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| Scribble Challenge #49 Nothing personal... |
The warm sunshine kept the crisp morning air at bay as he slowly strolled down the stone walkway. Daffodils, daisies, roses and more bordered the trail in a vibrant rainbow of colors. Beyond, a sea of the lushest green grass spotted with islands of various trees, each overflowing with ripe fruit ready to be plucked. In the heart of the garden, the Norman Rockwell of ponds fed by a waterfall and stream not too far away. The gnome paused at the edge of the water to watch the Koi swim about playfully. Soon, a flock of monarch butterflies came to greet him, dancing in the soft breeze. The sound of birds singing filled the air, and in that moment, he had found heaven...
"Quick!," a gruff voice ordered. "He's awake!" The gnome had gone from a heavenly dream to a hellish nightmare as two shadowy figures wrestled him down on his bed.
"Hel..," is all he managed to yell before the gag was shoved into his mouth. A moment later his hands and feet were bound as well. In the dim light of his bedroom, he could almost make out the faces of the humans abducting him, but he was plunged into utter darkness as they stuffed him into the thick burlap sack.
What happened from there, he could only speculate. For a while, he could hear the loud roar of a motorcycle beside him. Then, the sack that contained him was forced into a box of some kind. He heard voices... lots of muffled voices... Suddenly, he was picked up and dropped on a conveyor belt. The whole time, the gnome could only mummer through the gag and wonder where they were taking him.
The mechanical sounds of the conveyor were soon replaced with the deafening roar of an airplane. My god! he thought. What could I have ever done to deserve this?! The engine continued to howl and the only other thing he could tell was they were flying. The hours passed by and the gnome felt he would loose his sanity if the ear-bleeding sound of the plane kept going.
When he was about to give up all hope, they finally landed. His box of a prison made it's way over the conveyors again and soon he found himself in the trunk of a car. Where ever they were heading, the drive was not as long as the flight. However, the road they were on had gone from smooth to rough then to downright brutal as he bounced and banged around in his confines. What ever they are planning to do to me, his mind complained, could not be half as bad as the trip there!
The car stopped and he heard the gruffy voice say they were there. Where ever there might be. He heard the trunk open and he was pulled from his prison-box. Then there was blinding sunlight as he was dumped out of the burlap sack face down on the ground. He squinted and blinked against the sudden brightness trying to adjust his eyes.
"Cut his feet loose," the voice ordered. There was tugging at his ankles as his restraints were severed. He rolled over to kick at his attackers when he finally recognized them. The Pirceline Negotiators. William Shatner knelt down over his once-friend and pulled the gag from the gnome's mouth.
"Nothing personal," he grinned. "It's just business." Then everything went black.
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Posted by spiritualcoma on 2009-10-20 00:06:22 | Rating: | Views: 74
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