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An Alien Abduction Is Not A Great Way To Start Summer

July 2nd, '22

Tommy was walking through the fields, milk carton in hand and listening to the crickets chirping in the bushes. The full moon shone down onto his bare arms and legs, as despite it being 9:30 at night, heat from the summer sun still lingered behind. He continued to walk through the field, using the shortcut to try and get home sooner. His foster mother, a kind, caring woman asked if someone could run to the shops and grab some milk, and of course Tommy had volunteered.

Although he hadn't spent long with them, Tommy's foster family were one of his favourite people to be around. They were kind and patient and understanding (very unlike some of the other families he'd been with) and he had his best friend-turned-brother to hang out with all the time now. And that was good because it ment he had people he actually liked to be around this summer.

Like, just today Tommy and Eryn had spent the day in town together. Although there was never much to do in a small English town, the two found hours of fun in each other's company. And Tommy was glad that, after hopping from family after family and trying to find his way through the foster system, he had finally found a place to call home.

Suddenly, Tommy saw a great flash of white light coming from one of the outer fields, the brilliant rays pushing through the trees separating the fields and pouring into Tommy's eyes. It was so bright. Tommy shielded his face from the brightness, but as soon as the light had appeared, it was gone. Tommy wondered what it was, what could be going on the outskirts of a small town that needed lights that bright. And so he decided to find out.

The dry grass crunched underneath Tommy's shoes as he walked towards the source of the light. He still had the milk in his hand. Oh. He would have to be quick so he could get back to his house before anyone worried about where he was. He continued towards the field that the light came from, until he came to the field boundaries and peeked through the trees. The field was empty, apart from a massive, shadowy shape that he couldn't make out. The thing, whatever it was, was huge. It was bigger than Tommy's house, and it took up most of the field.

"What the fuck?" Tommy whispered to himself, scared that whoever (or whatever) set off the explosion of light was still hanging around.

Creeping slowly towards the object, Tommy saw a window of light open up towards the bottom of it, and then he saw the silhouettes of people walking out from the thing and onto the field. Still inching closer, Tommy hid behind a green shed and watched, barely remembering to breathe as he got a closer look at the people; There was a good few of them, and they were all freakishly tall and slim. Some of them were carrying long, thin tubes, and one of them had a- wait, was that a net!

Tommy watched in horror as the things, he decided that they were aliens, poured out of the thing (If they were aliens then that would make that thing their spaceship) and out onto the field.

Tommy was really panicking now. Like, really panicking, because the people? Things? Aliens? had started spreading out and taking over the field. Even worse, one was coming his way. He had two choices: Try to run or fight them off. Fighting them wasn't going to end well for him, as the things were all a good few feet taller than him, and there were also a lot more of them. Running didn't seem like such a good thing either, because the grass was so dry they would hear him almost instantly, and the freaky fuckers had such long legs he didn't think that he would be fast enough to outrun them.

But Tommy did have one thing, the element of surprise, and a plan quickly formed in his head. One of the aliens that was standing near the gap in the trees that he'd crept into the field through, and there didn't seem to be anymore close to him, so all Tommy would have to do is take that one guy down and then sprint to the town. Okay, he could do this, now he just needed a weapon.

Tommy set the milk down as quietly as he could, it had started to go warm now, and emptied his pockets. He had some coins that his foster mother gave him to buy the milk, a mini pack of harrybow tangfastics he'd gotten with Eryn during the day, his house keys and bike lock key on a silver ring and a small packet of salt he got at KFC. And of course the watch on his wrist.

In the end he settled to use the milk and keys as weapons. He had briefly considered using the salt to bind the guy, but there just wasn't enough to do any harm. Tommy took another glance up at the thing, it was slowly coming towards him. Well, it was now or never. he found the longest key on the ring and held it between his thumb and forefinger. While it would look cool to take down a lanky, scooby-doo looking fucker with wolverine claws, all he would end up doing would be ripping the webbing in between his fingers.

Looking closer at the thing, Tommy knew that this creature was probably an alien. Its limbs were too long, its movements too oily and smooth and the thing that it came out of was surely not made to be on a field on Earth. Needless to say, this freaked Tommy out, and gave him all the more reason to get away.

Tommy carefully picked up the milk, never taking his eyes off the weird creature, and prepared to make his move. He shuffled along the edge of the green shed until he was right at the corner and ready to make his move.

Tommy chucked the heavy carton at the alien with all his strength, and charged at the surprised creature, screaming as he did. The thing screeched as it was hit full force by the milk carton, and this gave Tommy his chance to attack, he lifted his arm and scraped the key along the chest of the creature, drawing goopy, black blood. It screamed again, and tried to grab Tommy with its freaky limbs, but Tommy, being the awesome man he was, dodged and made a break for the gap in the trees.

Once Tommy got through the trees, he didn't stop running. He was now in another field, this one with long, golden grass that made his legs itchy. But he couldn't stop now. Not when he could hear the weird monster things coming after him.

He kept running even when his lungs started to ache, but he could hear the inhuman screaming getting louder. They were catching up with him. Tommy willed his legs to move faster. His legs hurt and his lungs ached and he could feel the sweat pooling on his brow, but he was almost there, he just had to get a little further.

The creatures had really caught up to him now, but they suddenly stopped, and when Tommy heard the sudden quiet he turned around only to see the creatures had their ling, thin cylinders pointing at him.

Oh shit

Tommy barely had time to turn around and start running again before he heard them fire at him, though it wasn't like how he imagined human guns to sound. It was more of a star wars blaster type sounding thing. But Tommy didn't have much time to think about that as he felt some kind of dart get lodged into his arm. He dropped his keys in the grass. Damn that really hurt, but there was no time to think about that now

He pulled the thing out, but it was too late. He was feeling woozy and dizzy and his vision had started spinning. The alien creature things were coming up to him, how dare they? They were the ones that shot Tommy! But he couldn't do anything except fall to the floor and try to stay conscious.

The last thing Tommy saw was the aliens standing over him, the fucker with the net kneeling town and grabbing his legs and dragging him towards their ship.

"You'll pay for that, fucking bitches." He said.

And then his vision went black.