The Abductee

By Mike Marlinski

On the brink of self-destruction, a man is abducted by mysterious beings from another world and is forced to relive a lifetime of pain, loss and regret. Along the way, he is put through a series of trials that test his will to survive and call every decision he's ever made into question. Will he ever make it home? Or is he doomed to die aboard the vessel? What is the ultimate goal of his captors?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike Marlinski
• Release date: Mar 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301569748

Mike Marlinski

I'm Mike Marlinski and I'm from Buffalo, NY. I've had a passion for science, science-fiction and creative writing for as long as I can remember. My plan is to continue to write science-fiction short stories, novels, teleplays and screenplays until I am no longer physically and/or mentally able to do so. Anyways, that's me. Thanks for reading!

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The Abductee

By, Mike Marlinski

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Copyright ©2013 by Michael John Marlinski

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ISBN: 978-1-3015-6974-8

Printed in the United States of America

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Chapter One: Light

It began one night on the side of the road. I was alone in the cold dark. It was a familiar feeling.

I clutched a bottle of rum in one hand and a picture of my family in the other. If only my wife and daughter were really smiling back at me. But that was another life. That was another

me.

To me, this night was special. It was the night I had chosen to bury my various regrets under so much rubble, that they could never be unearthed again. Alcohol and pills would become my salvation and my wicked nature would finally be exorcized from my soul.

It was at that very moment, while on the verge of finally feeling true and absolute freedom, that I saw her.

At first it was a mere silhouette, barely illuminated by my headlights. I thought it was the booze playing with my mind again. Then, there she was. I don’t know how she found me; the wretched woman who started me down this unforgivable path of self- destruction and disregard for humanity.

She stared into my nearly lifeless eyes. Her rage pierced my skin. I felt myself drowning

in fear as she approached my door. Suddenly, a wave of strength and comfort passed over me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before; almost as if I were utilizing my free will for the very first time. It may have been the excessive amount of alcohol in my system, but to me it was the shame of a life time of submission finally catching up with me.

I threw the bottle of rum to the side, shattering it. Tears filled my eyes as I looked upon my mother’s face for what I knew would be the last time. I could actually see my fear reflected in her eyes. It consumed her. It was refreshing.

I pushed down on the gas pedal as hard as I possibly could. She tried to evade my path,

but her age it seemed had finally gotten the best of her. She fell beneath the car. Her screams were quickly silenced by the sounds of creaking metal and rubber. I drove over her, stopped, got out of the car and stumbled out onto the road.

Drunkenly, I staggered over to her now mangled body. As I looked down upon her shredded flesh, only one thought seemed to cross my mind. So, this is what freedom feels like, I remember saying to myself.

Then, came more tears. For the longest time, I couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy, tears

of sadness or a mixture of the two. Sobs turned into screaming as I found myself wandering

through the woods.

My cries provoked the howling of coyotes from miles away. By this time, I was so drunk and disoriented that I couldn’t find my way back to the road. I trudged through the woods for several hours and the rumbling of thunder eventually gave way to a hard rain fall.

I found myself laughing hysterically at my situation. The true nature of my insanity had finally broken through to my exterior. I was a soaking wet, bloody mess, who couldn’t even figure out what feelings to feel or how to process such feelings.

I fell to the ground and rolled onto my back, letting the rain violently beat against my face. I was nearly unconscious, when the rain abruptly stopped. However, I could still hear it

falling around me. I opened my eyes to see a great shadow directly above me.

The strange object in the sky was blocking the rain. It was silent and stationary. Then, from darkness and silence came the brightest light I had ever seen and the shrillest sound I had ever heard; a sound which produced the most torturous pain imaginable. I struggled to escape from it, but instantly had a

change of heart. I paused. I questioned my motives in running. I began to wonder if fleeing from whatever this was, would even benefit me at all. A lifetime of sin, pain, loss,