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“Wake up!” Nic could hear everything happening around him. But he couldn’t see, and he couldn’t move. The last thing he remembered, he’d been with his friends in the middle of nowhere. They’d been on the trail of a mysterious computer hacker. They’d made plans to meet. But then unexplainable things started happening, and that’s where it all got fuzzy. Where was he? Where were his friends? What was happening? "You have been chosen." The voice repeated.--AleFoleSr 1:46, June 4, 2014 (UTC)

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“Wake up!” Nic could hear everything happening around him. But he couldn’t see, and he couldn’t move. The last thing he remembered, he’d been with his friends in the middle of nowhere. They’d been on the trail of a mysterious computer hacker. They’d made plans to meet. But then unexplainable things started happening, and that’s where it all got fuzzy. Where was he? Where were his friends? What was happening? “WAKE UP!” Nic half-opened his eyes. The light made his head throb, but he could make out a figure standing over him wearing what looked like a containment suit. “You have been chosen,” the man behind the mask said calmly. --Brian 13:3 "Wha..." Nic half mumbled. He raised his hand to try and rub some feeling back into his eyeballs, but a sharp CLANG shocked sobriety into him. He raised his head and looked at his wrist; it was shackled to the table by an inch and a half of what looked like steel. "Where am I?" He asked, peering around to take in his surroundings. What he could see was frightening, a sterile labratory-like environment. Steel walls were all he could see, steel walls and a man in a yellow contamination suit. "You have been chosen." The voice repeated.--AleFoleSr 1:46, June 4, 2014 (UTC) Nic only understood the word "chosen". He remembered being chosen to play football by the coach but that was years ago. His mind started racing, wondering if he had been in another car accident. He had been in a severe accident 10 years ago and woke up in the hospital with his arms and legs tied down because he had broken his leg in three places and had shattered his jaw bone, but as far as he could see, he did not have any casts or bandages on him. This was entirely a different and scary situation. MarsBandit 12:00 PM June 4, 2014 (DST) "Are you with me, subject 305-b? Do you understand? You have been chosen; you should be happy. Not many get the chance to change the world in such a significant way." Bobby2055 (talk) 16:35, June 4, 2014 (UTC) Nic's mind was racing. Chosen? 305-b? Change the world? He looked at the man, confused and starting to get angry. "Where am I?!" Kyleaawesome (talk) 15:51, June 5, 2014 (UTC) "My name is Jake," said the man in the containment suit, "You will be one of us." When Jake said, "You will be one of us," Nic noticed that his face turned into a somewhat alien-looking figure for a split second. "What?!" exclaimed Nic, "Who...er...what are you?!" The man in the containment suit was now walking towards Nic. He placed his hand on top of Nic's head, and the last thing he remembered before he passed out was bolts of electricity covering most of his eyesight. He woke up in the same room, although he noticed that it looked a bit different then it was before. EnderAndroid (talk) 4:44 PM, June 5, 2014 (PDT) Pulsing black ooze covered the walls, wriggling and quivering, and he could feel a rhythmic throb move through the still air as it synced with his heartbeat. The pulsing grew more frequent as his heartbeat quickened with fear, and he struggled against the steel confinements holding him down to the table. Nic squeezed his eyes shut as the throbbing grew more intense, almost seeming to come from within him, and then he opened his eyes. Jake was standing over Nic surrounded by several others also in containment suits, but before Nic could say anything, Jake said, “Welcome back.” Nic did not feel welcomed and he lashed out with a series of questions. “Where am I and what have you done to me? Who are you? Where are my friends--” and then all of a sudden, Nic realized that he was on an alien space craft. MarsBandit 06:58 AM June 6, 2014 (DST) He thought of escaping, but no use. There was too much light keeping him from breathing deeply. Flashes of voices came to his hearing, like the male voice asking "305-b?" or a female one stating his blood pressure was unstable, so he needed be taken to the emergency ward. We notice him on a portable hospital bed, getting pulled through different doors; though he no longer cared about the present, he was only thinking of the moments spent among the field, with her, his loved one, though his images were sprinkled with fragments of that unsettling disturbance. They want to know about that disturbance for reasons we must not reveal so soon. Ketka.zva 15:44 EET, 6 june 2014] Suddenly Jake slapped Nic across the face and said, "Ah ah ah, 305-b, we can't have you drifting off into memories now can we...not when there's so much to be done." The hospital bed was pushed down a hallway, and as it glided through the ooze it also made a strange crunching sound which made no sense and sickened Nic to his core. Finally, a door up ahead to the left slid open and he entered a room with a large pod in it. Jake began to unlock the chains which held Nic down, and the others in the containment suits grabbed hold of him with an iron grip and threw him in the pod. It slammed shut, Jake pressed a few buttons on a panel which seemed to have risen from the floor and said, "This should take care of any independent thoughts he has left." The pod began to fill with the black slime that coated the rest of the interiors and Nic pounded on the glass wall of his new prison, but, as he was submerged in the strange living goo, the last thing he saw was Jake's demented grin.DJFinbar (talk) 15:19, June 6, 2014 (UTC)