Aleins Among Us Essay

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Aleins Among Us


He was always punctual, at least for his own agenda. Each evening Jim would run through
the forest just for fun. This summer night was no exception. The night had grown dark but
he was not worried, for he knew the woods well. He sped across an old beaten path and
glided over rotten old fallen trees. The damp air was wonderful, he thought, because he
could run and never get too hot, and if he kept running he'd never get too cold. This
forest was made mostly of pine trees, and the needles put a bounce in the young boy's step
and kept him cheerful. At the clearing he stopped, as he always did, and rested upon a
large rock and observed the inky-black sky. This was his favorite spot, his secret spot.
Stars shined far brighter here then they did in town, and Jim always felt like he could
stay forever.

He sighed, and pulled his arms behind his head and stretched out his legs. For some reason
this night he was especially relaxed. Either school letting out last week or just one of
those giddy days, he didn't know. It is a wonderful day to be alive.

After looking into the sky for a few minutes he saw a falling star. It shimmered for
merely a moment and went out. Then another came, and another, and after a dozen or so he
sat up and beamed, awed by the glowing sky. It seemed that just above him there was a
whole meteor shower, purely for his delight. They fell straight down and glowed longer
then Jim had ever seen before. Soon the whole clearing was shining a bright white, like on
Forth of July. The dozens became hundreds until finally a large radiant circle seemed to
be coming straight down above Jim. He let out a sharp little scream of excitement and
sprang from the rock, twirling around and around singing to himself as he always did when
he was really cheerful.

It was another minute before he realized that they weren't meteors anymore, but actually
the colorful bottom of a spaceship. He stepped back slowly, alert but unafraid. Slowly the
craft hovered toward the widest part of the clearing and fell to the earth. Jim stood
erect now, excited or scared he didn't know, but he was going to know which it was before
he did anything. He decided it must be excitement. "And anyway, I couldn't just leave." He
told himself. The intense light faded away, and by moonlight Jim walked around the small
spaceship. The wings of the craft were torn up. Wires leaped forth from the tears and
melted plastic had oozed out and hardened, creating an elliptical half baked purple
pancake covering the craft's exterior. The black tinted windows had small cracks
throughout.

The only orifice was a small door underneath the ship. Jim bent his knees, ducked his head
and tugged at the door. He yanked hard and ended up falling onto the moist earth. The door
had opened, and a plume of powder emerged blanketing the boy with grey dust. After rubbing
his eyes and brushing his pants off as was his habit, he stood once again, poked his head
into the ship and peered about the hull. The air was still filled with more gray dust, and
Jim couldn't make out a thing. He pushed himself up into the ship despite the discomfort
of the dust and explored.

Everything was smooth: the walls, the floor, the door, everything. Jim felt the wall until
he came to another small door. Pushing it aside, he stepped into this dark room. It was
damp and terribly musty. A faint tussling sound moved toward Jim. Still undaunted, the
young boy flung his arms in front of himself and crawled blindly toward the queer sound.
"Ah!" Jim clung into his hand and screamed. Something had bitten his arm. He rubbed his
hand but it was no use. Jim whimpered, he's whole left arm now throbbing. He pitched on
the hard cold floor until he faintly made out the opening from where he had entered this
pitch-dark appalling room. As he put forth his head through the door, something clutched
his feet and plucked him back into the ship.

Skidding through room after room, Jim finally found a latter-like object and nabbed unto
one of the rungs. He kicked his feet hysterically and broke free momentarily, but
something thrashed around his legs once more, pulling him harder and hastily now. Jim
grunted. Finally his fingers let go, and he was pulled deeper and deeper into the strange
musty ship, his whole left torso tingling, and his legs bleeding tremendously "No, no, oh
please!" His eyes were wide, and blood spat from his mouth. The boy became so nauseated he
was about to blow chunks when, almost in slow motion, Jim felt as if he was lifted into
the air. He felt weightless and benumbed. He remembered this feeling when he had ridden
the Pirate Ship at the carnival. It was a most stupendous experience. Air whooshed by and
his ears buzzed with static. Then suddenly it all went away, and everything became silent.

He grabbed at his leg and felt for the thing that had grasped him. Nothing was present any
longer, but he could feel his leg gushing with blood. There was no light, and the musty
air had cleared up. "Is anyone there?" he asked in a doubtful shaky voice. Clicks and
pings stuttered all around the young boy, tensing and terrorizing his every muscle.

All the comforts he had cherished to help him during his nightmares were gone. The stars
weren't there to look out for him. The distant lights of town no long reached him. His
mother couldn't hear him if he screamed. He felt faint.

His eyes were about to flicker close when finally there was light. It came from now where,
yet everywhere. The room was shaped like the inside of a Skittle. He sat in the middle of
the room in a pool of his own blood. His leg looked terrible, but the tingling from his
torso had now traveled to every corner of his body. A strange peace came over him. Just
like at the dentist. There wasn't any mark on the walls, no door, no actual lights. Just a
little boy sitting in a dark-red puddle in a dull brown room. "He.. Hello?" Jim called
halfheartedly. The clicks and pings grew louder, and Jim clasped his hands to his head
until the sounds faded away. Then the light faded, and Jim almost instantly fell asleep.

He awoke with his eyes closed. His eyelids were bright red with hundreds of fuzzy little
veins running through them. Jim heard people talking, but couldn't understand what they
were saying.
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