David
When I woke up, I was all groggy, and my head and body hurt badly just as it did when I woke up after pulling an late nighter before a test or completing my novel
"Where am I?" I thought. There was something soft underneath me and I heard the distant humming of an engine in the background. As my vision cleared, I looked around and realized I was lying on a bed in a well-furnished room whose aesthetics screamed of a fusion of magical and modern design.
The room was illuminated by soft, ambient lighting that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves, casting a gentle, ethereal glow. The walls were a mix of sleek, metallic panels and intricately carved wooden sections, adorned with shimmering runes that pulsed faintly with a mysterious energy. Floating orbs of light hovered near the ceiling, providing additional illumination. The furniture was an eclectic mix of contemporary and fantastical elements: a sleek, glass-topped desk stood beside an ornate wooden wardrobe inlaid with precious stones. The bed they were lying on had a headboard that seemed to be made of intertwined branches and metal, giving it a surreal, enchanted look.
Warm breathing near my ear made me turn and realize that Damien was lying on the same bed as me . However, it was his state that shocked me. Why was Damien stark naked?
But then I looked down and realized I was just wearing my boxer shorts. My moon pendant chain gleamed a pale blue in the lightning. (Well I guess it did suit me after all.)
Finally, the afternoon's events flashed back to me... the alien vessel, that human sucking light, that taser. We had been captured by extraterrestrials, hadn't we ? Part of me wanted to sob at our predicament. Mom and Dad would prolly be worried sick and had to solve some alien puzzle to get us back or worse never get us back if they wanted to experiment on us. Not to mention the final installment of my novel series was due to finally arrive today. I didn't want to die so soon without finishing that. After all I, David Navarro, only had my book characters as my friends given how much of a loser I was. If only they could go around with me physically like Damien's horde of chaotic monkeys.
But then another part calmed me down reminding me that my idiot younger brother was in the same room as me. I wouldn't let him have the joy of seeing me sob twice in one day.
If I thought rationally, their captors intended to leave us in us underwear after confiscating their upper clothes and phones. But Damien's love for going commando, given his rule breaking personality, must be the reason for his state.
I tried to sit up, but my body ached badly. "Quirks of being lanky and unathletic," I cursed bitterly. In comparison, my brother's physique rivaled Michelangelo's David statue. His matching chain shone on his neck like mine. "Tch," I thought in jealousy, "if only I could get his physique with my brain, I could have had more confidence and gotten up.
Suddenly , I felt nostalgic lying there with my brother —it had been a while, maybe since middle school, that I had slept on the same bed as my twin brother. But then irritation crept in since neither of us didn't ask to be abducted, and that too by a party whose existence I didn't want to know (Thank you The 5 Wave. )
Now, not only did I not have a grasp on my fate, but my chances of getting into a good medical school were also ruined. I couldn't even escape thanks to how weak my body felt due to that electric jolt.
Additionally, the idiot next to me could literally get himself or possibly us both killed. "I hate it," I yelled.
To make matters worse, I felt something wet dripping on his shoulder. "Don't tell me," I thought in disgust as I remembered why I decided to make Damien sleep separately.
Sure enough, that gremlin was drooling and muttering something. "I will never understand this rascal ," I thought, my nostrils flaring. "Did he actually fall asleep after being knocked out?"
I booped Damien's nose hard, mustering my strength. "Hey, wake up, stupid," I cried. In response, he just groaned and turned away. Ugh, how could he sleep in this crisis?
I dragged myself to Damien's ear and yelled, "Wake up."
"Grk," cried the idiot and fell from the bed onto the floor with a thud. "Ow," he grumbled, getting up and scowling me while clutching his knee, "what was that for, David? You ruined my date with Jessica."
"Are you dreaming about your ex again?" I sighed (Of course he thinking about flirting in his dreams.)
"It's been six months, Damien. That gold digger has moved on. It's high time you did too."
Realization seemed to hit him yet again like a truck, and he looked away grumbling and then checked his surroundings. "Where are we and why are you in your boxers?" He then looked down. "And why am I naked? Did you try comparing our physiques?" he asked with a sassy smirk. "I mean, I did win the prom king title three years in a row and am the prince of flashiness."
I raised an eyebrow secretly wanting to yeet him from the vessel. "Only you can think of such preteen stuff, Damien. We are in the middle of a crisis. Could you try to be serious? We have been abducted by extraterrestrials and probably now inside their vessel."