Jacob Landon

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Jacob Landon lives a quiet, simple life, blending into the background. His days start off the same and always end the same. This particular day starts out the same as any other, but changes the moment he steps into the diner. When Jacob walks through the door, he is surprised to see an older gentleman sitting at his table.

All Jacob wants to do is go home, but can't with out help.

Submitted: March 28, 2017

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Submitted: March 28, 2017



Jacob Landon

By: Nicki Reiter


Jacob Landon lives a quiet, simple life, blending into the background. His days start off the same and always end the same. His weeks and months are always the same, monotonous and boring. That’s the way he likes it.


Free of drama and free of people.

Jacob heads for the diner every morning at six. He makes a pit stop at the convenient store to pick up the daily paper.

He is always by himself when he goes into the diner. He always sits at the same booth, the one next to the window. He loves the feeling that the darkness outside gives him. It envelops him, making him feel totally and completely isolated. The diner has enough life and light to remind him that he is not.

He’s always the only person at the diner, except for the cooks and waitresses. Every morning he orders a black coffee, as he enjoys the solitude that the diner provides. He has his paper lying on the table in front of him. Every morning he peers down at it, but he never actually sees it, the words looking foreign to him. Jacob looks for one thing and only one thing, but he can never find it.

Each day passes him by, turning into years. He never finds what he is searching for. Each day he feels more and more lost, with millions of questions racing through his head and never any answers.

* * *

This particular day starts out the same as any other, but changes the moment he steps into the diner. When Jacob walks through the door, he is surprised to see an older gentleman sitting at his table.

The man looks up and motions to Jacob. Jacob hesitates for a moment, before walking over to the booth and sliding in across from the man. Both men just sit there, staring at each other in silence.

A few minutes later, the waitress comes over with Jacob’s coffee. She exchanges her normal everyday pleasantries with him. A couple sentences later, she walks away.

Both men watch as she leaves their table. When she’s out of earshot the older man leans in. He speaks very softly, making sure that Jacob is the only one who can hear him.

“I heard you been looking for me.”

“Indeed, I have.”

“Well, what do you want?”


The older man, Frank, goes ghastly pale as he recognizes, for the first time, who his companion is. He takes a sip of coffee and sits back into his seat, prolonging the inevitable.

Frank thought they were all dead. There were about sixty of them. They were locked in a room and burned alive. He saw to it. There were no survivors. He was positive that they all perished. Now, one survived and called himself Jacob. If he survived, could there be others?

Frank takes another sip of coffee, hoping that the bitterness will help calm his nerves. Stalling long enough, he takes another sip and puts the cup down on the table.

“It’s Jake now, right?” The man across the table gave a quick nod of his head. “Well, Jake, you know this is not an appropriate place to be having this conversation.”

“It’s a perfect place as any.”

“What do you want?”

“I already told you, answers.”

Frank finishes his coffee and stands up. He takes out his wallet, realizing that the diner is filling up with people quicker than he had originally imagined. He put a ten dollar bill on the table.

“I can’t help you. Not here.” He turns his back on Jacob and starts for the door.

“All those innocent people!” Jacob yells out.

Everybody in the diner looks his way, except for Frank, who stops mid stride. He turns around and walks back over. He stands by the table, drumming his fingers on the hard surface. He has a calm expression on his face, as he listens to the other patrons whispering underneath their breaths. They are talking about him: Frank is certain.

“I can expose you and everything you have done,” Jacob says in a much quieter voice.

Frank slides back into his seat. He leans in.

“This is not the place. We need to discuss this in a more private setting,” he says in almost a whisper.

Matching his demeanor, Jacob responds, “This is a perfect place as any. Besides if I remember correctly, the last time we were in a private place, you did your best to kill me and my kind. I am not going to make that same mistake twice.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Tell me where it is. That’s all I care about. ”

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit!” Jacob is surprised by how harsh his voice sounds to him. In a calmer, quieter manner, he continues. Frank leans in to hear.

“You tried to exterminate us once. It didn’t work. Not all of us died. We are alive, thriving and stronger than ever. All we want is to find it. We will not let you or anybody else stand in our way.”

“Are you trying to threaten me? You can’t and you won’t hurt me; it’s not in your genetic makeup. It’s not who you are.”

Jacob laughs. The laughter sends chills down Frank’s spine.

“We were a peaceful people, once upon a time. All we want is to go home. We will do anything to go home.”

Suddenly Frank gasps in surprise as he watches Jacob changing. He is slowly starting to shed his human skin. Pieces of flesh are flaking way around his face to reveal those hideous black eyes.

Frank stands up. He starts for the door again, only to find fear paralyzing him in place. Everybody in the diner is now surrounding him. Human skin litters the floor. He finds the black eyed, scaly skinned creatures repulsive.

“Listen,” he put his hands up in a nonthreatening manner, “I don’t know where your ship is. If I did, I would tell you. I want to help you. I swear.”

“I don’t believe you. We don’t believe you. You know, we didn’t come here on purpose. We crashed here. We never meant any harm. We just needed help, but you. You hunted us and rounded us up like cattle. You put us in a room and slaughtered us. You didn’t believe a word we said. You were too afraid. Now tell us, why should we believe you, Frank?”

“It wasn’t my plan. I wanted to help, but my superiors had a different idea. I’m sorry I was just following orders. I didn’t have a choice. I had my family I had to think about.”

“Funny, that’s what everybody else said. You hate us, don’t you? We are far more technologically advanced; we are genetically more advanced than you are. It scares you, disgusts you, doesn’t it?”

“No, you have it all wrong.” The slimy, scaly skinned aliens closed in on Frank. “You won’t hurt me. It’s against everything you people believe in.”

“You’re right. We won’t hurt you. We can change our appearance. Which you already knew, but did you know we can change other people’s appearances as well?”

“You…you can’t do that, can you?”

“How do you think we survived all this time? You’re still skeptical? Let us show you then.”

One of the aliens grabs Frank’s arm. He can’t move as the coldness spreads throughout his body. Blackness engulfs him. He falls into unconsciousness.


When Frank wakes up, he is submerged in complete darkness, feeling light-headed and disoriented. He waits for a few moments, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness.

He stumbles around the room, looking for a light switch. When he finally finds it, he flips it on. In front of him is a mirror. He stands there frozen. The face that stares back at him is not his. Frank Owens does not look back, but the face of Jacob Landon does.

He looks behind him. He investigates the oddly shaped room. He is alone by himself. He goes back to the patch of wall where the mirror hangs. Again, the face in the mirror is Jacob’s, not his.

He peers into the mirror, confused and scared. He touches his cheek, his nose, but it isn’t his face he is touching. It is Jacob’s. The aliens somehow have changed Frank’s appearance, but why did they choose to make him look like Jacob Landon?

He walks over to the couch and sits down, feeling dizzy with millions of questions buzzing around in his head. As he sits down, something catches his attention.

He picks it up to examine it more closely. It is a newspaper clipping, with a picture of Jacob Landon. He is starting to understand. The original Jacob Landon is wanted for the rape and murder of seven children.

What happened to him? Did he die? Did the aliens change his appearance to look like somebody else? If so, why? It doesn’t matter. Now the aliens are getting back at Frank, who is only Frank in his thoughts. He was having a hard time wrapping his brain around it.

Back then, he was the one in charge of getting rid of those gruesome-looking beings. They claimed peace, but how could Frank be certain of that? He did what he thought was best for his country and for his people.

Now they made him into this serial killer, Jacob Landon. He looks like him, sounds like him. The only thing that isn’t Jacob is his mind and memories. Like anybody is going to ever believe the truth.

The aliens made Frank into Jacob, so he can be hunted, locked in a cage, and eventually murdered for his heinous crimes.

The End


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