RINGER
(Phase 1: In the Thick of It)
By John Walker
"Why are you here!?"
"Don't mind my presence. It won't matter in a few short minutes. So, you are going to tell me what this thing is?"
"It's a spaceship, an alien craft rumored to have crashed here a thousand years ago."
"Are they still on the planet?"
"Why would you want to know their location? You must be kidding me right?"
"No, I am not kidding, I just need to know where they are. It could settle things down around this town."
"Saving the world as per usual psychic?”
“Just want to give my employers the good news that none of this will happen.”
“Ha! They will never understand the true potential of the signal.”
“That signal could very well be the key that solves this riddle. If the signal is traced to somewhere outside the Milky Way, we could be in for one long fight..”
“We will get to the source faster than you will. You guys don’t hold a candle to what we have.”
“You know those TV hacks wasn’t the act of rogues. It was them, hiding amongst us.”
“The attacks in Britain and here were them. Then the people tried to duplicate the transmission.”
“They were trying to get to us, but they needed someone else to respond.. If we keep going down this path they…”
“Save it! I don’t want them to be here either. It could mean the downfall of civilization!”
“Falling, falling, falling.”
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just meaningless jabber. I get that occasionally as if someone is trying to pry into my mind.”
“So I’m guessing they don’t teach you much in that place eh?”
“The bloodstained floor in which you will lay upon is cold.”
“You…are starting to freak me out. Don’t make me kill you.”
“That gun won’t work against me. You know that right? Being a far more superior human than you has quite an advantage in battle.”
“So you are subject two eh? Never knew it would be you. Your family…”
“…They mean nothing. It’s all a ruse to reach my goal in finding them.”
“You won’t get away. We will find you.”
A gunshot is heard.
“No you won’t.”
Subject number two walks slowly away from the murder scene with no remorse in his eyes. He gets in his car, speeds out of the abandoned warehouse, and travels to headquarters. He turns into the underground parking lot, gets out of the car, and proceeds to the elevator. Subject number two hits the button “B9”, as the elevator descends into the unknown. He immediately presses the emergency stop button after thirty seconds.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s me. I’m opening up the panel to the hidden floor.”
The panel revealed a “BS9” button, he clicked it and the elevator descended. The elevator sharply stopped as the man walked into the grand reception hall.
“Right on time.” The girl behind the counter said.
“I told you I’d be here precisely. You owe me something.”
“Sorry hun but I don’t have sex with my co workers.”
“Hah. You’ll eat those words. By the way, is the doctor here?”
“Let me check, um yes he is. He’s in the morgue.”
“Excellent. We are going to have a little chat. Hope he has enough free time.”
- - -
John Walker is an independent writer born and raised in the great state of New Jersey. He is currently finding a career in voice acting, writing, and game creation.
(Phase 1: In the Thick of It)
By John Walker
"Why are you here!?"
"Don't mind my presence. It won't matter in a few short minutes. So, you are going to tell me what this thing is?"
"It's a spaceship, an alien craft rumored to have crashed here a thousand years ago."
"Are they still on the planet?"
"Why would you want to know their location? You must be kidding me right?"
"No, I am not kidding, I just need to know where they are. It could settle things down around this town."
"Saving the world as per usual psychic?”
“Just want to give my employers the good news that none of this will happen.”
“Ha! They will never understand the true potential of the signal.”
“That signal could very well be the key that solves this riddle. If the signal is traced to somewhere outside the Milky Way, we could be in for one long fight..”
“We will get to the source faster than you will. You guys don’t hold a candle to what we have.”
“You know those TV hacks wasn’t the act of rogues. It was them, hiding amongst us.”
“The attacks in Britain and here were them. Then the people tried to duplicate the transmission.”
“They were trying to get to us, but they needed someone else to respond.. If we keep going down this path they…”
“Save it! I don’t want them to be here either. It could mean the downfall of civilization!”
“Falling, falling, falling.”
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just meaningless jabber. I get that occasionally as if someone is trying to pry into my mind.”
“So I’m guessing they don’t teach you much in that place eh?”
“The bloodstained floor in which you will lay upon is cold.”
“You…are starting to freak me out. Don’t make me kill you.”
“That gun won’t work against me. You know that right? Being a far more superior human than you has quite an advantage in battle.”
“So you are subject two eh? Never knew it would be you. Your family…”
“…They mean nothing. It’s all a ruse to reach my goal in finding them.”
“You won’t get away. We will find you.”
A gunshot is heard.
“No you won’t.”
Subject number two walks slowly away from the murder scene with no remorse in his eyes. He gets in his car, speeds out of the abandoned warehouse, and travels to headquarters. He turns into the underground parking lot, gets out of the car, and proceeds to the elevator. Subject number two hits the button “B9”, as the elevator descends into the unknown. He immediately presses the emergency stop button after thirty seconds.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s me. I’m opening up the panel to the hidden floor.”
The panel revealed a “BS9” button, he clicked it and the elevator descended. The elevator sharply stopped as the man walked into the grand reception hall.
“Right on time.” The girl behind the counter said.
“I told you I’d be here precisely. You owe me something.”
“Sorry hun but I don’t have sex with my co workers.”
“Hah. You’ll eat those words. By the way, is the doctor here?”
“Let me check, um yes he is. He’s in the morgue.”
“Excellent. We are going to have a little chat. Hope he has enough free time.”
- - -
John Walker is an independent writer born and raised in the great state of New Jersey. He is currently finding a career in voice acting, writing, and game creation.
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