Bunac

Lifting the black box weapon, he pulled the trigger. The man felt every part of his body tingle and go rigid. Then he blacked out.

The man suddenly sat up. There was a cold sweat on his forehead. He had been sleeping, and it had all been a dream. Thank God.

He looked about him. But he wasn’t at home. He was in a white room with white walls and a white floor, a white ceiling, and he was sat in a white bed. Everything was white.

He looked at himself, and noticed that he was wearing the same clothes from when the man attacked him. The same jeans, the same torn t-shirt where the attacker had grabbed hold of him. It seemed like years since that had happened.

There was a door, on the other side of his room. He spun his legs round, and tried to stand up. His legs crumpled underneath him, and he fell to the floor. He tried again, and this time, easing up just a little at a time, he managed to stand up. He stumbled over to the door. He tried the handle, and was surprised to find it unlocked. He tried to step out, but something was in the way. It felt like some sort of force field, but he couldn’t see it. He looked into the room outside his cell.

It looked like something from a science-fiction film. There were hundreds of people in white anti-toxin suits hurrying around a gigantic white room with a high ceiling. There was a big sign saying "Outsider Department" and another above it saying "Bunac", the same as the badge on the policeman. The walls were lined with similar cells to his, some with doors open, and some closed.

As he watched, two of the anti-toxin suited people walked over to a cell, and opened the door. The force field for that cell seemed to have been turned off. They walked in, grabbed the prisoner, and frogmarched her out. She started kicking and screaming, so they took out a weapon, much like the one that the policeman had used on him, and shot her with it. They dragged her through a door marked "Neutralisation room". They didn’t bring her back.

Someone walked past his cell door.

"Hey!" he shouted "You!" he screamed with all of his might. But the person seemed not to hear him. No one even glanced at him. They couldn’t hear him. He was trapped.

For God knows how long, he sat on his bed, just thinking. It had all happened so fast, but it seemed like so long. What had happened? That was one of many questions that flashed through his head. Where was he? What was Bunac? What was going to happen now?

A small movement caught his eye. He looked up. There was someone at the door. Remembering what had happened to the woman, he backed up against the wall.

The person walked in. He shut the door.

"My name is Don. I am here to answer your questions," he said.

"Where am I?" the man said.

"You are in another dimension."

The man nearly laughed.

"You expect me to believe that!" he cried.

"You are in another dimension, and you are in the Bunac Organisation Headquarters for the whole world. Bunac is a worldwide organisation keeping the peace. Anyone disobeying the laws will be either punished or neutralised." Don said. The man shuddered as he remembered what had happened to the woman.

"You are an outsider," Don continued. "You accidentally slipped into our dimension through some freak event. The general public must not know about you, so you must be kept in isolation.