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

He came to his senses suddenly, flinching from where he had lain seconds before. 
 
 He felt his eyes adjusting to the painfully bright light, which coated the entire room in a sterile white. The man looked down upon himself and realized that he was, in perspective to the ordeal he had experienced last, relatively unscathed. 
 
 An involuntary sigh of relief and both apprehension escaped his chest. A barrage of questions from his mind fired upon him at once. `` Where am I?'' `` Where are the others?'' `` Did we succeed?'' 
 
 His muscles tightened and he stood up, walking over to the edge of the room. There were no doors and no windows. He led his fingers along the white, blank surface of the wall and felt for something, a switch, a button, a bump, anything. 
 
 As if on cue, the wall before his hands parted in two and revealed yet another corridor. 
 
 Just as he had taken two swift steps, he heard a click. Swirling around and instinctively reaching for his belt, he realized bitterly that all his former possessions were gone. 
 
 Before him stood a man -- or a humanoid, for lack of a better word. It was as if the divine being which shaped man after himself took his own features and altered them each just enough for them to be noticeable. 
 
 The humanoid held a long, oblong object which the man assumed to be a weapon. 
 
 `` Dammit. Alright, you got me, I surrender,'' he says as he cautiously raises his hands, showing that he is unarmed. 
 
 The humanoid remains still and silent, staring at him with an uneasy yet curious gaze. 
 
 `` Do you understand what I'm saying? Fuck, do you guys even talk? Can you at least say something?'' 
 
 Absolute silence. 
 
 `` Look, I've got no weapons. I'm no threat,'' he gestured slowly towards the object grasped by the humanoid. He then pointed towards himself, showing that he, unlike the thing that stood across from him in the hallway, was clearly unarmed. 
 
 The humanoid seemed to gain some amount of comprehension and lowered his weapon. He gestured with a sudden twitch of his head, still not uttering a single sound. 
 
 Noticing that the alien began to walk slowly towards the end of the hallway, the man delicately took a few steps after it. The alien looked at him with further interest, so he assumed that the humanoid wanted him to follow. 
 
 They stepped into another room, which appeared to have something that resembled two stools and a table. A blank screen appeared on the table. The humanoid approached the screen and began furiously tracing his fingers -- or what appeared to fill the function of fingers -- across the screen, forming patterns of shapes and symbols. 
 
 `` Touch-screen, huh? Guess you guys are n't as backwards as we made y'all out to be.'' 
 
 He tried to get a closer look at what it was drawing, but the thing would n't allow him to see it. He patiently waited, and after what seemed like an hour, the thing abruptly stopped and looked at him. 
 
 The man approached the screen. 
 
 There was a big circle. Their planet. Crude stick figure-like markings. Probably them too. The next few drawings showed what the man could only imagine to be their culture, how they lived, how they gathered food, celebrated, mourned, fought, and loved. 
 
 The final drawings were done much hastier. It showed what appeared to be star ships in the sky, raining drops of fiery destruction and chaos upon the land. The stick figures were no longer so animated in their depictions. 
 
 They were dead. 
 
 Tears formed in his eyes like condensation formed among the clouds, fell on his face like the rain droplets fell through the sky, like the droplets of uranium and napalm in the drawings, splattered on his hands like the soft kiss of the rain on a child's face, like the lifetimes of awareness and consciousness terminated by humanity's arrogance. 
 
 A wave of remorse, guilt, and comprehension hit the man. 
 
 `` You do n't understand... our planet is dying. We had to find a way to survive. I just followed orders.'' He closed his eyes and new tears flowed down the crevices of the wrinkles on his face, knowing all too well that it the thing -- the sentient, breathing, compassionate being before him -- would not understand. They would never understand -- it was simply too late. 
 
 A bang and its vibrations reverberated through the walls of the spaceship. His salvation had come, albeit at the expense of the life before him.
