1. It is just a story that comes from my imagination. Nothing else.
2. The name of the main character is Cindy, but that doesn't mean I'm writing about the in game Cindy. Cindy is just the only name I feel comfortable using as a alias or main character in a story.
3. Enjoy it - if you like it. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it.
I know that there are probably many, many errors in my story so feel free to point them out to me.
[align=center]Chapter One[/align]
The forest was so quiet and peaceful as Cindy walked in it near her home on the Northeast coast. She was of an average height, had deep blue eyes, black hair and a ready smile. She was 12 years old, almost 13 – in fact her birthday was going to be in a month, and very happy with her life. She thought of her family, her Mom and Dad and her sister. She thought of her pets and smiled. She had a Golden Retriever and a black and white cat. She loved her work, her studies and her status in life.
Suddenly the ground began to shake. Cindy leaped her way to a nearby clearing to see what had got the ground shaking. She gasped when she saw a spaceship. She didn't know how she knew it was a spaceship - she just knew. No one was stirring around the spaceship, so she studied it. It was plane like in shape and was silver colored. She realized she should've left when she had the chance when a cold, metallic click broke the silence behind her.
"Either you slowly put your hands behind your head and then slowly turn around while being very quiet or I'll shoot you right now." A man’s voice said.
Cindy quickly thought about it. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want kidnapped either. She quickly decided to allow herself get kidnapped and slowly put her hands behind her head. She was perfectly quiet.
"Now turn around." He said. When she did he studied her and as he was occupied with studying her, she studied him. He was about 6 feet tall, had brown hair, brown eyes and was wearing a black robe, unlike the outfit she was wearing – blue jeans, a teal shirt, and a dark blue jacket. "What is your name?" He asked her.
"Why should I tell you? For one I don’t know your name and what are you doing with a spaceship anyway?" Cindy asked him with a slight hint of curiosity.
“How did you know that that piece of metal is a spaceship, Miss whoever you are?� He asked with a slight glare at her.
“So I was right about it being a spaceship. How did you get one?� She was very interested now and started to lower her hands, but when the mysterious stranger shook his head slightly she thought better of it. “So what are you going to do with me?�
“I’m still thinking about that. Be quiet while so that I can think.� The man said while Cindy rolled her eyes at him. ‘This guy has no clue.’ She thought, but she was quiet while he considered his options.
“OK, will you come with me willingly or do I have to force you to come?� The stranger had evidently reached a decision about her.
“I will come willingly I suppose.� Cindy said, but as the man put his gun back in its holster, she ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction. She was aware of a dinging sound, then felt a slight shock and then slipped into unconsciousness.
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A few hours later Cindy woke up lying on a cold floor in the dark with a really bad headache. She wasn’t sure if she could get up or not because her body ached so badly. ‘What happened?’ she wondered. She then remembered that she had been dreaming a bad dream – or had it been real? If her brain would only wake up, but the more it woke up the more it told her that she had a huge headache.
Trying to make peace with her brain at the same time as she was trying to get up wasn’t an easy task, but Cindy was giving it her best shot. She had to wake up, get rid of this headache, and find out why it was cold and dark. ‘The power must be off.’ she thought with a sigh and relaxed again. Her eyelids slowly drifted shut again and her last thought was about her homework not being completed and how much trouble she would be in at school the next day.
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Cindy groaned and rolled over. “It can’t be morning yet.� she mumbled as light hit her eyelids. “Just a few more minutes of sleep, please.�
“Sorry Miss, but you need to get up. I thought for sure that I had zapped you with too much electricity. Evidently you have a strong will. I do know now not to trust you.� The man’s voice sounded like he was trying to sound serious… and failing miserably.
Cindy told to push herself up with her arms and found them tied behind her back. ‘No wonder I was sore last night.’ she thought and then turned her attention to the man who was standing over her. “What did you do to me? Where am I? Who are you? What are you planning to do with me? Why am I here?� the questions flew fast and furious.
“Easy Miss… no need to be so upset and don’t go getting yourself worked up about all this. It will all be fine, but before I drop you off at your destination I want to know a few things. You tell me who you are, how much you know about space ships, and about other things in general. In return, I’ll give you food, water, and take you to your home. Doesn’t this sound fair?� he asked her and raised his eyebrows.
“OK. You add untying me to the deal, and I’ll accept.� Cindy glared at him as if daring him to refuse. To her surprise he reached down and cut the ropes without a word. “Thank you.� she stood up and promptly ran for the nearest door. As she was just about to go through the doorway, she hit something that was invisible and fell down.
The man just stayed put, a smile playing on his lips. Cindy scowled back at him. “Well I’ve got to admit, you do have a lot of spunk for a girl.� He said this with a hint of admiration in his voice, but that hint immediately left for an icy tone to replace it. “But listen here, Miss, I want to know who you are and what you were doing in those woods right now.�
“Are you trying to intimidate me, Mister?� Cindy asked with that annoying, bratty tone that always got her into trouble at home. She already was in trouble here, so she couldn’t get into much more trouble, right? If only she knew what laid ahead for her – if only she knew, but then there wouldn’t be much of a story, would there?
[Edited on 1-13-2012 by Cindy]
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My old eyes can't read such small print (the strange writing).