The crystal exploded, the lieutenant had been vaporized. Wolf turned on his heels and darted for the entrance, he yelled for the rest of his team to bug out. Wolfe was clutching the sword when the shock wave had hit him. He blacked out, after what seemed hours being somewhere that wasn’t earth. He was weightless, in fact he could not feel anything at all, nor could he see. He could hear his breathing, and his heartbeat, nor could he move. He wasn’t really sure if he even lost consciousness or had just become numb to the overwhelming emptiness around him. Until a flash of red washed over him, pain raced throughout his body. 
Now he could see, he could feel. He felt heat, extreme heat. As if he were in an oven. He couldn’t make sense of what was before him at first. A vast open landscape of molten rock and sand, plumes of volcanic eruptions spewed from various places around him, the sky was a dark red, soot and ash filled the sky. Wolfe began to sputter and choke as the volcanic air coursed through his lungs. What broke through all of that, what cut him to his very core was the screaming, he could hear millions of voices screaming in pain and terror. That’s when he saw them. Large yet lean humanoid forms began crawling over the rocks around him reaching for him, staring at him with heads that had eight yellow glowing eyes, a toothy grin rimmed with razor sharp teeth. They reached for him with jagged claws.
Another red flash and pain followed.
Wolfe was on his back, laying on something cold and hard, a stone floor perhaps. His vision was blurry and distorted. He fought to control it, to come to, but his body would not respond.
“Over here we got something,” A voice in the distance said.

“Amazing! Still alive too, better call it in. I can’t believe the temporal relo-“ The voice trailed off as Wolfe began to slip into unconsciousness again.


Wolfe awoke with a start. Inhaling sharply he attempted to sit up only to be restrained by an armed man in a black security uniform and what looked to a man in nurse scrubs. Wolfe brought his leg up and placed his foot center mass on the nursed and kicked him back. The male nurse flew back seven feet and collided with a cart full of medical utensils. The uniformed man had Wolfe in a headlock when two other security personnel came in and wrestled Wolfe down. The nurse came back and this time strapped Wolfe’s legs and arms down to the bed frame, when secure, one of the guards reached out and backhanded Wolfe across the face.

“Ease UP!” the man yelled at Wolfe.

Wolfe struggled against the restraints and said nothing, he wondered wear his gear and clothes were, and that sword. The nurse was cleaning up the mess when a man in a white coat walked in.

“My name is Doctor Mange,” He said “I am glad you are awake, although I do not think my nurse is.” He said nodding toward the nurse picking up the cart he was knocked into, the man had a sour look on his face. 

“Who are you people, where am i?” Wolfe asked.  He knew this wasn’t Frankfurt Germany where injured armed forces members went for treatment while on a combat deployment. 

“Uh, sir, I am not qualified, or allowed to answer that question, all I can tell you is you are in no danger, you are not a prisoner, we are only here to help you. Someone will explain in due time sir, trust me,” he said with a genuine smile.

Wolfe laid back and took a deep breath and closed his eyes. What he saw, before that crystal, AFTER the crystal, and now only confused and scared him. Where was Hirsch and the rest of his team? Where is here anyway? What the hell was the thing in the cave? The only thing Wolfe has right now is his gut. He didn’t feel threatened here. When he visited that place, or was it a dream? It had felt real enough. When those things appeared, Wolfes gut went berserk, he felt true biblical fear, and that rattled him to the point where he hadn’t noticed until much later that he now had a white streak of hair along his hairline.
Wolfe agreed to the doctor’s terms, and calmed down. Wolfe was shaken up, but made great effort to come off as non-confrontational. He followed the doctors directions to a T. After checking his vitals, bloodwork, reflexes and such he was given a pair of gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt to wear, along with hospital slippers.
He was escorted to a room.

‘The room was small, sparse, a table, a light. 

Inside was a girl. Nearly 5’7, with dark skin and long black hair in braids. She was wearing three-quarter sleeves, her forearms showed, both sporting tattoos: Intricate black flowers. 

There was a cup of water and coffee waiting for Wolfe by his seat. The girl seemed to be in her mid twenties, and sipped a mug of loose-leaf tea as she looked the papers pinned to her clip board. 

"Hello there. My name is Gemma! I'm here to interview you and provide you some answers... Try to keep an open mind... This situation is extremely unusual." She said it quickly, as if she had said this particular line several times today.

"Let us start with the basics. What is your name? Do you mind telling me your age?" She hesitated, this last questions seemed to carry the most weight, despite it being a very simple question. "Where are you from?’



 “Corporal Matthew Wolfe, USMC 0311, 1st battalion 7th marines, Baker Company, 3rd platoon, first squad, team leader, 115 78 90009,” He added, ““I think we are only hitting the tip of the ice berg on the unusual scale here Gemma.”

((Sourced section from Eyeris))