The Blob under the Bed
I stood there my mouth opening and shutting like a gold fish's. I was gobsmacked. Eventually the
sound of "Missa's" wracking sobs brought my glazed eyes back to focus, and I was vaguely able to
distinguish words in its broken childish sentences.
" Missa get punished, sob, but Missa not trained for this, sob sob, Missa being touched by enemy, sniff" and with that strange sentence the strange little blue blob started to wail even louder, bounded out of Vicky's arms, flung itself to the ground, and started banging its transparent fists on our creaky wooden floorboards, smooth from decades of socks and feet shuffling across its dirt ingrained surface.
He ( I was sure that Missa was a boy now, judging from his actions) was making such a racket now, that I was almost certain that he was going to wake up my lazy parents.
"Missa!" I whispered "Please Missa, it's ok, we'll help you, please don't cry!" With my frantic words he paused, I sighed with relief! and then he started throwing his little tantrum again, if anything even louder. It took several minutes for Vicky to quieten Missa down, maybe it was her calmness and quiet manner, or maybe it was because her mind worked slightly more like his, but eventually his fists stopped beating on Vicky's dusty bedroom floor.
"What," I questioned tentatively, afraid he was going to burst into tears again, "did you mean by getting touched by the enemy, we are your friends, not enemy ? ".
M-Missa has to do what p-Pluto commander says, otherwise M-Missas family get... He trailed off, his huge flashing purple eyes sparkling with tears, and made a brisk grabbing gesture with his long fingered blue hands, and promptly burst into tears again, the what- looked -like computer circuits flashing brilliant colors that would not be found on this planet. Although this time Vicky did not rush forward to comfort him again.
Vicky was sitting cross legged in her rainbow striped onezie and fluffy pink slippers staring into space, a pained, horrified expression etched across her pale, usually rosy cheeked face. Her wide tear filled eyes were fixed on her purple fairy poster plastered wall, yet that was not what she was seeing. She did not even notice when Missa stopped blubbing and was now staring at Vicky like me.
"Vicky", I started unsurely, "are you, are you feeling ok?" I waved my hand in front of my little sister's face, she did not even blink as I clicked my fingers. As I looked more closely as her, I saw the strange reflections in her pale brown eyes. Flashes of bright light against a black sky, blue figures darting around it, falling as they got hit by the flash's beams.
Suddenly Vicky gave a shuddering gasp, and her eyes found mine. It was only then that I saw she was touching the lumpy, circle shaped birthmark on her collarbone. Was it just the strange blue light that the alien was emitting, or was it glowing? No! I shook myself. Honestly, how could a birthmark be glowing?. Vicky always made silly stories up about her birthmark. One time she said it was where an angel kissed her. Another time she said that was where a unicorn healed a cut. What with the events that have happened in the past hour, anything could be possible.
"Vicky," I said sternly, "what did you see?".
" Missa get punished, sob, but Missa not trained for this, sob sob, Missa being touched by enemy, sniff" and with that strange sentence the strange little blue blob started to wail even louder, bounded out of Vicky's arms, flung itself to the ground, and started banging its transparent fists on our creaky wooden floorboards, smooth from decades of socks and feet shuffling across its dirt ingrained surface.
He ( I was sure that Missa was a boy now, judging from his actions) was making such a racket now, that I was almost certain that he was going to wake up my lazy parents.
"Missa!" I whispered "Please Missa, it's ok, we'll help you, please don't cry!" With my frantic words he paused, I sighed with relief! and then he started throwing his little tantrum again, if anything even louder. It took several minutes for Vicky to quieten Missa down, maybe it was her calmness and quiet manner, or maybe it was because her mind worked slightly more like his, but eventually his fists stopped beating on Vicky's dusty bedroom floor.
"What," I questioned tentatively, afraid he was going to burst into tears again, "did you mean by getting touched by the enemy, we are your friends, not enemy ? ".
M-Missa has to do what p-Pluto commander says, otherwise M-Missas family get... He trailed off, his huge flashing purple eyes sparkling with tears, and made a brisk grabbing gesture with his long fingered blue hands, and promptly burst into tears again, the what- looked -like computer circuits flashing brilliant colors that would not be found on this planet. Although this time Vicky did not rush forward to comfort him again.
Vicky was sitting cross legged in her rainbow striped onezie and fluffy pink slippers staring into space, a pained, horrified expression etched across her pale, usually rosy cheeked face. Her wide tear filled eyes were fixed on her purple fairy poster plastered wall, yet that was not what she was seeing. She did not even notice when Missa stopped blubbing and was now staring at Vicky like me.
"Vicky", I started unsurely, "are you, are you feeling ok?" I waved my hand in front of my little sister's face, she did not even blink as I clicked my fingers. As I looked more closely as her, I saw the strange reflections in her pale brown eyes. Flashes of bright light against a black sky, blue figures darting around it, falling as they got hit by the flash's beams.
Suddenly Vicky gave a shuddering gasp, and her eyes found mine. It was only then that I saw she was touching the lumpy, circle shaped birthmark on her collarbone. Was it just the strange blue light that the alien was emitting, or was it glowing? No! I shook myself. Honestly, how could a birthmark be glowing?. Vicky always made silly stories up about her birthmark. One time she said it was where an angel kissed her. Another time she said that was where a unicorn healed a cut. What with the events that have happened in the past hour, anything could be possible.
"Vicky," I said sternly, "what did you see?".
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