Authors note: This is my first story submission and while I hope you enjoy it for what it is, I am welcoming all feedback both critical and constructive. My goal is to improve as a writer, so If you wish to see a continuation of this story please let me know.
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It was a brief but brilliant display in the upper atmosphere, a ball of rippling light burst brightly in the sky. It lasted for a few short seconds before fading, the vibrating ripples in space receded, and a metallic craft was left in the darkness. At the controls of this craft sat an entity from somewhere far outside of our dimension. The entity looked towards the bright blue world before him and he grinned, it time for his fun to begin.
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The last thing Alison remembered before waking up in this strange room, was leaving the campus library around 11pm. She had spent that Friday evening studying for her upcoming exams, choosing to ignore the various social events going on with her classmates. Alison preferred to spend her time among the sprawling shelves and books of the library, away from people. People were complicated in real life and unlike the works of literature she studied, rarely ever did she get to see behind the curtain and understand the people around her. Alison's aversion to social events had served her well through college, her grades we good and her studies were enjoyable. Tonight however, her luck might have changed had she not been alone. On the path to her dorm, in the cold autumn air, she was taken. A flash of light, a sudden stop and the world started spinning, Alison's vision faded and everything went black.
She was awake now though, her vision still blurry, her surroundings strange. The room around her was rectangular, dim lights dotted the walls on what looked to be strange electronic consoles. Everything had a polished white look about it, too clean and precise to be anything other than clinical in design. Unusual instruments and equipment littered the wall length table to her right. She was laying on her back in the middle of the room atop a metallic table.
She blinked to clear her eyes, and panic set in as she looked about. This was not right, she wasn't supposed to be here. She still had her clothes on, her thick warm sweater and her jeans, yet her boots and socks were missing. She tried to move, to get up and run, but she couldn't. Her wrists and ankles were held tight in soft pliable yet strong metallic cuffs, connected to robotic arms that extended from the table. She struggled harder, panic rising, desperately trying to understand what was happening and where she was. The robotic arms matched her movement, fluidly adjusting and altering their angle and length to maintain control of her flailing, while protecting her from damage or harm.
Her movement had triggered a change in the room, as the lights began to brighten and two or three beeps could be heard from an overhead lighting module. It made a whirring noise before descending from the ceiling slightly. Alison noticed what looked like a camera lens retract and expand as it angled itself perfectly in front of her face. A robotic voice spoke from the modules speaker, causing Alison to freeze in shock.
*"Subject has regained consciousness, experimentation to commence, attendance required."*
Alison panicked, "Who are you? Please let me go? I don't know what's happening, you've got the wrong person!"
*"Subject has regained all cognitive faculties, experimentation will commence, results will be optimal."*
"Please let me go, I promise I will just leave, I won't tell anyone. You've got the wrong person!" Alison's pleas became strained with tears as she begged to get away from this situation.
*"Subject designated Alison Edwoods, you have been intentionally selected for participation."*
Her breath caught it her throat as the robotic voice said her name, this was real, this was happening to her, and it was planned.
"I DO NOT SUBMIT TO PARTICIPATION! Let me go now, I don't want to be here! Please, who's doing this?" she cried.
*"Participation will commence regardless of subject's consent."*
As the robotic voice concluded its statement, a loud noise cut through the room. It sounded like the air break on a truck and it made Alison jump. She looked to her toes in the direction of the sound, and saw the white polished wall had altered itself, and a doorway now stood open. She stared in shock at the figure standing at the entrance to this room. It was tall, no not it, he, he was tall. She whimpered and began to quietly cry as her breath became ragged. She was looking at something not quite human. The man stood there, at-least seven feet tall, leaning up against the doorway. His skin was a light lavender purple colour and his eyes were a solid crystal blue. No iris, no pupil, just blue. He could have passed for human in the dark, but in the light Alison could clearly see features she would never in a million years have guessed. The most unexpected was the tail. Over the shoulder of this figure, she could see a thin tail with a spear pointed end waving back and forward slowly.
"Please... please let me go, don't hurt me..."
The figure shot a deep grin, it seemed amused by her words and that terrified her. He leaned forward from the door jam and stepped into the room. His tall frame loomed above her, as she tried again to pull her arms and legs free. The man held his grin, teeth as perfect as any Hollywood celebrity. His hair was black and cropped neat with a slight upward wave forward at his fringe. Alison's mind raced as she took in the detail of this unusual man. His jawline was striking, and his body was lean and thin yet defined with muscle. The muscle would have been unapparent had it not been for the clothing he wore, which looked like some form of skin tight carbon fiber shirt. It clung to his every curve and bulge, making his muscles pop noticeably. Even without pupils Alison could tell his eyes were watching hers explore him.
The man held his grin while he studied her back, before finally speaking in a calm yet commanding masculine tone. "Alison, my dear perfect Alison. I do not aim to hurt you."
She shook with fear at the words he spoke, still unable to shake the feeling she was in trouble. "Then who are you and what do you want with me?"
"I am the Mitre," He replied while dipping his head slightly in an odd sort of bow.
"The what? I don't understand...please, please let me go?"
"Alison, we will have plenty of time to talk. Let me reassure you, that I intend you no harm. I am the Mitre, and I have selected you as the first subject for my human experimentation. You will be free to leave when I have the results and data required."
His voice had calmed her down slightly, she was still concerned for her well-being, but that voice... it had such a relaxing effect.
"Why me?"
He grinned once more, that perfect handsome Hollywood grin.
"Because Alison, you are my favourite."
She flinched, still unsure of exactly what he meant. She looked at his still smiling face and felt a little more relaxed.
"I'm your favourite? for what, what does that mean? Are you... going to eat me?"
The Mitre laughed a deep chuckle. Clearly enjoying her confusion he replied, "No Alison, I do not intend to eat you, I don't know where you humans have been."
He took a moment to smile at his own little joke, he seemed entertained by just the act of speaking and continued with an electricity that captivated Alison while she listened.
"I am a traveler, a scientist and a tinkerer of sorts. This is the first time I have been to this dimension and your Earth, you are the first human I have had the pleasure of meeting. I chose you, because I like you."
