The Mysterious Figure

A bright light shines into my eyes, though nowhere near as bright as the flaming moon from before. It soon dims, and I see a nurse. She is sitting on a spinny chair to the right of where I lay. The hospital bed feels rough and stiff. This specific hospital - even though it felt similar to the one from my home town - was unfamiliar to me. Befuddled by what it was that had happened I ask the nurse, "Where am I? What happened?"

A few head aching minutes passed before she finally answered, "You were knocked out." The concerned look on the nurse's face told a longer story.

"What was that thing I saw? It was as bright as the sun, with the texture of the rocky moon."

She takes a deep breath, and exasperates, "I am so sorry to be the on to tell you, but you are the only surviver of a very unusual case."

"What do you mean?"

"A meteor hit the Earth's surface right where the town you came from used to be."

The intensity of her voice drained, and a few awkward seconds passed. "It can't be," I cry. Surely it was all a joke, a cruel prank. I try to move my body, but its no use, and I pass out once more.

Dizzly, I become conscious, this time I'm in the reception/waiting room of the same hospital from before. Strangely enough its empty. Tired from continuosly being knocked out, I lay there for what seems like hours. I stare at the roof, sometimes closing my eyes, breathing in and out, until eventually I feel well rested.

As I get up, I look at the clock on the wall of the hospital. It is very early in the morning - 6:45 AM to be exact. The room is still completely empty so I assume that the hospital must be closed or something. The room itself is a nice temperature and the air feels fresh. The floors are clean and the magazines are stacked nicely. I stretch. No longer being tired, but definitely still tensed.

As calming as the hospital was, I feel an unusual urge to leave the quiet hollow room. As I exit the hospital, I enter the cold yet dry, unmoving air of the outside world. I see the orange light of the rising sun in the horizon but the star itself hides behing the many buildings around me. Again, the buildings were unfamiliar.

This is when I remember the nurse from before. What she said - it couldn't have been true, could it? Maybe this was all just a dream. I try waking myself up, but it becomes apparent very quickly, that I am indead infact awake. Where am I? Outside a hospital in an oddly quiet, unfamiliar town? That isn't a very satisfactory answer for my now frantic brain to handle.

That's when I hear mumbling from behind the building. My aching thoughts end as I ease drop in the whispering of the two strangers. A conversation ironically loud in the otherwise ultimately quiet town.

Around the corner of the building of switch, I stood beside, two men whispered. One voice more high pitched than the other, yet both ultimately deep when compared to what is average.

"The city has been cleansed of any time disparity, commander."

"Good work cadet, but that's not why I told you to come with me."

"What is it that you want sir?"

At this question I hear a sharp snapping sound, that as real as it was, made me feel like I was in a work of fantasy in my disbelief. The sound came from the commander. The commander snapping the neck of his subordinate. I freeze in my shock before seeing the commander. The murderer's dark silloute round the corner right. He appeared above me covering the orange slowly rising sun, with a powering black shadow leaning on a tall building in the dark navy colored, brisk cool air.

I snap out of my asstonishment and run. It was a futile attempt. As I hammered my legs they slowly rose and soon no longer touched the ground. I turned around and saw a blue spherical force field around me, and beyond that the commander slowly trotting towards me.

"You weren't taken were you?"

I carefully choose my possibly final words in that moment, "I don't know what you mean, sir, don't I have the right to be silent?"

He smirks at my response and shakes his head turning his face down toward the floor. Now I could see him somewhat better. He wore shiny black shoes and blue denim jeans. Around him fell a grey hoody with the hood going behind his back. He looked less like a commander and more like the creepy guy that you would find in the back of the room during school events.

"We must leave now," he commanded me, "it won't be long before they realize my given identity was one made for the purpose of deception."

I was soon lowered out of the blue force field and hoisted up over the mysterious figures back, as we left to I don't know where.