Eli Morningstar by Linwood Ellsworth



  Eli Morningstar

  By L. Depriest Ellsworth

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  Copyright 2014 by L. Depriest Ellsworth

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  Table of Contents

  One - Abduction

  Two - Extraterrestrial Investigators

  Three - Abduction

  Four - Extraterrestrial Investigators

  Five - Abduction

  Six - Extraterrestrial Investigators

  Seven - Abduction

  Eight - Extraterrestrial Investigators

  Nine - Abduction

  Ten - Extraterrestrial Investigators

  Eleven - Abduction

  Twelve - Extraterrestrial Investigators

  Thirteen - Abduction

  Fourteen - Extraterrestrial Investigators

  Fifteen - Abduction

  Sixteen - Abduction

  Seventeen - Alyce Green and the Men in Black

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  One

  Abduction

  I dislike coming out of my house. Whenever I come out of my house, life gets complicated. Tonight my life became complicated.

  One minute I’m driving down a two lane country road on a Saturday night and in the blink of an eye I'm shirtless, strapped down to a cold metal slab in a white wall room with blinding overhead lights. I’m completely immobilized. I try to wiggle my fingers and toes, but they will not move. Why can’t I move? Where am I? Am I dreaming?

  Then out of the corner of my right eye I see three tall, slender, eerie figures huddled about six feet from me. One of the figures turns and point in my direction. It then turns back to the other two.

  I cannot believe this is happening to me. Stuff like this only happens to other people. I’m just an average hard working guy who minds his own business. You always read about stuff like this happening to people who are vacationing in a Latin American country. I try to move again, but to no avail. After several minutes, the figures turn and start moving in my direction.

  The closer they got, the faster my heart pounded in my chest. I quickly closed my eyes, awaiting the worse. After nothing happened, I slowly open my eyes. Looking up into the blinding overhead lights, I could only see the silhouettes of three odd shaped heads. Scared shitless, I open my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. What have they done to me? I cannot talk. I try to move once more, but it’s a waste of time and energy.

  I close my eyes once more and quickly re-open them, hoping my eerie captors have left the room. The overhead lights are off, and I can finally see the faces of my captors; one figure stood at my head, one on my left, and one on my right. I was at the highest level of fear as I gazed at my captors.

  Standing over me are three ash gray figures with large shiny black eyes in a flat face. There was a protruding bump with two small openings which I assumed to be a nose and below that was a slit that I took to be the mouth. There were no discernible teeth, ears or hair. They all wore a white robe. Only the figures on my left and right wore shiny, possible metal, bands around their skinny necks.

  Then it hit me as a sack of rocks. I had been freakin’ abducted! I wanted to laugh, but couldn’t. I am dreaming! We all know that aliens do not abduct black people. I wanted to laugh. Yep, I am dreaming.

  I do remember watching a portion of the program on the Science channel where this black guy from Vermont or New Hampshire got abducted with his wife. After him, l cannot recall any other black person report they had been abducted.

  I always thought the chances of a black person being abducted were the same as having a black person play the lead role in a sci-fi movie. Slim to none. Every time there’s a zombie; apocalyptic, science fiction movie black people usually are nonexistent. That’s the way most of the world would like to have it, if black people never existed.

  Enough about that for now, I had more pressing matters at hand as being strapped down to the table with three aliens looking down at me.

  The joke was that the aliens or grays would perform very painful experiments, most notably the dreaded anal probe. If that’s true, I am not looking forward to have an anal probe.

  I hated that term, gray. It was almost like saying the blacks, reds, yellows or browns. It was like saying, ‘Let’s go to the yellow’s restaurant or those browns make good doctors.

  The alien, which appeared old, standing at my head placed a single spindly, dead cold, waxy finger on my forehead, creating an electrical shock.

  Then something astonishing happened. I could hear what the old alien was thinking. Telepathy. The alien was using telepathy to communicate. In the beginning, the words were gibberish then came in crystal clear as English.

  “Do not be afraid. We mean you no harm,” said the old alien peacefully. “You are experiencing my thoughts because I have synchronized our minds.” It was easy for the old alien to say ‘don’t be afraid’; it was not the one strapped to a table. “This is the method in which we communicate. You will be able to communicate in this manner, assuming you accept the process,” said the old alien unexcitedly.

  “What process? What’s going on?” I asked pleadingly. “Why can’t I move? Are you going to anal probe me?”

  “Do not worry, the process will not hurt,” the old alien said calmly. I closed my eyes again hoping I would be back home in Inver Grove. After I re-opened them, I was still strapped to the table with the three aliens looking down at me as if I were a paramecium under a microscope.

  “Why can’t I move or talk?” I asked. “The parts of your brain which controls those functions are off,” the old alien said.

  Then the old alien calmly said, “We are the Vathian’s from Vathi. I am Negu.” I nervously introduced myself. “I’m Eli Morningstar.”

  Then Negu, the Vathian, peered at me closely before saying, “You have been chosen by the Tabiil priestess.”

  “Chosen for what? Priestess?” I asked nervously. “Only Empress Kellil can explain why you have been chosen,” said Negu soothingly. “My sole function is to prepare you.”

  “Prepare me for what?” I asked worriedly. “Are you ready?” Negu asked looking at the other two, much younger looking aliens. “Wait, what are going to do to me? Are you going to anal probe me?” I asked frantically.

  “You will feel no pain,” said Negu calmly. “My assistants, Espi and Higo, will disable all your pain sensors.” The younger looking aliens, Espi and Higo, touched me, and I immediately felt nothing. It was like getting a dose of anesthesia.

  Feeling spaced-out, I was at ease with the aliens. I attempted to make small talk with Negu. “Where is Vathi?”

  The slit below the bump on Negu’s face curled at the corners. I took this as a smile. I still didn’t see any teeth. “It is beyond your planetary system in the Zeta Reticuli star system,” responded Negu.

  “I wish I were beyond my planetary system,” I said euphorically. “Earth is such a fucked up place.” The other two looked at Negu and nodded. “The process will start shortly,” said Negu in a voice akin to that of a mother calming an injured child. The two others closed their dark eyes as they recited a soothing chant.

  Suddenly a long narrow, silver, cylinder with three clear hoses attached to
one side dropped from the ceiling and hovered over my chest. At the end of the cylinder where hundreds of small pulsating needles. “Are you going to anal probe me?” I asked again while Negu’s thin fingers moved quickly over a holographic panel on the side of the cylinder. He smiled again.

  The silver cylinder slowly lowered then quickly plunged into my chest. One would expect excruciating pain from hundreds of pulsating needles being jammed into your chest, however there was no pain. It was as Negu said; they had turned off my pain sensors. Amazing!

  I watched as the three clear hoses quickly filled with a bluish liquid that rushed into my heart. The bluish liquid, which was cold, quickly disseminated through my body. Soon after the cylinder slowly withdrew from my chest. Negu’s black eyes peered at the site of the injection. There was a look of anticipation on his flat face.

  Then Negu said with a bit of surprise, “It is done. This one has not rejected the process.” Espi and Higo removed their cold hands from me. Negu placed a finger on my forehead once more, and said, “You are now supreme.” He waved a long, three fingered hand over my face and my eyes closed.