Maxwell’s suit clung to him as he sprinted through the streets, almost propelled along by the fierce winds. He was soaked to the bone, but currently adrenaline had taken a hold of him, and he had no time to worry about anything else other than escape, his other senses fading to the back of his mind. tripping, he tumbled to the ground face first, and a large crack echoed outwards, swallowed up by the winds and crushed by the falling buildings. Maxwell smelt blood through the damp rain, and his face and nose were red hot, but he had no time to be feeling pain. He noticed that the contents of the suitcase he had been holding had emptied, sending valuable documents and money flying everywhere as the wind stole it. A group photo of Maxwell and his family flew past his vision before being destroyed by the rain and turbulence. As he began to get up, a piece of concrete rubble flew over his head, destroying a nearby car. If he’d been faster he would have likely been killed. Maxwell quickly made the decision to find an open space where he’d be less likely to be crushed, such as the nearby field. He picked up his suitcase and resumed running, as a anguished roar sounded from the skies above, shattering the clouds and the sky above like glass, leaving only the black void of space.
Reaching the field without incident, he looked back when he was sure he was safe, his fatigue catching up with him. Several metallic spheres, unearthly in design, flew at him at speeds with murderous intent. Reacting on instinct, Maxwell batted them away with his suitcase, sending some of them spiraling, whilst others passed overhead without turning back. Maxwell staggered as he regained his posture, turning his head to make sure nothing else was preparing to attack him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he decided to inspect the fallen spheres. Edging close to one, he lightly tapped the warm surface, causing it to spontaneously break open. Inside was a giant eyeball about as large as a football. Maxwell did a double take, holding his mouth and nose as blood began to gush forth from it, as if responding to the alien being in front of him. Rotating its pupil, the eye looked directly at him, bloodshot and swollen. The inside of the metal sphere were covered in many small needles, that had almost certainly impaled the eyeball for whatever reason. They appeared to be electrically charged, as small hairs on the eyeball stood on end. The roar sounded again, even louder this time, coming from every direction, repeating endlessly in Maxwell’s head as he desperately tried to accept reality.
“I must be dreaming…”
The wind slowly began to subside, enveloping Maxwell as a giant, black silhouette descended from the sky. Maxwell fell unconscious.
The world was spinning, his vision spotted black, his ears ringing, his head hot and throbbing painfully. Shivering, he rolled out of bed, flopping with a thud down onto the cold floor. He groaned as he turned over onto his back, and looked up. He was in a small bedroom, the windows covered in a sheet of frost. The room was barren, but it’s basic design was familiar, which relieved Maxwell to no end. Weak and tired, he remained on the floor, finding no energy for any physical or mental effort besides shivering. He closed his eyes. Slowly, he calmed down as the room began to warm up, a vent in the ceiling blowing in warm air. Maxwell’s breath was stolen away from him as he heard a squelching sound nearby. He turned to the doorway and opened his eyes. Cold, metallic, and spiked with needles, was an unfamiliar wall lined with those eyeballs. Quietly watching him, unblinking.
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