Look like Crabs, talk like people By: Tyler France
In the dark of the night, within his government home is Washington D.C he was kidnapped by Crab People. He struggled greatly but he was powered by the 3 captors and sprayed with knockout gas. As he regained consciousness he asked his Cretaceous captors in a slurred voice "What do you want from me?!". The 3 Crab People laughed and the one driving the van replied "You'll see Mr. Reid." He was confused, that wasn't his name. Then he came under the shocking realization that he couldn't remember his name! In fact.. He couldn't remember much at all. He felt weight in his pocket and reached in to find a 3 toothed comb, a pocket knife and a folded piece of paper with the numbers 84-65-73. He made sure to keep these items secret and felt the van start to slow down; he looked out the front windshield and saw the entrance of a large tunnel but his observations were interrupted by another shot of knock out gas. When he awoke again his eyes were difficult to open because of the extremely bright light beaming down on his face, and as he attempted to rub his eyes he realized his hands were bound behind the chair. He felt and lump of fear go over his throat as the static of an intercom filled the room. He assumed his captors were behind the glass window that only showed his reflection, and a voice said "We've been looking for you for quite some time Mr. Reid". "Why do you keep calling me that?" He replied. "They must've erased more than we expected." He was very confused by that statement. "your name is Tomas Ried." The Crab person explained. "You're the head of the secret division of the CIA that has only one goal. To stop Crap People from taking their rightful place as the dominate race in the world. You, and you alone know the launch code that will wipe out our base,and everything we've worked for.. And we want it Mr. Reid. Your government has erased your memory in order to protect every major city in the world from invasion. And inhalation. This information was too much to process. Tomas replied "But I don't remember anything! I don't know the code!" The door into the room opened, and through the darkness emerged a tall crab that walked on two legs and had pincers for arms. "Don't worry Tomas, we have ways of extracting the code. Although the code has been erased from your conscious mind. It can still be found in your subconscious but, I'm afraid you won't survive the extraction." Tomas' heart dropped. He had no words to say, he did not feel like begging this creature for life. Instead he focused his attention on escape. Once the Crab Person left the room he began to twist his hands; blood began to seep into the rope as he used all his might to get his hands free. He finally freed one hand and did not hesitate to grab his pocket knife and free his other hand and feet. Tomas put his ear to the door and heard a guard whistling outside. He jiggled the handle to make sure it was unlocked and with his pocket knife in his hand thrust the door open to knock over the guard and stabbed the