Eye-Witness

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A missing person in Colorado, a close encounter in a small town in the Pacific Northwest and reports of intelligent life coming from outer-space.

Submitted: October 27, 2018

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Eye-Witness
By JOSHUA WEBSTER
 
"The oldest and strongest emotion of man if fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" -H.P Lovecraft
 
I
The darkness of the night filled the air. The gentle desert sands of Colarado blew gently in the wind.
The stars in the sky gleamed their own, solitary lights shared with the obtuse glow of the moon made a pale light against the sands. Of course we all know, or at least those who choose to know are aware that planets, stars, space stations and aircrafts are not the only things above. We are never alone. We never were and we will never be. Maybe those things will outlive man.
We who choose to believe are aware that those things; those suspicous lights in the night sky are incredibly advanced, and are technologically superior to our kind.
I mention us as 'one kind' because we are just simply another animal. We were just the ones that got lucky.
That is why the whole belief of society, education, is pointless. We are animals, or at least that is were we came from. And we are slowly closing towards the point were we are becoming so self-aware and one day we will become so self-aware that we will believe that we are above nature, we are not. Nature is not a physical object, it is a notion that we made up. Nature is not natural. It just is. Life never needed names, or rules or laws life should have been untouched, we are at the point now where we have found ways to move to other planets. And surely we will go on, name the things we see on those planets and ruin the chance for those places to build their own life system and have the same experiences as us.
Life was untouched until we gave it that name, it shouldn't have been named. It should have been untouched. Life just; is.
So really names and titles are fictitious, and stories that some claim to be true are in fact as fictional as stories found within novels and movies and other formats. We cannot tell these stories to nature because names are not 'natural'. We have become so self-indulgent that we struggle to make ties with the very foundation of which we came from.
The foundation of this 'true story' is (as mentioned) somewhere in a desert in Colarado. The desert sands swept-up against the roads like the sea when it laps against the golden sands of beaches.
This road was tired, it had been used many times. It was belived to have been first made during the late 1800's when ranchers needed a safer way to transport their livestock to new land. Frankly using a road frequented by other such people was a lot safer thank risking the desert and attempting to steer-clear of the animals that prowled in the darkness of the night.
On this road in 'more modern times' travelled a man who went by the name of Kurt Lockwood. He was travelling in his old Plymouth which he had purchased for cheap at a used-car dealer in some small dust-ball of a town towards the border with Arizona.
The headlights of his car revealed the road ahead. He was alone. He was heading towards the town of Hope so that he could deliver the car to it's new owner.
You see, the car was a piece of fucking shit. The car was faulty and drove as if somebody filled the engine with sawdust, and he was almost certain that the robbing fucker who sold him the car did.
Hope was a town like many others, made in a year so old that nobody alive lived in, although the old-timers there spoke like they saw the freakin' place being built.
The town was built around  a cross section of road, in fact; the road Kurt was travelling along conviniently placed him there.
He was aware that the town has some history in oil, and that now it known for it's huge car showroom and diner. They were both placed there in an effort to modernize the place.
The diner and the showroom both showed-off the beautiful chrome reds, silvers, blacks and whites that the modern world was so used to seeing. It was as if everyone was fixated over that colour combination and believed those to be 'the colours of the future'.
Unfortunetly they did not know that the real colours of the future would be a million shades of white, cream, green, black and grey. White and cream for house, the other two for pretty much everything else.
The road seemed to go on for longer than any journey would deem worthy. The car drove onwards, it drove on the road four much, much longer than Kurt had originally intended.
His state of tiredness had reached a new level. It had reached the point where you know you should go to sleep but you can't (or some cases you just don't want to). His mind was pin-pointing the things that may be keeping him from passing out; the coffee he had a gas station that morning and possibly the cola he had aquired at the same gas station for the journey ahead.
He had not finished the cola but instead left on top of the dashboard (idiotically since the sun that shone over Colarado wasn't exactly used to cool things).
He turned on the radio (it amazed it that he had not done so yet). He chose the station according to the song that was playing. On this occasion he tuned into a station just as "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" had ended. He liked that song very much, it pissed him off that he tuned in too late.
"That song was first heard in 1976 by The Blue Oyster Cult, I sure do hope that all you night drivers out there enjoyed that one. Say, I was outside the station earlier and I saw these lights up in the sky, they were planes but it made me think; what if there is something else out there? What if we are not alone? I didn't mean to creep you folks out so here's our next song; Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Enjoy!"
Kurt had mixed opinions on this song, he dated a girl once who loved it so he naturally kinda enjoyed the tune. They both had a child, she went missing though. She will always be missed as long as she is gone.
He would often steer with only with arm, allowing him to tap his other according to the rhythm of the music. He had been staring into the darkness for what seemed like an age now, and the radio host's hypothosis made him wonder; what if something was staring back?
Kurt noticed something in the sky, it was looming above him. It had been doing so for a while now (he did not know that). The thing above him was like a huge beam of light.
He stopped his car to look upon the event, he got out and was surrounded by that bright pale light, and was eventually consumed by it.
He felt as if he was being lifted, lifted high in the sky, above everythin else. He had no idea where he was going to end up or what was going to happen, but he did know that he was going somewhere, and going somewhere fast. Very fast.
 
II
Washington State was a truly beautiful location, the vast amount of lush trees was overwhelming. The place seemed like a place that only existed in fictitious tv shows. Within those lushious trees, those creeking woods, those clear streams was a small trailer park.
The park had been owned by a man named Rod Parker for many years, it was a sort of family business. The park was only small but offered a peaceful refuce, for cheap as well.
The woods of the Pacific Northwest were truly unique, they had an ancient feel to them. Walking through them during hours of rain or mist was like living in an episode of "The X-Files" or "Twin Peaks".
The trailer park's inhabitants all had jobs in the nearby town of Atlantia.
Now, Atlantia was a tiny community, hidden in the woods, surrounded by things that one thinks of when imagining such a place; diners, gas stations, lumber mills and a huge national park that it was geographically considered to be part of. The residents didn't like achnowledging that though, that being said they were very social and when one visited a huge sense of community would hang around them. However, that cannot be said of that place anymore.
Interview Recording Tape #1:
"So, Millie; can you please tell me what you saw last night?"
"I saw a monster."
"Yes, but could you describe this 'monster'? Please?"
"It was as big as a mountain, tall, skinny."
"Are you sure that it wasn't just a big person you saw?"
"I am sure."
"Then what happened?"
"It just stared at me and then walked away."
"Was it fury, hairy, did it have no hair?"
"It had no hair, it was skinny. It was big. It was as big as a mountain."
The Tape Ends Here
Of course one could go three ways when attempting to guess what that little girl saw in those woods. Option one may be that she saw what many allegedly do see around here; a saquatch, option two may be that she saw an alien, option three may be that it was some creep who came across her in the woods one night. But how did she get there? Well, the girl was unknown to everyone in that town. Nobody knew her. She only knew herself, and that wasn't by a great deal.
Atlantia, 'the town hidden behind the trees' as one of the billboards read, was truly disturbed by this allogation, as the more modest of the civillians presumed that their was a paedophile loose in the town, whereas the conspiracy theorists there were hooked onto the fact that it could be some supernatural creature, in the woods around their small community.
 
III
Winter was coming, occasional whisps of snow fell down from the sky, not enough to carpet the floor, but enough for the youngsters to notice that Christmas was 'a coming.
Rod Parker was standing on the porch of his trailer, with his dressing-down tightly tied and his hands clutching the warm cup of coffee as he looked out to the grandious surroundings, the small stream, the waterfall, and the heavenly woods of the Pacific Northwest. Ms Anderson was up early (as usual) and was walking aound with her daughter Millie, Rod noticed that he was where the two were headed, so he made himself look busy.
"Rod?" Joanne Anderson hollered across the trailer park.
"Yes?" He hollered back, noticing that Joanne didn't immediatly respond, it must be important if she can only tell it to him close-up.
"You have heard about what my daughter saw a couple of days ago?" She asked.
"Yes, why?" Rod said, watching the little girl hide behind her mother.
"Well, I was wondering if you could cut down our rent? I mean; the diner isn't exactly popular now it's winter and all." She said.
"Not a chance." Rod said, looking annoyed. Joanne and Millie strutted back to their trailer. 'Just because your daughter saw a monster in the fucking woods doesn't mean we're best fucking buds' he thought.
He went back inside his trailer, the nippy morning air had done it's work. He turned on the radio, and was instantly suprised. He flicked around with the knobs and the dials, the only station he recieved was one from Colorado. The host was playing 'Mr Sandman' by The Chordettes. "Huh?" He asked himself. 'How the hell am I getting this?' he wondered, tampering with the machine. He then heard the knock on his trailer door, and immediatly responded.
"Hello?" He asked, opening the door. He saw a man and woman, both wearing winter coats and hunting-hats.
"Hi friend." The woman said. "We just wanted you to be careful tonight, the signals are wild."
"Very wild." The man said, as the two turned away and left Rod's sight. He closed the door and returned to the coffee table where the radio was situated, he found the televison remote and pressed the 'On' button.
The televison automatically showed a news report from a road in the Colorado desert, a man named Kurt Lockwood and that he had simply vanished, his car, wallett, driver's license, all untouched; remained inside the vehicle. He had (as already stated) simply vanished. "Shit!" Rod said. He heard a knocking from the trailer door again. He opened it and saw Sheriff Leigh Jackson.
"Howdy, Rod." Leigh said.
"Hi yourself." Rod replied.
"I was just up here questioning the Anderson girl about what she saw in the woods and I thought I'd just stop by and say hi." Leigh said.
"Well, I sure do appreciate it." Rod said. "Oh, Joanne and Millie came 'round I presume before you arrived and asked me if I could lower their rent because Millie saw a monster."
"Cheeky, bastard." Leigh said.
"My thoughts exactly." Rod agreed.
"You won't believe this but; earlier a couple of these girls rang-in because they saw some creature when they returning home from school." Leigh explained.
"What where the details?" Rod asked.
"Exactly the same as what Millie Anderson saw; tall, skinny, hairless. Weird right?" Leigh said.
"Weird." Rod agreed.
"Oh, and it get's wierder, Jeff Hartley; the guy who owns the Hartley Lumber Farm, well he said that he saw some crop circle in a field around the area, a couple years back. Alien fucking man, I tell ya'." Leigh said.
"Have you heard the news? Some guy in Colorado has literally vanished, left his car, wallet- the man left everything." Rod said. Leigh's radio went off.
"I'll be at the depo in a minute Mary, calm down." He spoke into the radio. "Tell you what, I'll come up here tonight and we'll scout the town's borders and see this thing for ourselves, whaddaya say?" He asked.
"Sure, what time?" Rod asked.
"Nine-ish." Leigh said.
Leigh stepped away from Rod's trailer and got inside his car, waved a friendly goodbye and drove away. Rod stepped back inside, where he found that his coffee had gone cold Damn! He thought.
 
IV
Kurt woke up, he appeared to be lying down, he was no-longer in his own clothes, he was in a kind of patient's outfit one would wear at a hospital.
The bright lights of the room were blinding, luckliy he wasn't subject to seizures.
He was strapped-down to the table, he would occasionally feel brief, sharp pains in is legs, as if somebody was prodding him with a sharp object- something definetly was.
His sense were soon back to normal and he could begin to hear the faint ambience of classical music. It made him wonder; where was he? What was going on?
He could only look up- he was strapped-down remember? Soon those overhead white lights changed colours, they went all the way through the rainbow, flashing the colours over and over again, the music was getting louder, 'Am I being brainwashed?' he thought.
Soon however, the lights simply seemed to vanish, and were installed with a blue calm sky, he was still lying in the bed and he could still hear the classical music, he was no-longer strapped down. He sat up and looked upon his surroundings.
He saw structures made from what appeared to be crystal, or a rare kind of substance, many of them seemed to constructed from matter such as amber, diamond and other such colourful subjects.
The ground seemed to of a strange cross between sand and soil. It was red, earthy and was easily imprinted with footprints.
Strange, the classical music could still be heard, he was no longer in the hospital-seeming room, with the sharp pains coming from his legs. He seemed to be in an almost different world entirely.
The structures were small, the highest one was up to his waist, they seemed to be natural, but they had a striking resemblance to castles and towers from the medieval period. If he had indeed been taken by some other species unknown to that of the average person.
He heard a disturbance from behind one of those crystalline structures, he discreetly moved towards it, not wanting to see whatever resided in this other-worldy realm.
The cause of the disturbance seemed to be another structure, it's appearence resembled coral. And then the thing moved. That odd, coral structure began moving. Kurt starred upon it's rock-like structure, it's holes, cracks and almost shell-like exoskeleton shocked him.
The thing moved oddly, it moved in a kind of shuffle towards him, and the only noise he could hear (other than that of the realm's wind) was the crunches of the organism walking towards him.
He fell to the floor, his back cracked as it hit the odd ground. He blacked out. When he closed his eye lids and opened them again he could see nothing but an array of vivid colours, akin to those the ceiling of his abduction place had turned into.
He then closed his eyes, and opened them again. This time he woke up in a bed, not a hospital bed but a king-sized one, still in a similiar hospital-like room though. He moved his head downwards so that he was straight forward, to the thing staring at him from the bottom of his bed.
The thing was the same coral-like organism he saw a few moments earlier, this time however it was around the 8ft mark, it's head only a few inches away from the ceiling. It's body creaked as it muffled out a few words.
"Won og uoy" The creature said.
"I will." Kurt said, he saw only light and headed towards it.
 
V
Rod and Leigh were walking along the side of one of the roads which circled around Atlantia. Leigh was holding his torch, while Rod was keeping an eye out for anything suspicous.
"So, did anything come of the things you told me earlier?" Rod asked.
"Well, Jeff Hartley wrang me, he requested some of the deputies to come down and help him do the logging, so I sent down some of the young fellas. Erhm, let's see; Deputy Dylan Dockinson and a couple others interviewed those girls, the one's who said about seeing that thing on the way back from school one night." Leigh said.
"What did they find?" Rod asked.
"That those girls were not lying, Dockinson got them on the lie-detector just to be sure and they came off clean. Whatever they saw; they told the damn truth." Leigh said. The two of them could hear the rustling of the trees and the noises of wild animals as they went out on their night-time routines.
The faint snow began again, adding a chill to the air they walked through. Forcing them to do-up their coats and scarves. They even put gloves on.
No-matter where you are, you cannot deny that being out at night can make the nicest place on earth the creepiest damn place ever. It sure did that to Atlantia, not helping were the noises of wolves and moose as they made their way through the surrounding woods.
"How's the wife and kid, Rod?" Leigh asked.
"Oh, they're fine; my kid well, Anne's fourteen and she wanted to desperately go to this college so she's gone to school there as well. One of us had to go with her, you know; cuz' of her age and because I had the business, we agreed it should be her. But Laura and Anne are doing just fine, I call them a couple times everyday. How's your family?" Rod asked.
"Oh, we're fine. Say what the hell's that?" Leigh's attention moved away from the conversation and over to the light eminating from a bush.
"Holy, shit." Rod said. The two of them approached the light, Leigh flashed his torch over it and the two of them glared at it. It seemed to be a kind of pod with a strange light coming from the centre. The thing was egg-shaped and grey.
"What the hell is that thing?" Leigh asked. Rod poked it with his finger, to make sure it was safe to touch. It was. He then grabbed the thing and took a closer look at it. "God damn! Look! There's something inside!" He said. Leigh approached him and looked, he could see it. Whatver it was it was moving. The two of them took it away with them, they ventured back into the town. Where they would await consideration for whatever the hell they just found.
 
VI
It was Sunday morning, Leigh was sat back in his office chair in the depo, in front of him (on his his desk) lay the strange pod-like object. Leigh's deputies were unaware of what him and Rod found the previous night, he felt it best if it stayed that way.
His telephone wrang, it distrubed his thinking about what the hell the thing was and where the hell it came from. "Hello?" He spoke into the telephone.
"Hi." It was Rod speaking.
"Oh, Rod. How are you?" Leigh asked.
"I'm goo thanks. I wanted to ask about the pod, has it done anything?" Rod asked.
"Not yet no, but I was going to call you anyway; a man has agreed to come and have a look at this thing. He's called Claude Truffaut and he specialises in unkown objects, he should be coming soon." Leigh said.
Atlantia was only a small town, and that small town relyed on a few businesses to keep going. One of them was lumber. A large red truck was driving along one of those awkward roads which went around the town (much alike the one Leigh and Rod travelled the night previous).
The Hartley lumber farm was owned by Jeff Hartley. The yard was possibly one of the oldest locations in the town. The huge stacks of logs and machinery would make you doubt it though. When the town was founded by a group of settlers, the original encampment was actually were the lumber mill now stood. The farm was just a bit past the faded "Welcome To Altantia" sign.
The red truck pulled away into the woods, along a muddy side-road which would eventually lead to the lumber farm. Jamie Hoggins was the name of the truck driver, he hated the ruffling noises his winter jacket made.
When he got down to the farm, a large group of workers had gathered around one of the storage barns, they were pointing and shouting, made enough fuss that Jeff had to come out.
Jamie stopped the engine, left the truck and walked towards the group of men. He wanted to know what was going on, as did many people in Atlantia.
"Listen!" One of the men said. "We were all here late last night, and we saw something in those damn woods! We fucking saw something!" The man finished.
"Could you describe what you saw?" Jeff asked, itching his beard.
"It was just like a light at first, we saw it high up inbetween the tree-tops, but it just stayed there. So we took a closer look, you know; we shone a torch and everything." The man said.
"And?" Jeff asked.
"It was like a erh, saucer I guess you could saw. I seemed to be vibrating and making these weird humming noises. Eventually it seemed to dissapear, I don't know where it went but we saw something! Something is out here, Jeff. I am telling you!" The man finally finished.
"Jamie!" Jeff shouted. Jamie moved towards him. Jeff got closer up to him, so that they could talk discreetly.
"Listen, I want you to get the sheriff down here, I can't carry on with nearly all of men being fucking scared. Go! Quickly!" Jeff said. Jamie did.
Around fifteen minutes later the sheriff arrived with Rod and a sharply dressed man. "We're gonna need you all to go, Jeff you stay inside your house. As far as I'm aware this is a crime scene. And I don't want any interruptions." Leigh said, he then marched away with the two other men accompanying him.
The sharply dressed man accompanying the two of them was Claude Truffaut, born in Paris in 1970. He had dedicated the majority of life to researching unexplainable objects and luckily for them, was stationed in Seattle, making Washington State his place-of-research.
They were walking through the woods, through the green, creeping woods of the Pacific Northwest. "Jamie said the men saw the thing around here." Leigh said, leading the three of them. Soon they came to a clearing.
"This wasn't natural." Claude said. "I've seen this kind of thing before, the pressure the crafts make actually destroys a lot of the ground beneath them." He said, producing a notepad and writing important details down. Leigh and Rod began looking closely at the soil.
"Claude, have you ever heard of these things leaving things behind?" Rod asked.
"Yes of course, they crash as we know from Roswell and stuff gets left behind." Claude said.
"Because last night we went searching for these things- whatever they are and we found this pod-thing and it looked like it had something inside." Rod said.
"Ah, yes! Leigh was telling me that over the telephone, I'll have to see that for myself before making assumptions." Claude said.
"Look at the bark up there." Leigh said. "That was where the thing was, the pressure of the damn thing must have done that, or maybe they aren't the best drivers." Leigh said. "I wonder if- What was that?" Leigh asked. The group of them shut up, listening. They heard a rustling.
Leigh pulled his pistol from his holster and pointed it in the direction the noises were coming from.
"HOLD!" Claude shouted. It was a man, the man tredged through the brush. He looked very sleepy and like he was almost in a trans. The three rushed up to him and helped him over to the clearing.
"What's your name?" Rod asked. The man didn't respond.
"Who are you?" Claude asked.
"Lockwood, Kurt, Age 35." The man said.
"What the hell happened to ya'?" Leigh asked, looking at his matte white hair.
"I was taken by one of them." He said, looking at the soil and then up at then up at the sky.
The three took him back to the truck. Leigh marched up to Jeff's front door and knocked.
"Is everything okay, sheriff?" Jeff asked.
"Call off work for a couple days, in all honesty anything could happen. I'm gonna send a couple deputies to guard the place, lock all the doors, this could be anything." Leigh said. He got into the driver's seat and drove himelf, Rod, Claude and this 'Kurt' away, back to the depo.
Leigh placed Kurt in a cell, for his own safety, just while the he remembered himself and while the situation was being investigated.
Leigh went up to his office and began going over the map of the town, Rod was in the preperation room, thinking. Claude was in the evidence locker with the pod.
He found a seat in their and sat down, he retrieved a pencil from his blazer pocket and began prodding the thing with it. 'Strange' he thought. It seemed to lightly bounce back. He prodded it with his finger, same response. He got up onto the chair and stood up, he held up the pod to one of the overhead lights. He could see a kind of thing their, it wasn't static, it's chest seemed to move up and down. He got down from the chair and quickly went into the prep room and showed Rod, he then ran upstairs and showed the thing to Leigh. Who placed on his desk.
"What happens if we open it?" Leigh asked.
"Whatever's on the inside comes out." Claude said. "Bear in mind that I imagine that this thing did come from a U.F.O and if it did then whatever is on the inside is a lot more advanced than us." Claude sat down, opposite Leigh. "You see, when we launch things like shuttles into space, these things these 'aliens' may see them and when they do the same to us we see them. Neither of our species seems to understand that we both in a way, researching each other." He cleared his throat. "Is it okay if I stay in the depo tonight, I want to interview Kurt." He asked.
"Sure." Leigh said. "I planned on staying here anyway." He said. "What about you Rod?" He asked.
"Sure, I'll stay." Rod said.
"Well, it's settled then." Leigh said.
 
VII
Kurt was still in the hospital-like place, the white overhead lights had begun to irritate him. However, he was not bound to his hospital bed, he was free to move around his location.
When he stood up, he noticed that he was no-longer wearing that god forsaken outfit, he was wearing a kind of dark-green suit, a black shirt with the top collar done and black, polished formal shoes. His hair had even mean neatly combed back. He approached a mirror and noticed these things himself.
It was when he was admiring his new look in the mirror that his ears became attracted to a sound. He looked around the place and saw that he was in a kind of cell. The door looked like something from a sci-fi movie, and whatever was moving around; was on the other side of that door.
He stepped towards the door, and they opened. There must have been a censor system installed in- well wherever he was. He made his way outside and saw nobody, whatever had made those noises was long gone.
He walked past many rooms, all nearly identical to his own. However each had it's own distinguished difference. One of the rooms he walked past had a kind of console in there.
He approached the glass window and payed attention to it. From behind stept a familiar figure. He saw himself.
He was identical to him, the only difference being that the version of himself in the room was wearing that ghastly gown which he was glad to be rid of. Once the horror of seeing an exact copy of himself was over, he payed attention to the flashing screen of the monitor. He struggled to make out the words on the console, so he found the hatch to the room, and it opened. He entered the minimalistic room and went towards his other-self.
"Who are you?" He asked him.
"Lockwood, Kurt, Age 35" The other him said. Kurt struggled his way past his copy and approached the console. It read;
Name: Lockwood, Kurt
Age: 35
Current Clones Emitted: 2
"Shit" Kurt said, reading the device. "Where the hell is the other one?" He asked himself. He marched around the room, as if he had lost his identity. His pacing led him to a white desk, which matched the colour of seemingly everything inside that damn place. On top of that desk lay a kind of tape, and beside it a pair of odd-looking headphones. He inserted the tape into the walkman-like device the headphones were attached to, placed the headphones on and hit the 'play' switch.
The two subjects of Mister Kurt Lockwood were both constructed earlier today. One of which we sent down to earth, we wish to know how exactly one of these copies could exist without our aid.
There was however one side effect, the subject's hair colour changed during the journey to earth. Our worry is that the copies will eventually go back to their original states and all details of which they were mimicking will go as well.
The tape ended. Kurt took off the headphones and placed them back onto the desk. He approached the other-him who stood, staring at him. And wrapped his hands around the other's neck, he began to strangle him. Eventually, he noticed that the skin had a rubbery quality. He continued. His copy fell onto the floor and began violently vibrating.
Kurt knelt down beside the copy, and looked at it.
"Sorry." He said, approaching the console, he punched the device as hard as he could. The burning sensation of sparks annoyed him. When he turned around he saw the thing on the floor was now a simple pod-like object. He picked it up and held it up against one of the overhead lights. Something was inside. Something was moving.
 
VIII
The three men had all been debating over how they should go about opening the pod. Either way, the thing was going to be opened. Leigh left the prep room and went into the his office, he opened his desk drawer and retrieved a hunting knife. He then marched downstairs and back into the prep room.
Leigh held the pod, while Claude began slicing along the side. The upper-half was like jelly whereas the back was almost mechanical. Rod was holding a pistol, just in case whatever was inside happened to be dangerous.
Claude got the top off, and quickly put on the rubber gloves Rod had brought in on. He picked up the thing and showed it to the group.
He was holding an odd looking thing. It was roughly the size of his palm and in general terms looked like a skinny, slimy, pale person. It had long fingers and toes, however it lacked eyes, nostrils and only had a small mouth. It then began breathing again. Rod and Leigh took a closer look at the creature.
Claude placed the thing onto the table and put on his glasses. He took a close examination of the thing. It had large red veins around it's stomach. He poked it, the creature lifted it's head up gently, and began to suck Claude's finger.
At this point Rod went down to the basement where Kurt had been and tried speaking to him again.
"Who are you?" Rod asked.
"Lockwood, Kurt, Age 35" He said, in fact. Kurt was facing away from Rod, so Rod moved around him to look at him. His eyes had appeared to have simply vanished.
"LEIGH!" Rod shouted. Leigh was admiring the creature when he heard his friend shout, he rushed downstairs and approached him.
"What the fuck's wrong?" He asked his friend.
"Look." Rod said. Leigh surely enough moved his way around Kurt and noticed that he lacked both eyes.
"Leigh, what we're we investigating when we found this guy?" Rod asked.
"A U.F.O in the woods." Leigh answered.
"And where does Claude think that thing upstairs came from?" He asked.
"An alien." Leigh answered.
"And what does Kurt here and the thing upstairs have in common?" Rod asked. When he looked at his friend, he saw the bewilderment upon his face.
"Lock the cell, stay with it, I'm gonna' get Claude." Leigh said. He rushed to the prep room, where Claude was still messing around with the creature. "Claude." Leigh said.
"Yes?" He asked, turning around with the creature in his hands.
"Follow me, you need to see this." Leigh led him to the basement cells, where the thing they thought was a guy named Kurt was kept. "Look at him." Leigh said. The two of them looked at Claude.
"Are we all on the same page in thinking this is-" Claude was interrupted.
"Yes we are." Rod said. Claude knelt down on the floor and took occasional glances from the man to the thing in his hands. And then he began whispering, as if the man could hear them.
"You told me about the other sightings, well; what was the description of the creature's like?" He asked.
"Tall, hairless, skinny." Leigh said.
"Colour?" Claude asked.
"Nothing about the colour." Leigh answered.
"Look at the thing in my hand and look at this man, notice how he only answers a name and an age. Well, what if he's taking on the persona of an abductee?" Claude suggested.
"It sure is a wild idea, but it could make sense." Rod said.
"A common belief is that there are multiple races of extraterrestrials, just like us. The thing in my hand is white, the thing in there is human and the other reports were of typical aliens. Supporting the race theory. My idea is that, if we kill this thing in my hand, we can research it without the thing causing havoc. If we keep this guy in the cell and make sure that it is locked, then we can go from there. This will not prevent there from being anymore alien sightings. But remember when the thing was sucking my finger? It probably means that it will go onto eat things. If we kill this, and research it, we can find out what to do with this guy." Claude finished.
Rod made sure the cell was locked and then the three of them went upstairs. A group of deputies had just entered the building. "Deputies do not move from here. That's an order." Leigh said. The theree got back inside the prep room, Claude held the thing, while Rod stabbed the little thing with Leigh's hunting knife. Claude wrapped it up in tissue and placed it inside the empty fishtank on the window bay of the prep room. They then went back to the group of deputies.
 
IX
Leigh began talking. "Listen! Downstairs we have a creature unkown to us, we need all of you down there. Whatever happens do not shoot or harm the thing! We need it!" Leigh finished and left the group down to the thing.
"A lot of people who claim to have been abducted say about the bright lights, what if we turn them off and see what happens?" Claude asked Leigh. Who went to the lights and turned them off.
A dreadful ear-piercing screeching noise filled the air, whatever was happening the creature did not approve of it. After a few moments, Leigh turned the lights back on and began approaching the creature.
Kurt's venture down one of the hallways led him to a huge, grandious room. Inside was a kind of shuttle which was docked in a kind of bay. He noticed that the floor was glass and he could see the earth. It made him dizzy, very dizzy.
The lights went out, and the only thing he could see was the earth beneath him. The classical music started again. And soon enough the lights came back on. He beheld a creature like no other, it was very tall and had skinny arms, and legs. It had an abnormally large head with two huge eyes which looked like two giant coals. He began shivering within his suit. The creature held out a hand towards him. He did not move. He only stared at the thing and thought what a magnificent creature it was. The thing he was saw (in every sense of the word) was an alien. He had no doubt about that.
In the sheriff's depo, Leigh began slowly approaching the thing. It was no longer human, instead it was pale and hairless. Not grey, but the same shade of white as the thing Claude held earlier.
It turned around and he saw the thing. It only had a mouth. It couldn't harm him, it was inside the cell.
The station had begun to vibrate, the lights were turning on and off, making the creature continue it's dreadful screech. The sound of Deputy Mary Annox marching down the stairs attracted Leigh's attention.
"Sir! There's something over the station!" She shouted. Deputy Dockinson fired his gun at the thing, making it land on the floor and begin to produce a pool of it's own blood.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Leigh asked Dockinson, the lights and the vibrations went wild. He, Claude and Rod ran to the steps and followed Deputy Annox who led them to the roof. The four of them were amazed.
 
X
A huge craft hovered above the building, the wind was rappid and violent, the craft had huge lights which flashed along the sides, like a strobe light on drugs.
The thing emitted a chanting-like sound, it must have been whatever the thing was powered by.
It then lowered closer and closer to the roof, a huge beam of light came from the craft. Leigh noticed that they were letting a kind of ramp down.
"Goodbye, gentlemen." Claude said.
"What? You can't just get on!" Leigh said.
"They want somebody to. I would be happiest in there, believe me." Claude said.
"Your a very clever man." Rod said.
"Why thankyou." Claude said. Deputy Annox looked amazed, she watched him board the thing and wave goodbye to the three of them as he boarded. He looked behind at them, he continued to wave.
The ramp came up, and he entered the craft. To the three of them the thing just seemed to dissapear into the night's sky, beynd the wall of vision. Rod and Leigh knew that Claude knew what he was doing, he was an intelligent man. He had dedicated his life to researching them, he couldn't be in a better place.
He began to hear the sweet sounds of classical music. Claude saw the missing Kurt Lockwood, dressed in his odd green suit, behind him stood a tall, grey man who in every sense of the world was an alien.
"What a magnificent creature." Claude said. The alien held out it's hand to Claude, who immediatly took it. The thing would go on to share with him all they knew and what humans did not. They were in every sense of the word an alien and a magnificent creature.
 
THE END
 

 

 


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