Alien Invasion: and the origins of mankind

by Mark Douglas Doran

Alien Invasion:

  and the origins of mankind

  by Mark Douglas Doran

  Alien Invasion:

  and the Origins of Mankind

  Mark Douglas Doran

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  Twenty years before “ the event”

  “Sure is nice fishing out here with you dad,” Seven year old Chris Robinson said in a quiet voice with his third generation owned fishing poll in hand as the full moon lit up the river.

  Father and son sat in a small boat on a quiet weekend night in the woods with no one else around for miles. The only sounds to be heard came from the crackling fire near their sleeping bags thirty yards back on land and the sound of the water gently hitting the side of the boat.

  Their campfire still burned lightly since they roasted marshmallows a few hours before. They told each other ghost stories, causing them to laugh more then being scared. Soft lights left on inside the cottage lit up the living room.

  Countless trees surrounded the shoreline like a blanket made of wood and pine, reaching up into the sky like rockets.

  “I know how you feel son,” Daniel whispered back. He felt good spending time with his son. He worked long hours at his steady blue-collar job on the docks. Hard work each day and it seemed the hours got longer each year, just a regular working guy. He didn’t care about being famous or being the richest guy on the block. His biggest dream was to be the best dad he could. He’d been looking forward to this weekend for months. He didn’t get to see his son much, work always got in the way. Bills always needed to be paid. He wanted to make sure his son had a better life then he did. He knew special moments like these would be rare to come by, so he chariest every second. He knew Chris was growing up fast and he would never get a moment like this again. They sat in a comfortable silence listening to the water and staring at the small waves lit up by the dancing moonlight.

  Twenty minutes later Chris glanced over to his left and something up the river off in the dark caught his attention. He looked at it for a moment and couldn’t quiet make out what it was “Look dad. There’s a small bright light hovering over the water casting a sliver, whitish glow,” he pointed to it.

  Daniel moved a bit closer to his son and looked in the direction he was pointing. He noticed the light. He stared at it for a moment, unable to look away. He knew his son was right; it did look like it was quietly hovering above the water. “Oh yeah, I see it too. It must be the moon reflecting off the water”

  “Oh dad even I know it can’t be the moon. The moon is big and above us” he pointed up to it. “This object is smaller in size, and it looks to be very close to the water, as thought suspended in air. I know it sounds crazy to say, but I got weird feeling as though it’s watching us”

  His dad laughed a bit “Watching us? Oh don’t be silly. Maybe it’s a star, it just looks like it’s close to us, but in reality it’s a million miles away. You know how the darkness can play tricks on the mind.” he said softly, now aware of how alone they where out in the woods.

  “But dad, it’s moving.”

  Daniel knew his son was right. There was no way the object could be the moonlight’s reflection or a shining star. Whatever the object was, it had control over its movements. It could’ve been an airplane or helicopter passing by, but it was so quiet. He decided not to say anything to appear calm in front of his son. “It could just be a bright star and it only looks like it’s moving because of how the small waves in the water are moving. Nothing more then a optical illusions you read about in a science magazine” He lied, hoping his son wouldn’t worry.

  Chris continued to stare at the glowing light as it softly reflected of the dark water with the tall pines along the shoreline “Sure looks like it coming towards us. Maybe it noticed us and wants to see us close up”

  Daniel and his son placed their fishing rods down and slowly stood up in the boat and watched the glowing light move closer towards their boat getting bigger and brighter in size as it moved. Now it was only a few yards away and closing. He was amazed by how it seemed it was coming straight at them on purpose, as if it could see them. The light coming from it was intense, but the forest now appeared to be darker then ever.

  As it got closer he could see within the light an oval shaped object. It had no wings, no front or back. The shape appeared to be a saucer, wider in the middle then the top or bottom. There appeared to be no windows for whatever was inside to see out of.

  As he stood in the boat that was gently rocking back and forth he tired getting a better look at the mysterious object. He wanted to appear calm so his son wouldn’t get nervous. “You might be right,” he whispered back to his son.

  With each passing second the unknown glowing light silently moved closer, ever so slowly, until it was a few yards in front of them fifty feet above the water. It lit up the boat and the surrounding trees. The object hovered in the air for a few moments until it started to move directly above the fishing boat.

  They both were speechless and looked up at the oval object in amazement. They had to cover their eyes from the intense brightness shining down like a powerful flashlight. As if something inside was watching them with curiosity, like a scientist in the rainforest shining a light on a small insect as it walked across a tree branch at night.

  “Dad what is it? I’m nervous” Chris whispered as though the object in the sky could hear him.

  They both sat down still looking up at the mysterious object.

  “I know son, stay close to me.” He reached out and grabbed his son and pulled him tightly towards him. There was nothing on this planet he would ever let hurt his son. Then again, there was also nothing on the planet that could describe what was above his fishing boat at that moment.

  Without warning, like the worlds greatest camera flash, a massive flash of bright white light lit up the entire water around the boat and cottage. Within a second the oval object, along with Daniel and his son, were gone.

  The only thing left behind was an empty fishing boat floating in the still dark water and the crackling coming from the fire a few yards from the cozy warm cottage. The forest went back to normal with the crickets and owls making their usual noises like any other night.

  Daniel opened his eyes and found himself in an empty grey room. He could hear the faint echo of his son calling out to him. He had no idea where he was or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was being on his fishing boat with his son. How much time had past? An hour? Maybe a day or week? He couldn’t’ tell. All the questions had to wait; the only thing he cared about now was getting to his son. He tried to stand up and walk, but everything felt different as if he was walking on the moon. The walls around him were plain sliver in color, dull and lifeless.

  “Dad where are you dad?” his son called out.

  Daniel quickly turned after hearing his son call out to him. He knew he couldn’t panic, if he did he might never find his son. He ran towards an open door and out into a long dark hallway that seemed to run in both directions for miles; just like the other room it lacked color or life. He had no way of knowing which direction to run in. He guessed. Turning to his right he started running. He could only hope he was moving in the right direction, closer towards his son, not away. It seemed the hallway went on forever. It was like being in a dream were no matter how much you ran, the hall kept going.

  “Dad” his son’s voice called out again “I can see them. They’re moving towards me. They look different. There eyes are big, it’s there dark eyes dad, why are they so big? I don’t think they’re…human”

  Daniel moved as fast as any human could. He needed to be by his son’s side as quickly as possible. Every father has
made the secret vow to defend and protect their children, but how to you protect them from something that isn’t human.

  He made his way towards the cold, dark, grey room his sons voice was coming from. He ran inside and something turned around and looked at him, something with big black oval eyes.

  One year to “the event”

  Somewhere in a waterless, burning desert a scorpion moved across the sand unaware that one hundred yards underground lay a labyrinth of tunnels and secret rooms made of cold steel. No one on earth knew of the place. It was beyond top secret.

  Since its creation the media has been in the dark of the location and reasons for existence. No politician when voted into office was ever informed of the place and the average person would live their entire life never knowing of the building. It was meant to be this way. The place was built in secret and would