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"...don't know if- wait, I think he's waking up!"
Why did everything sound so far away?
"Is this safe? We don't know..."
What wasn't safe? He had so many questions right now...
"Of course! We've seen much scarier looking aliens that are nice. This ones almost human...minus the wings and horns..."
Maybe he'll just go back to sleep. Sleep sounds good...he can figure everything else out in the morning when he- never mind, he's going to figure it out now.
His thoughts were interrupted when something clamped down on his wing. His whole body convulsed, his head lifting off the table as he struggled to break off whatever contraption he was in. He tried opening up his eyes but it failed; the lights wherever he was were too bright and burned his eyes. His eyes were watering and he felt liquid falling from his tear ducts.
"Unh, he's definitely awake! Someone hold his head down before he gives himself a concussion!"
He heard multiple yelling; in alarm or fear, he wasn't sure. He didn't think that there was anything to fear. He was restrained pretty tightly and if they were scared of him, they probably didn't get out much.
His guess was just that they were just confused and had tied him up because they were scared of him. He was a bit relieved since that meant he'd be able to get out of this situation easier. Still, his body wasn't as calm. His wings strained against whatever was holding him down and seemed to have a mind of there own.
Little by little, his eyes opened and his movements slowed. He was already tired and sweating and he was disappointed in himself. He blamed the soreness of his body; he felt it more now that he was a bit more conscious. His eyes burned and he closed them over and over again, blinking rapidly.
Through his watery eyes, he made out six figures. However, that was just a guess. Oh wait, and the one that was holding his head down. It felt like a hand but it was cold. It also kept twitching, making him tense up in confusion. Who the hell were these people? What did they want with him? He asked himself this over and over until someone spoke. This was what made him even more confused. He squirmed in the metal hands grip and tried to get a good view of the person. The person that spoke his name.
"Manu?"
At first, he thought of it as a trick of his delusional mind. Maybe he was out for so long that he started hearing things. He opened his eyes and looked directly at the person that spoke. Okay, now he was definitely hallucinating. That, or this was some crazy dream. If this was a dream, he was going the curse the gods for eternity if that was possible.
Right in front of him, right here, was Matt Holt. He was the one who chose to save Manu out of everyone in that ship. The selfish idiot who just HAD to come back for him. That man was standing right in front of him...
and he just blinked at him. The man stood closer then before (when did he get so close?!) and was looking at him with a worried experession. Manu only got a sentence out, yet it sounded more like one long slurred word.
"long time no see, my friend"
Then, every sound seemed far away again except for a high pitched ringing stuck in his head. His head fell to the side and black consumed his vision.