[ WP ] You are having a picnic with your two best friends ( they are dating ) . Turns out they are both secretly scouts for unrelated invasions . One is from hell , one is from space . Both invasions start in an hour .

When I woke up my blindfold had been removed. I tried to cover my eyes but my hand would n't move. Eyes screwed shut, I decided to test every limb. The darkness proved useful in allowing me to concentrate. I could tense my muscles but nothing would move. 
 
 I slumped back against the supports. The light behind my eyes dimmed from red to black. When I chose to open them I was confronted with nothing but a concrete wall. 
 
 A dull light shone to my left, a screen showed the words `` wanted for treason'' under a picture of a woman. 
 She glared at me, stubborn and proud, the picture of an unmovable object. 
 
 My support clinked together as I shifted, supporting my weight with my legs. I hissed at a stabbing pain in my neck, and a wet feeling I could n't remove. I shifted again and the stabbing returned, this time a little blood dropped onto my chest. 
 
 Lights flicked on again. The light was bearable this time. A shadow flittered at the edge of my vision, a door opened and shut, and there was food in front of me. I reached for a slice of bread, recoiling when the pain returned. 
 
 Laughter echoed in the room. Something entered the room again. I curled up at two swift punches to the stomach. Whatever it was would n't stop moving long enough for me to look at it. 
 
 A sudden shout changed everything. The ache in my stomach registered finally, dull and constant, but bearable. I looked down to see that more drops of blood had joined the first, clearly whoever put this on did n't care to prevent the tearing. 
 
 My eyes focused on the man stood in front of me, his movements painfully slow as he reached forwards and removed the metal collar. He tutted at the blood covering the needles lining the inside, and placed the collar on the floor. 
 
 My eyes were drawn to the food, the ache in my stomach worsening at the sight. My stomach growled, a low and ominous sound, breaking the silence. 
 
 The figure laughed. What did he find so funny about my pain anyway? I glared at the man, daring him to speak. 
 
 `` Well are n't you just a treat?'' He grinned, and placed a cloth to my face `` unfortunately for you, your time is far more valuable than your reward,'' 
 
 Edit: please be kind, this is the first fiction I've created in 4 years. It's been a while!
