James walked everywhere and nowhere, and after an hour of aimless wandering he was now strolling down an alleyway, intentionally making himself more and more depressed as he constantly cycled through his problems in his head. Not only trying to seek a solution, but figuring out who was to blame.
He liked the alleyways that connected the various streets in his town. They were quiet and empty places for him to be alone even when surrounded by full houses and a cramped metropolis.
He was about to turn down one alley when he saw a bunch of young wanabe gangsters at the other end. They were probably only 12 and 13, but acting like the hardest gang in London.
He turned in mid stride and headed down another alleyway.
This one took him back home and he decided that after an hour of random walking now was the time to go back, slip in quietly and go to bed. Tomorrow would have its own problems, but they were a dream away. Plus the rain was really, really heavy.
Suddenly something struck him on the back of the neck, it felt wet and something cold and slimy slipped down his spine.
He turned around and the group of kids he had seen were standing at the end of the alley way laughing their heads off. They grabbed other balls of mud and threw them at James, he hopelessly tried to dodge them, they still struck him, splattering on his jacket and trousers.
‘Oi,’ James shouted and he took one step down the alleyway towards them and they immediately pegged it, heading back onto the high street. James heard them cackling as if they thought themselves to be the most evil of criminal masterminds.
‘CHICKEN,’ James shouted out.
He looked down at his jacket and trousers now dotted with wet patches of mud that ran down his body and onto his trainers.
Freaks, James complained to himself, he would have to shower when he got home.
It was then that the rain stopped…or at least it stopped raining directly over where James stood.
As he was busy pulling out the mud that was in his hair, using his fingers like a comb, he saw a curtain of rain someway in front of him and noticed the distinct lack of any rain falling on his head.
For a second he wondered if he was looking at the edge of the shower of rain as it moved away, but then he looked behind him and saw another wall of rain.
James then looked directly upwards and saw the object that hovered above him blocking out the fall of water like a giant umbrella.
He continued to look up in amazement, he didn’t have a clue what it was but it was mesmerizing the way it just floated there right above him, humming softly.
The thing was oval shaped, with two elongated pods slung underneath the hull.
His first thought was, helicopter. However it didn’t sound like one, and then he wondered why it was hovering above him at all.
It was then it clicked and he realized what he was staring up at.
He gasped in shock and took a step backwards.
The thing was so wrong, so otherworldly; it could only be one thing.
His skeptical mind tried to dismiss the idea, but it hung on in head as it dawned on him that there was no other possible explanation.
The awful thought that it was an alien spaceship crystallized clearly in his mind and James felt quite terrified by the truth that was before him.
Then he was blinded by a bright light that shone down on him from the belly of the ship. A gust of wind, spraying up mud and rippling the water at his feet, enveloped the place where he stood.
James raised his hands to block out the light.
Freaked out by what was happening his brain finally shifted him into action and he ran away from the light down the alleyway.
After a few steps he realized that he had started running the wrong way, not towards his house but back up the alley the way he had come.
Breaking out of the cover of the spaceship hovering above him James was caught in the downpour of rain again, but he just kept on running not worrying about his mistake just desperate to get away.
The ship followed him hovering over the rooftops of the buildings on either side of the alley defying the law of gravity unlike any Earth made object. It predicted James’ movements and the beam of light from its underside flickered off then flickered back on, this time with the beam encompassing the end of the alleyway just as James reached it.
He dodged to the left and hit the fence lining the alley way, scrapping along the rough wood as he bounded out into the high street. He kept running, colliding with a couple of people and falling into a puddle.
‘Watch where you’re going idiot,’ someone said.
James pushed himself up off the ground and kept running, dashing across the high street and into another alleyway.
‘Hey, hey look,’ he heard someone say. He saw at the end of this alley the punks who had thrown mud at him. They looked shocked to see him, yet didn’t run this time. Instead they smiled under their hoodies and all turned to face him.
‘This guy’s going to get owned,’ one of them said. ‘Come on then, you want to be bashed up.’
James didn’t stop, for a brief moment he relished the shock on their faces as he tore through them pushing them aside and coming out of the alleyway into an industrial estate.
‘Get him,’ the leader of the group said.
James sprinted away, something else more terrible than them was chasing him and he wasn’t going to stop for anyone. He turned corners and jumped over fences throughout the estate.
At one point the beam of light shone down behind him then tracked his movements. He leapt over some bins, which were enveloped by the light. There was a pop of displaced air and the bins disappeared. There was another pop a few seconds later and the bins crashed down in James’ path.
He tripped over them but his momentum carried him forward and he rolled back up onto his feet. He kept running until he reached a concrete wall, the top of which was lined with barbed wire.
He paused in front of the wall looking for a way to get over, but saw none so he turned around ready to run again. There was nowhere to go, he was confronted by the hoodies who had chased him all the way.
‘You’re going to get it,’ the leader said, clenching his fists.
It was then a beam of light shone down onto James casting his shadow onto the wall behind him, he raised his hands to block out the bright light and then found himself unable to move.
The light pulsed twice and then his eyes went wide in shock.
As he stared at his arms he saw them begin to fall apart as if they were dissolving in the air itself.
He gasped as his body seemed to crumble to dust then travel up the beam of light being projected down on him.
Then he felt the same feeling in his legs, which also broke apart until his whole body turned into floating light, he screamed as his dissolving form was sucked up the beam until his very face came apart.
When there was nothing left of him the beam withdrew into the ship.
The alien craft then sped upwards into space leaving the posse of kids to stand with their mouths open at what they had just witnessed.