[ WP ] An alien abductee attempts to escape the spaceship when their abductors come under attack from a more warlike race .

Woke up. Heard the long bellowing noises. 
 Why were they bellowing? 
 The lights came on. Jennifer was still there. She was awake too. 
 
 They ambled inside the room in a hurry -- I had never seen them move like that. 
 
 Tentacles snatching parts off the walls. They were covering themselves. Preparing for something in a hurry. Like some kind of immune response. I got the feeling that they were scared, panicked. 
 
 We could n't speak, but I locked eyes with Jennifer. We shared thoughts with a look nowadays. 
 
 *Is the ship under attack? * 
 
 They left the room in a hurry -- the last one out looked back at us with his antennas. We knew him by his markings. The look he gave us seemed to mean something. 
 He had wanted to free us I think. 
 
 He was gone for a long, long minute before a sudden 
 FIRE took one of the walls. By the time the light had faded, the wall was gone, sucked into space. Jennifer was on that side -- her arm was ashen and burned. She was wriggling in pain. I could n't move. 
 
 With the atmosphere of the ship blowing in my hair, I looked outside. 
 Lights. Many lights. Like a runway in space. No, they were moving. They were coming toward us at a tremendous rate. 
 IMPACT shook the ship -- flashes of light from outside on the hull. The ship was rolling and pitching. We were being bombarded. 
 
 All at once the wind stopped, and we were free floating. Panting into the breathing apparatus they had sown to our faces. 
 Jennifer was loose. Her bindings must have been burned off. 
 She crawled along the wall to me, eyes ablaze with numbed pain and quick thinking. She was n't fearful. Neither was I. 
 This was our chance. 
 
 It was getting cold. Jennifer got me unbound. My body felt strange. I remembered what I had learned from astronauts. We were losing heat. Our skin was fighting the vacuum to keep our blood inside. Our eyes were already deteriorating. 
 
 Another spattering of lights from the darkness outside -- swirling toward us. 
 
 We crawled along the wall to the door. Banged on it. We could n't get it open. Jennifer was beginning to panic. I grabbed her by the arm and led her to where the wall had burned away. 
 I led her outside. 
 Our captors had flown into some kind of ambush. Swarms of small fighter-class ships were engaged in combat all around the ship. 
 It was only now that we realized the enormity of the ship we were on. A burned out, hulking scaffold of a ship smashes into the room we were captive in. We must have had escorts. 
 
 Jennifer grabs me now. She's noticed another hole in the ship within distance. 
 We shoot over the top of the ship as fast as we can, always keeping one hand on it. 
 We reach the hole and look inside. It's part of a hallway with translucent membranes... we had been through there before on our way to the cell. 
 Jennifer dived down into the hole. I wait a moment to follow her, savoring one last look at the tracing fireworks of space combat. The collisions and purple flames. 
 
 And I see PODS shooting out of our ship... 
 
 Once through the membrane, gravity and atmosphere returns. 
 I rub the frost out of my eyelashes and check Jennifer. She's leaned up against the wall cradling her burned arm. It's only now that I see it's more than burned. It's still melting, steaming. 
 
 I signal with my hands that they're abandoning the ship. That there's hope still. We have to get moving. 
 
 Her eyes go wide and she points behind me -- A massive, brawny creature glittering with metallics slips through the membrane. More of them are coming through the same hole we used. 
 
 I look at her. *FUCK. * 
 
 We turn to the door at our end of the hallway -- and it's opening. 
 He's there... suited up and tentacles covered in machinery... but we recognize his markings. 
 I pull Jennifer down as a terrifying BELLOWING sound fills the space -- he rakes the intruders with lasers, right above us. 
 We're army crawling toward him, and he wraps us up in tentacles and holds us close to his belly. 
 The floor is thundering -- the intruder is coming -- we're helpless as our only friend backs through the hallway door and slams it closed -- welds it shut. 
 
 The door begins to glow red hot and melt away... 
 
 Our friend is slinging through the hallway by handles on every side. This has to be his top speed -- and still the thundering feels broader and harder behind us -- it's catching up with us. 
 
 I'll write more later if people want it.
