reply to post by Tuatha Dé Danann
George dragged the body into the shadows and searched it. There was a tiny radio in its pocket and a curiously shaped knife and fork in another. The
tiny radio said something in an incomprehensible language. George put it down beside the body, but kept the eating utensils.
"I can't possibly escape," thought George. "Why fight them?"
But maybe he could.
What if he could awaken others? That might be worth a try.
He walked twelve blocks to the apartment of his girl friend, Lil, and knocked on her door. She came to the door in her bathrobe.
"I want you to wake up," he said
"I'm awake," she said. "Come on in."
He went in. The TV was playing. He turned it off.
"No," he said. "I mean really wake up." She looked at him without comprehension, so he snapped his fingers and shouted, "Wake up! The masters
command that you wake up!"
"Are you off your rocker, George?" she asked suspiciously. "You sure are acting funny." He slapped her face. "Cut that out!" she cried, "What
the hell are you up to anyway?"
"Nothing," said George, defeated. "I was just kidding around."
"Slapping my face wasn't just kidding around!" she cried.
There was a knock at the door.
George opened it.
It was one of the aliens.
"Can't you keep the noise down to a dull roar?" it said.
The eyes and reptilian flesh faded a little and George saw the flickering image of a fat middle-aged man in shirtsleeves. It was still a man when
George slashed its throat with the eating knife, but it was an alien before it hit the floor. He dragged it into the apartment and kicked the door
shut..... "What do you see there?" he asked Lil, pointing to the many-eyed snake thing on the floor.
"Mister...Mister Coney," she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "You...just killed him, like it was nothing at all."
"Don't scream," warned George, advancing on her.
"I won't George. I swear I won't, only please, for the love of God, put down that knife." She backed away until she had her shoulder blades
pressed to the wall.
George saw that it was no use.
"I'm going to tie you up," said George. "First tell me which room Mister Coney lived in."
"The first door on your left as you go toward teh stairs," she said. "Georgie...Georgie. Don't torture me. If you're going to kill me, do it
clean. Please, Georgie, please."
He tied her up with bedsheets and gagged her, then searched the body of the Fascinator. There was another one of the little radios that talked a
foreign language, another set of eating utensils, and nothing else.
George went next door.
When he knocked, one of the snake-things answered, "Who is it?"
"Friend of Mister Coney. I wanna see him," said George.
"He went out for a second, but he'll be right back." The door opened a crack, and four yellow eyes peeped out. "You wanna come in and wait?"
"Okay," said George, not looking at the eyes.
"You alone here?" he asked as it closed the door, its back to George.
He slit its throat from behind, then searched the apartment.
He found human bones and skulls, a half-eaten hand.
He found tanks with huge fat slugs floating in them.
"The children," he thought, and killed them all.
There were guns too, of a sort he had never seen before. He discharged one by accident, but fortunately it was noiseless. It seemed to fire little
He pocketed the gun and as many boxes of darts he could and went back to Lil's place. When she saw him she writhed in helpless terror.
"Relax, honey" he said, opening her purse, "I just want to borrow your car keys."