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Updated on October 21, 2011

Flint infuriated me. He always pretended to be kind, pretended that he loved me, but I knew the truth. He was the guy in school that everyone gravitates towards, almost like a sunflower following the sun. I’d never expected him to sit down by me in that first class. I am a nothing, no one, but he sat down to me and shot me that smile that makes everyone just love him.

And I felt nothing.

Actually, that’s a lie. But he used to talk to me, try to make me smile, even laugh. All I wanted was to be left alone. At first, he took it in good spirit. He’d pass me in the corridor, say hi, and just ignore the fact I walked in the other direction. But I guess the fact I treated him differently than all the other girls at school... maybe it turned him on. He asked me out to the prom. I said no.

That was when the trouble started. At first, I noticed how the others were starting to shun me. It took me a while to find out the reason. It was the posters, the posters that had appeared in the schools toilet, where I never went. They claimed all kinds of bad things. But, I ignored it, got on with the rest of my life. After all, there were more important things to me than what the school kids thought.

The thing I care about is at the top of the hill. I walk there every night. No one except my parents know I do it. They don’t like the idea, but they didn’t have much choice – if they tried to stop me, I would nag them down until they gave up. They know that. And it wasn’t like I was suffering at school.

Every evening, whether it is raining, or dry, frosty, or misty I walk up the rocky narrow path on my own, until I get to the top of the hill. There is a building there, made out of sandstone, which is a tower with a dome on the top.

It’s at the top of that hill that you can see everything.

Well, I was walking there that night, up the hill, and it felt like someone was following me. Like a dark presence. Every time I turned around, though, I couldn’t see anything. At first I thought that it was my mind playing tricks. But then, I realised what was wrong. I could hear a chattering sound. My feet sped up automatically. Then I was running, ignoring the stitch in my side, just trying to get into the building. But the door was locked. I fumbled my key, and then looked round.

The thing that stood there wasn’t like anything I had ever expected to see. It was a wobbly jelly like creature, it’s tentacles sliding across the floor.

It’s didn’t say anything. But somehow, maybe telepathy or simply certainty, I knew what it was telling me.

It was asking me to take it to my leader.

Seriously, I couldn’t believe it. The damned creature actually asked me to take it to my leader. I couldn’t help but laugh, and then I stopped. You see, behind it I could see him. Flint. Sliding across the gravel path, a shovel in his hands, coming towards the creature.

“No!” I shouted.

It was too late. Flint wacked the creature with the shovel and it fell down, dead. I looked over to Flint, who had his eyes on the creature. He had a smug grin on his face, as it started to dissolve. Soon, all that was left of the creature was green slime on the floor.

“What’s up with you?” Flint asked, noticing I was glaring at him.

“This creature,” I said, pointing to it, “Do you think it is the only one of its kind?”

“I – “

“Because, as far as I can see, if it isn’t... you’ve just declared war on an entire species. And, Flint, we can’t warn anyone. Not anyone. Because if we do, they’ll just think we’re insane!”

I turned round, walking into the observatory, ignoring Flint whose shoulders had dropped. I knew by now he would be looking sheepish. But it was his own damned fault. The stupid ass had doomed the human race. They just hadn’t found it out yet.


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    jenubouka 6 years ago

    Great story.