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Terror Ran Naked and Screaming Through My Heart

Updated on April 15, 2017

I'd Been Swooshed off the 101

My Ku shrieked, “Brianna, you’ll never get out of here!” I couldn’t argue. I’d been swooshed off the 101 into another dimension. Two armed hazmat suited aliens were standing inches from my car. Terror ran naked and screaming through my heart.

“Get out!” the male demanded, leveling his hi-tech weapon at me. He and the female towered well over 7 feet. I grabbed my handbag, exited the vehicle, shaking like one of those gym vibration machines.

All I could think about were my daughters. I absolutely had to get back to Earth. My ex-husband and that other woman weren’t going to rear them. Not if I could help it. My wits scrambled back from the desert and I glued the fragments of my courage together.

“I want to speak to who’s in charge.”

“Shut up human!” snarled my captress."

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"What kind of hospital is this?"

I swallowed to hold off responding to her. The pair forced me by gunpoint to a metallic square building. It protruded from the surrounding white domes like buck teeth.

Beings with large craniums and caved in faces resembling my captors were in the lobby. They pushed beds containing entities with iridescent skin and odd-shaped limbs.

“What kind of hospital is this?” I blurted out. No one answered. Their silence on the matter disturbed me even more.

It was obvious they needed me uninjured. At least for a while I thought. Since I couldn't overpower these fiends, I sat down on the floor and refused to budge. The sure-footed crew of two were bewildered by my actions. A few seconds later my male captor scooped me up. I squawked like a couple of cockatoos.

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"Are her organs worth harvesting?"

He carried me to a glass paneled room and I was unloaded into a leather chair. The bigwigs removed their headgear and joined the others around a table. “Doctors are her organs worth harvesting?” asked one of the big shots.

Needless to say, I sprinted for the door. When I reached the threshold I was hurled back into the room by a force field. I landed on my can bursting into tears. “I don't want that woman raising my girls!” Suddenly the discussion on my internal organs ceased and everyone was gawking at me.

“What woman?” asked the big cheese.

“She was a mirror image of me," I said.

The Shih Tzu-like face of the lady in charge twisted in agony. "A split parallel!"

The male mucky-muck frowned. "What happened?"

“Mike hung up on me, lightning struck my car, and I materialized on your highway," I answered.

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Brawls and Individuals Exploding into Flames Were Commonplace

A flurry of exchanges between the officials and the medical staff followed. Sentences consisting of poor chi, unstable tissue, and catalyst for spontaneous combustion peppered the physicians’ comments. I gathered from their statements I was a terrible organ donor candidate.

“Send her back!” yelled an elderly doctor who had been silent. Then he noted an experiment involving the transplanting of a Homo sapiens' organs. Where the volunteer recipients ended up mimicking the donor's rage.

Their anger eventually infected the scientists and overran the society. Brawls and individuals exploding into flames were commonplace. External forces intervened with a cure. Out of fear the negativity would broaden even more and impact their spheres. After his ghastly tale a slew of hostile glances bombarded me.

I took a deep breath and waited for what was next. I was startled when the cabal began to howl. I guessed it was a bonding ritual. Afterwards the female honcho stood peering in my direction. “Human you’ll have one hour to reinstate or perish.”

I wiped my tears away with my hands. I couldn’t wait to see my kids. Despite the approaching showdown with my duplicate. Naturally, I felt sorry for those awaiting organ removal and Mike well...

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I Hadn't Expected to Feel the Punches

I was teleported to the 101 along with my car. I spied the carbon copy of my auto and double idling in traffic. The sedan floated towards that vehicle and then overlapped it. Other motorists were unmindful of what was occurring. But the duplicate wasn’t. “I’m not letting you in,” the woman behind the wheel taunted.

“We’ll see about that,” I shot back. I noticed the clone was wearing my diamond stud earrings and white gold watch. They were anniversary gifts from Mike that I'd removed and placed inside my purse after our spat.

She made a sudden movement to the left of the steering wheel. Although I was already about one-third of the way inside her. Then, the replica swerved to the right of the steering wheel elbowing me violently. I got rattled. I hadn't expected to feel the punches.

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I Was Running Out of Time

When the facsimile jerked her head towards the steering wheel, I held one hand against her neck. With my other hand, I pushed her head against the steering wheel. The horn started honking.

My look-alike began to gasp for air. I was running out of time. But I kept pushing my body through her. When my body was completely aligned with hers, I heard a click. I lifted my head from the steering wheel. I glanced at my right wrist and felt my ear lobes. . . The dead ringer was gone.

The traffic started moving and it began to rain. I was exhausted. My midsection ached. I didn’t know why though. Nonetheless, I headed over to the babysitter to pick up Tina and Marie, my three-year-old twins.

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Ku - The subconscious in Hawaiian Shamanism.

© 2015 Irma Cowthern


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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks for taking the time to read my hub and commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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      Lee Cloak 2 years ago

      Another fantastic tale, very enjoyable, voted up, thanks, Lee

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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks...I'm glad you enjoyed the ride.

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      MizBejabbers 2 years ago

      Weird! I love stuff like this. You have a wonderful imagination and a knack for writing it down. Voted up++

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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Wow.....That's real deep, Phyllis... Thanks for sharing.

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      This is really uncanny. I had a friend whose 18 year old son simply vanished along with his car. Police found him about four days later. He had amnesia, could not remember anything about his life or what happened. He kept mumbling "101, 101, 101,..."

      They found his car in a ditch on highway 101 two weeks later, far from where he was found. This happened about 30 years ago - it was very spooky for all of us. He never remembered what happened on 101. He was in therapy for a year or so and eventually regained his memory of his life, family, etc.

      Sorry to ramble on, but your fantastic story brought back those memories to me. Vote Up and shared.

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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks a lot!

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Great adrenalin rush in this roller coaster of a story. Good work. Can't wait to read more. Voted up.

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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks for thought provoking insight...

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      O.Spears 2 years ago

      Great story...Your words painted a picture of what it was like

      to abducted and the fight for ones existence literally and figuratively.

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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Many thanks --- Glad you enjoyed reading my flash.

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      NONI OLABISI 2 years ago

      Wow!!!! ,I felt like i was on this journey , visualizing and riding on every word written , and slipping into character and if given another chance in life what will i do with it? I found myself struggling mentally and my struggle to get back to earth became a lot more important to me to get busy with the things that are most important to me because at any moment , it can all be taken away.... Wow!! Brilliant writing...