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Alien Abduction Fiction Short Story: The Disappearance of Steven Belanger

Updated on April 10, 2015

The following science fiction tale is about one man's encounter with alien abduction. My goal in writing this short fiction piece was to let the reader use their imagination, and let the words below take them to a snowy mountain road in Tennessee, to a highway where Steven Belanger is traveling in his car through a winter storm to be with his wife.

The events in this story are fiction, as are the characters and their names.

Now, place yourself in the passenger's seat of Mr. Belanger's car, and be mesmerized by his alien meeting with an unavoidable fate.

JM

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Steven Belanger began to worry. The snow was showing no sign of letting up. In fact, it seemed to be worsening, and he still had forty miles of winding and undulating mountain road to travel. As he crested a gentle rise, he slipped his sporty little sedan into low gear. The engine whined a moment and then he was moving down the slope at a safe speed.

The wipers on the car's windshield dashed madly back and forth, and Steven found himself pushing his face nearer the glass. Big, fluttering flakes swarmed against and around the car and, for the first time, he thought about getting off the road, finding a hotel, and trying to get home again tomorrow.

Mr. Belanger was a businessman. He was on his way to meet his wife in their newly rented home. He'd never been there, having only viewed photos his wife sent to him on his cellphone. She'd gone ahead to Tennessee, driving her own car, while he'd wrapped up his final deal at his old job.

For the past three years, Steve and his wife, Clara, had made Ohio their home. Steve would make week-long trips on the road, traveling across the Midwest as a manufacturing buyer. Now, he'd been offered a desk job at a firm in Middle Tennessee. The result would be less time on the road and a chance to start a family.


There was no one else on the highway now. He hadn't seen another vehicle for miles, and it was getting dark. He saw a yellow sign, just a glimpse as he passed, through a spinning mini-cyclone of wind-whipped snow alongside the road. Perhaps there would be a town up ahead.

He squinted out through the furious wiper blades at the road. The road was now covered in snow, and there were fresh tire tracks ahead. He could still easily make out the side of the road, so he didn't need the tracks to guide him, but they did ease his concerns that he was the only one foolish enough to be out in this.

He navigated the car around another bend in the mountainside road, and his jaw dropped. Ahead, on the dusky horizon, was a light. Its beams hovered above the road with the clarity of a bright moon on a cloudless night. The imagery caused clouds of confusion in Steven's mind, such a bright light clearly near the ground, and not too distant.

He forced himself to focus on the highway, which rounded a rocky outcropping and disappeared, straight ahead, into the blinding snow. He finished the turn and looked for somewhere safe to pull off the road, but there wasn't anyplace. As the road sloped downward, he gently pressed the brake pedal and looked up at the light ahead.

It was clearly pulsing, he thought, as he studied it more closely. It was yellow, like the moon, but at its center the light was much brighter, almost white. Yellowish, sun-like rays pierced the blackness around it, brightening and darkening which each pulse from its core.


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Steven's heart raced, and he was genuinely afraid of the light ahead. The snow swirling around him, and making it more difficult to see out the windshield, was forgotten. The light pulsing from the white-hot center was now dancing just above the horizon in some unheard rhythm. And then he heard sound. A deep beating, timed perfectly with the light that now changed into a prismatic display, every color of the rainbow mirrored in Steven's eyes.

He sat back in the driver's seat and stared ahead, entranced, and never saw the dangerous curve sign. He coasted the car into a country road intersection, blanketed in fresh snow, and still, he stared ahead.

He automatically steered the car through the intersection without ever slowing. When he reached the sharp curve, where the road ended in a steel guardrail for any unfortunate enough to miss the turn, he stared ahead into the scintillating radiance and marveled at the sound, and then he smiled. He was still smiling when his sedan crashed into the guardrail and broke two of its wooden posts and sped out into the night air, above a valley below, on absently spinning wheels.


He never took his eyes from the object of his fascination, even as the car ended its forward flight and began to drop. There, hovering above the treetops of a dark valley was an enormous, oblong aircraft. Its surface was of a metal that could only be compared to a steel knife blade, held up to catch the sun on a hot summer day. There was a transparent, but slightly blurry aura surrounded the metallic aircraft. And long slits carved into its considerable metal surface emitted the mesmerizing lights.

Green and red and blue rays of piercing warmth enveloped Steven Belanger, and he disappeared.


~ Seventeen Hours Later ~

The county sheriff and one of his deputies stood by what was left of the sedan, lying squarely in the center of a rocky stream bed. Both the passenger and driver's side doors had been ripped off during the bouncing and rolling, and they found them in the nearby woods. The fallen snow on the ground was a dozen or more inches deep, and they'd had no issue determining the path the vehicle had taken down the mountainside.

"Makes no sense, Sheriff. There ought to be a body, at least."

The sheriff adjusted the hat on his head and wondered what he was going to tell his wife. It was their twentieth anniversary, and he figured this scene would have him at work very late.

"Have every hospital and clinic notified. The license plate says the owner is one Steven Belanger." He paused. "Let's get somewhere warm, so I can call the man's wife." He started back up the hill to his car and then stopped. He turned to the deputy and said, "No one goes home until dark, if we still haven't found the body by then."

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