It was the summer of 1996. My life seemed to be going nowhere when I got the call. I remember I was sitting on the floor playing my Nintendo 64 and I heard the phone ringing. I picked it up and before I could say hello, a very stern voice asked if he was speaking to Zach Chappell. I replied in a squeaky Mickey Mouse voice (It had yet to mature) “Yes, this is Zach”
“Great he replied in the same stern voice, but with a hint of pleasure in his tone of voice. “What do you know about your dad?”
I knew very little about my dad. I had never actually met my dad. All I know is that my mom went camping in autumn of 1990 and nine months later I was born. “Very little” I replied.
“We need to talk, how soon can we meet?”
“I can't drive yet, I'm only five.”
“Be ready in 30 minutes and we will have a vehicle at you residence to pick you up.” I did my regular routine of shower then shave. Only 15 minutes had passed, so I decided to make some ramen noodles.
Right at 30 minutes, I went outside and barely had to wait before I heard the sound of a helicopter above me, almost like it appeared out of thin air. I lived in a small apartment where there were no places to land, so the helicopter hovered at about 1000 feet while a rope was being lowered for me. I grabbed on to the rope and held so tight that my knuckles were white while I was hoisted into the air. As soon as I got on to the helicopter, I felt extremely underdressed. I was face to face with six huge men dressed in black suits with white dress shirts and black ties. I had on some second hand faded swimming trunks, and a pokemon t-shirt.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked?
“You will know when we get there”
“My mom's going to wonder where I am at.”
“Where is she now?”
“Work.”
“When does she get home?”
“Around four o'clock.”
“You should be home by then.” Seeing as how it was one o'clock getting home at four seemed extremely unlikely.
All of a sudden I felt an odd jolt and a sudden stop.
“Get out.” One of the men said.
“What just happened?” I asked.
“Teleportation. It should be smoother within the next few years.”
Teleportation was not something I was very familiar with. Other than in movies and TV, I didn't even know it existed.
When I got out of the helicopter I was quickly escorted to a Jeep and teleported again. When I finally got to my destination, I looked around. Everything seemed to be made of metal. The walls, the doors, even the chairs were metal.
“Why is everything made of metal?” I inquired almost to myself. But one of the men in suits seemed to hear me.
“Metal is heavier and therefore harder to throw.” He said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
At first I didn't see anyone, but slowly I started seeing people who seemed to come out of nowhere. As I was led back further into what I imagined was a military base of some sort, I started seeing people in medical scrubs running towards us, and then kept on running without even acknowledging us. Suddenly, I saw red flashing all over the place and bouncing off of all of the metal surfaces. The lights were shortly followed by a very high pitch alarm that reminded me of the fire alarms at school.
“Run back to the Jeep” One of the big men yelled. As I was running back to the jeep, I heard a very loud crash. Being to curious five year old I was, I looked back, but only for a second and saw a mass of hair picking up the metal furniture and throwing them at the doctors and guards with ease.
By the Time I got back to the Jeep, the crashing of metal on metal had reached deafening volumes. As soon as I got into the Jeep I felt the same jolt and sudden stop I felt when I was first teleported. After the stop, I looked around and noticed that I was back on the street I lived on.
“Get out” The big man in the suit said. I was in such a rush when I got into the Jeep that I didn't even notice he was there. Without hesitation, I jumped out and headed home. When I got there I sat down and started playing my Nintendo 64 again. In about two minutes, my mom came in and asked me how my day was. I only responded in a grunt.
“O.K” she responded then proceeded to make dinner.
Anyways, that was the best day of my life.
Fun Story. I could see just imagine the helicopter picking you up. Very creative story. Keep writing.
John