The Cabin

He had seen this sign, on the side of the alien spaceship. He remembered it etched on the blueprint, small enough to barely notice, yet still ever-existing.

He looked in the direction of the logo and took a left turn. There was nothing there, but Ishar had the feeling that his efforts would not go to waste. Call it intuition, but Ishar just knew that he would find something here, something that would change the course of the inevitable, preferably in a good way.

He continued walking down the path. The tall cliffs on either side of him, provided a rocky corridor for him to move through. Ishar could spot the faint glimmer of the sand, and the foamy waves of the sea on the horizon. It was then that he realized that there was no other way to return back to the camp, other than walking back through this corridor.

It was a one-way trip, and certainly not a comfortable one.

Ishar reached the beach in a few minutes. After looking around, his heart gave a jump. A cabin! Ishar's eyes furrowed in anger, hoping this was the place where Dr. Tanvir was hiding. He silently stalked towards it.

Now, we all know that it's a very bad idea, to go roaming inside a strange cabin in the middle of nowhere, but Ishar had reached a point past basic common sense. He quietly opened the door, the gun held swiftly in his hands.

Ishar stepped inside, the wooden floors creaking loudly. The house inside looked so sad and desolate, Ishar almost pitied the beach for having such a bundle of despair in its midst. Seashells hung from the rooftop, and the corners of the rooms were damp, and reeked of moss. 

Ishar moved quietly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, when he accidentally knocked over a mug lying on the table.

The whole incident seemed to happen in slow motion. His heart gave a funny leap, and Ishar held out his hand, catching the mug before it could shatter and alert anyone inside. For the 100th time, he thanked god for his amazing reflexes.

Just then, Ishar felt his hands begin to grow warm. The heat of the mug was seeping into his hands. But how could a mug be so warm? Unless…someone had just poured something hot into it!

"Would you look at that…" Ishar muttered. He knew it well now. He wasn't the only person inside that cabin. He wasn't alone right now.

Ishar held his breath, his grip on the gun tight, as he ventured deeper inside the cabin. He reached a second room, much smaller than the first. The walls were a faded blue, and the windows were slightly broken. However, Ishar didn't notice that. In fact, his eyes were focused on a particular spot in the floor.

A trapdoor!

Ishar entered the room, his hand inching out to open the trapdoor, when the door behind him shut close with intense ferocity. Ishar's head snapped back, his outstretched hand stopping in the air. Suddenly, the gun was knocked out from his hands, thrown away into the dark shadows. 

Ishar looked around, fully alert. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, his heart beating so hard, it could've just leapt out from his chest into his hands.

A small lamp lit up in the corner, revealing a comfortable, velvet chair. Inside the chair was a man. The very man Ishar had set out to find, to stop.

"Well, hello again, Ishar," Dr. Tanvir spoke, in a mockingly calm voice, "What a surprise."