They Must Not Find Me

No more poems for now coz I've no inspiration lately. Aikz, here's a story i wrote some time ago, hope you guys like it. *Prays* Btw, sorry for abandoning this blog for so long. Have been a bit busy recently.

I scrambled across the woodland, deadly afraid that I would be found. The dead yellow leaves crunched noisily under my feet. My face was extremely filthy and my arms were adorned with bruises caused by overhanging twigs.

They must not find me. They must not. If they find me, I am a goner for sure. I must tell the world the dangerous truth.

Every few minutes, I slipped my hand into the side pocket of my torn, dirty jeans to make sure the diskette was still in there. This diskette holds important information that might save our entire race from destruction. The weight of that massive responsibility weighed heavily on my shoulders. Thank goodness I kept my head that day…

It was just a normal day. You know, school, homework and assignments. I was walking home from school after drama practice and it was dark. Silent. I could feel the breeze playing with my hair.

I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. Why was it so quiet?

But it was not quiet for long.
The throbbing sounds above me frightened me dreadfully. I looked up and stared. And stared in amazement.

Oh my God! My feet was frozen to the ground. I could not run. It was a spaceship made from sleek metal with pulsing green lights. It looks pretty advanced.

Wait a minute, why is it here? Surely this is not a scene from War of the Worlds? Hey, why I can't feel my feet on the ground anymore? Oh no! The spaceship is sucking me up… Help!

Then, everything went blank.

I woke up in a small, round room. A pile of futuristic, silvery clothes and bottles of pills labeled ‘vitamins’, ‘carbohydrates’, ‘proteins’…sat in a corner.

What is this? Food for me? Yuck!

I was lying on an operating table that was soft to sleep on. I sprung around when I heard the door opened.
And I gasped. Aliens!
Actually, they looked relatively normal, with their slimy green oval faces, slivery hair, tentacled fingers and padded feet. Quite an interesting sight. But not for long.
With an electric rod, one of the aliens prodded me painfully towards the door. Faced with no other choice, I obeyed. The hallways were eerie with slimy-looking aliens looking at me through glass doors.
Suddenly, the alien shoved me into a room where I came face to face to an enormous bald alien with a majestic air around him. He must be their king. He used a speaker box attached to his barrel-sized waist to translate his language into English so I could understand his groans and weird snivels.
“Greetings, Earthling. Welcome.”
I remained silent; afraid that saying the wrong thing might just invite an electric prod in my back.
"Do you know why you are here?” he sniveled. I shook my head vigorously. “It is because we want to conduct experiments on a normal human to see your race’s level of intelligence. Not very smart, I would say.”
“Why do you want to know?” I snapped back, angry.
“So, we can take over your puny planet. Earth is so beautiful with its vast oceans and lush vegetarian. Our planet, XO³ is all dust and dirt. Not much fun. According to this diskette, your level of intelligence is much inferior to ours. Should be an easy job,” he croaked, waving the green diskette and sneering at me.
Easy job, huh? We will see about that. Without another thought, I flipped into kungfu mode and kicked his butt like I have seen in the movies. The diskette flew out of his hands and clattered onto the floor. I delivered a karate chop into his barrel-like stomach and a punch into his slimy face. It dazed him momentarily.
This was my chance. I snatched up the diskette and clambered towards the exit. It was not easy. I had to head-butt and kicked a few "clever" but unathlethic aliens out of my way. I pulled open the steel door and jumped out quickly. I landed headfirst into some bushes.

I must find a place to hide. I must inform the government about this. I must live to tell the story.

They must not find me.