The Visitors

Author Bio: My name is Taurin and I like hockey and cats.

Blurb: This story is about a man who wakes up with no memory during an alien invasion

I wake up in a moist closet filled with cleaning equipment. I have no memory of how I got here or any of my life at all. I opened the closet door, to find a large dimly lit hallway. I walk over to a window, and stumble back in shock. I’m in space, and next to me there is a spaceship so large it is carrying planet earth along with it. Spaceships fly around blasting lasers at the massive ship, doing next to no damage from what I could see. I leave at once to explore the ship.

I find in what must be the control room, a diary written by NASA. On the first page it talks about how the earth was “stolen”.

Day 1 of the apocalypse. Aliens attacked, enslaved most of the population and even stole our planet. Me and a group of other survivors have worked to gain our freedom once again. NASA.

I stare in horror at the writing, as reality sinks in. I continue exploring the ship. About an hour later I realize that I really am alone out in space. I find a storage closet full of weapons, sharp, blunt and a variety of pistols. The next thing I know the lights go out and I’m standing in complete darkness, immediately images flash through my mind. Green creatures with tentacles stab a young girl through the heart, and as the visions finish I hear her scream resonate through my head. I collapse sweaty.

I grab a weapon, just in case and head in what I think is the direction of my room. I stop abruptly when I hear a door open, then shuffling nearby, then voices I can't understand. I duck and hide behind a storage crate as the shuffling gets louder. I risk a peek and now that my eyes have adjusted I can see human figures with no feet. Instead they had tentacles, and were carrying alien tech weapons along with them. They stop just before passing my hiding place, giving me time to pull out my gun and shoot two of them, straight through their foreheads catching them by surprise. I’m not even sure how I could aim so well. The last one turns, and kicks me in the chest knocking me back several feet. I stumble to my feet as he blasts his gun. Where I was seconds before is now a smoking crater about 3 inches deep. I shoot once taking him down. I slump to the ground feeling the pain in my chest from where I was hit.

I head for the control room to fix the power. When I get there I see smoke erupting from a circuit board as if it had been shot. Not a very hard fix. In just a few hours I have the new circuit board installed and the power back on.

I quickly run to the driver's seat and turn around, blasting back to Earth. I arrive back in Earth’s atmosphere and I can see giant fences with laser barriers separating people. As I fly by I can see the sad faces looking right back up at me, longing to escape. I arrive at NASA only a few minutes later. There I find a large resistance holding off a group of aliens they were similar to the ones I’d seen on my ship. Moments later I’m parked in an open area only a few hundred feet from the space station. I sprint as fast as I can, and as I get there the main gates are being shut. I yell for them to keep them open, but they seem to not hear me. I sprint faster and barely slide under the metal door just as it slams into the ground.

The guards are surprised and point their guns at my head. Fingers on their triggers until they realize that I’m a human. “Hey I’m James,” says a man just a few inches taller than me. “What’s yours?” James asks, “My name is. My name is, oh god, I don't know my name!” I say, terrified. I explain my story about waking up with no memory of anything, I left out the part with my visions. A few hours later its dinner time, they’ve cleared out one of the main warehouses and filled it with tables and benches for all the people they could save, which was nearly 200. A woman walks up and says “Troy? Is that you?!” after a long pause I say I don’t know I don’t have any memory of anything. “Oh” the woman says, she then runs away to a nearby table.

They serve noodles with bland sauce that tastes like wet cardboard, and smells like old cheese. Still, better than nothing at all.

The next day they introduce me to the missile they say will end the aliens control over Earth. It’s a massive black and gold pencil shaped missile. Why can’t we launch it yet I ask? “We don’t have enough power yet” says a man named James, “if we launched it, it would just come back down and end us in a second. The problem is, we can't get enough power without going out into the open, and they’ve set up mines all around the perimeter.

I’m still amazed you made it through them all,” says James. “I think I Can help.” I say. “I have a remote control to my spaceship so I should be able to get it here without trouble,” in seconds I have it parked outside just a hop from the door. James tells me to fly to the power station just a few miles outside of the mines, and plug in the charger or exactly 7 minutes. 3 minutes into my mission a patrol of aliens slither by chattering quietly, as they get near I duck behind a control panel, I hear them coming nearer and nearer. As they turn the corner I stand and slam the first one to the ground, it conveniently dissolves into golden dust and blows away in the wind. The second and third charge me with their massive fists ready to pound me, but I duck just in time, they slither by seeming to not be able to stop themselves on the slick floor. Giving me just enough time to grab the charger, which was now full and hop into my ship, which was hidden in a cloaking device. As I start the engine one of them grabs on and begins to tear off metal paneling. I race faster trying to shake them off but they hold on tearing off more metal, smoke begins to billow out in thick clouds. As bad as things are a chunk of metal fly's off and hit the alien in the head, knocking him off. “Phew,” I think aloud, but just a little bit too soon because the engine starts to slow down. Before I know it I’m plummeting back towards the ground. I plummet towards the ground at unimaginable speeds.300 feet. 200 feet. 100 feet. 50 feet. When everything stops so suddenly that I can feel my stomach left behind, and my ship starts to float. I then realize the hovercraft pulling me back to the safety of the NASA space station. I arrived dazed and they immediately put me into sick bay. In what feels like only seconds I wake to alarms sounding and feel the heat of fire lick my skin. The missile has been launched, setting fire to the warehouse. A pair of strong rough hands grab me and pull me to the view point. We all watch as the missile hits its target, exploding in a massive orangish red color. Everybody shouts out in excitement.But then radiation, most likely from the alien ship washes over us, melting the skin off our limbs. One by one people drop to the ground. Not moving.

THE END