and more confused. The three of them were pushed to the ground. Brad felt something like a syringe needle go into his arm, then John felt the same, then 30 seconds later Wesley. Within a few seconds, they were all asleep.

Wesley awoke. He blinked his eyes, not knowing what was going on.

He was tired and couldn't think clearly, he tried falling back to sleep, but just then he had been splashed with a tremendous amount of water instantly jogging him fully awake.

He yelled, rage evident in his voice, "WHAT THE HELL JOHN!" He looked around but John was nowhere to be seen. He started remembering what had happened.

Everything was dark, he tried seeing what surrounded him, the darkness seemed extremely close, too close. He could feel that he was sitting down on something cold, like metal.

He kept swinging his head back and forth trying to peer into the darkness that lay before him. Then suddenly he could feel a hand grab the top of his head, but he could see no hand.

He finally realized why he couldn't see, his head was inside of a bag, and someone was about to rip it off!

The bag was torn off his face with an extreme amount of force, he struggled his arms around but they were strapped to a metal chair. Lights were shining into his face making it impossible to see anything besides what was directly in front of him.

Wesley could feel multiple pairs of eyes staring at him, as a hand approached his face holding something technological. It was put in his ear, suddenly he could understand what the things around him were saying.

One said "it's a Terran." Another "Kill it we don't know what it is capable of!" Another voice screeched. "Alien!"

"I'm no Alien!" Wesley screamed at the figures around him, with an exasperated tone of voice. "Who are you!" Wesley demanded.