An Alien Cleansing

By Donald Kirstine

Book one of a three book fiction series about the cleansing of the earth of crime, pollution illness, greed, and hatred by friendly aliens. The trials and tribulations of two survivors and their life after the cleansing. How they lived, fought, provided food for themselves, helped other survivors and managed to stay sane.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donald Kirstine
• Release date: Jan 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311760807

Donald Kirstine

Writing is my hobby, not my income. I enjoy setting down and telling a story. I like science fiction, aliens, adventure, and a bit of a love story now and then.I am a 67 year old guy living in Tularosa New Mexico.I have been a farmer, cowboy, over the road truck driver, carnival roustabout, heavy equipment operator, factory worker, commercial laundry manager, and auto mechanic over the years.In December 2015 I retired and moved to the state of New Mexico.

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AN ALIEN CLEANSING

Don from Juneau

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Copyright © 2011 Donald Kirstine

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This book is entirely fiction. Any names or places used are entirely by chance only.

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This book is dedicated to a short, red haired maniac that has been a friend of mine for many years. In memory of Pepsi, Muggsey, Mocha, and mister Pig. Four of the finest pug dogs that ever walked on this earth, may they all four rest in peace.

Contents

1. The beginning of the end.

2. A flight I will remember.

3. Redd.

4. Preparations.

5. Heading for our new home.

6. Explanations.

7. A visit to the doctor.

8. Dark days ahead.

9. A fresh start.

10. The first of the rebels.

11. Rebuilding our home.

12. A trip to town.

13. A neighborly visit.

14. Unwelcome visitors.

15. Getting ready for winter

16. Winter arrives.

17. It's time for a rescue

18. We meet with the Grand Council

1.

The beginning of the end

The year is 2049; the place Southeast Alaska, the name is Don. I am a 46 year old and hopefully normal male. At least that is what I thought until this thing began about two months ago.

I was working a normal hum drum job, 40 hours a week 50 weeks out of the year. That is until one day as I was standing at my workbench repairing a timer for an automatic washer. The front desk called me on the intercom, someone to see you, The intercom growled.

Another salesman I groaned, send em back here I shouted over the noise of the dry cleaning machines and the sump pump that was constantly growling and complaining about every drop of hot water it had to pump from the pit it sat in up to the ceiling. Only so the water could go cascading back down to the drain by the way of a radiator that helped heat the water that went into the hot water tank.

A Tall, light skinned, man probably in his late forties or early fifties with dark brown hair, dressed in, I would've guessed, an $800.00 suit came gliding up to my bench in a way that surprised me, as he probably weighed at least 375 lbs. He was definitely light on his feet and he moved with a grace and swiftness of a panther. He offered his hand with the same suddenness as he had appeared beside me.

My Name is Rodriquez Antoine, but please, just call me Rod, and you must be Don. I've been trying to track you down for a long time about your mother's death, but until now you have been a tough cookie to find. I almost had you until you and your wife got a divorce and you were traveling with the carnival. Those people won't tell a person anything, even for money. Anyway enough of that, the reason I've been searching for you the last 10 years will be evident as soon as we get the formalities over with. First of all no, I am not a bill collector or anything like that. But, the first thing I have to do is see some kind of I.D.

All the time he had been talking I'd been wondering what kind of scam he was up to and what he was all about. As soon as he ask for the I.D. I was instantly on the defensive. I began to try to figure a way out of this predicament. I wasn't a criminal but at the same time I did have a few skeletons in the closet that I didn't want anyone rattling. Sensing my unease he was quick to try to calm my fears and explain just what was going on the best he could without telling me too much.

"Look Don, I know that most people have things that they prefer left alone, but what I have here is just too big to take care of without being sure that I am dealing with the right person. I am sure you are who you say you are but my boss requires me to get some kind of identification. I swear to you that I'm not any kind of law dog or bill collector. I also know that your child support is all caught up so that shows that I am not from the welfare office, so what do you say?"

Silently I gritted my teeth as I ever so slowly reached for my billfold. I had been trying to stay hidden from the ex and her crap for the last ten years. She wouldn't even let me talk to the kids let alone see them. All she wanted to do was cause me more misery and heartache by wanting more money, or whatever she thought she wanted or deserved.

Suddenly it seemed as if I could hear every machine in the entire plant screaming ten times louder than the whistle on a locomotive. The sweat stood out on my forehead and trickled down the back of my neck as my shaking hand reached into my black imitation leather billfold to get my driver's license and my social security card. As I pulled out the documents they seemed to weigh a hundred pounds each. I handed them to him in slow motion. He gave them a quick look and checked the numbers with his own notes. I could hear the blood roaring in my ears. I had to lean on the workbench that we were standing beside to help keep my knees straight. When my ex-wife and I divorced she had taken everything but the clothes on my back and had wanted more. I just knew in the back of my mind that my ex-wife had come up with another evil scheme to cause me more heartache. The divorce had been heart rending, not so much the loss of her but the loss of my two children, a boy 9 and a girl 8 at the time of the divorce. I had loved those kids with all my heart and soul and then had them ripped away from me just like someone would violently rip a piece of paper in half.

Then I saw him smile as he handed the cards back to me. Congratulations, now that the formalities are over we can get on to the real reason I am here.

As he spoke he sat his alligator skin briefcase on the bench and dialed a combination in. There was an audible beep then he dialed another set of numbers. Only then did he try to open the case. Reaching inside he brought out a plain white envelope and a legal looking document.

"As I said before I've been looking for you for quite some time. If you had only known it I'm sure you wouldn't have been so hard to find. The company I represent found out about your mothers death only when we tried to contact her to inquire about some papers that needed her signature.

Apparently no one knew that your mother had taken out a very large life insurance policy. She also had a very extensive investment portfolio. Our company was not contacted at the time of her death, and no claim was filed. After we found out about her passing we immediately began to search for the named beneficiary, you.

Now if you will sign this document that, as you can see simply states that the claim check has been turned over to you and that you will not pursue any further claims against the company in regards to this claim. The second page is a complete list of the value of the total policy and investments including interest, and how it's to be paid."

As I scanned over the first page everything seemed to be just as he said. Then I turned to the second page and scanned over it. When I saw the payoff amount the floor suddenly came up to meet me. The next thing I knew there were people gathered around me and I was lying flat on the floor with a pile of greasy shop rags for a pillow. As I began to realize where I was, I also suddenly realized what had happened. The total sum of the settlement was right at twenty five million dollars, after taxes.

I stood up very carefully after all that first landing on the concrete was painful enough I did not want to try it again.

The next few weeks went by in a blur of meetings with banks, bill collectors, attorneys, real estate agents, making arrangements for travel and getting rid of all the unnecessary things that I didn't think I'd need anymore. Three weeks later I was on my way back to where I'd spent many a summer. There was a farm that I remembered growing up on and I had made arrangements to buy it. It cost me a small fortune to convince the owner that he was no longer interested in it but I felt it was worth it and after all I had plenty left over to live the way I wanted to. I was to take off from Alaska on the ten p.m. flight to Seattle and from there catch a connecting flight to Omaha. In Omaha a very close friend would pick me up and we would go from there.

2.

A flight I will remember

As I went to the airport I had a very strange feeling that everything wasn't right, you might call it a gut feeling or a premonition. You know, one of those feelings you have when the hair on the back of your neck stands up. After a two-hour delay we finally took off for Seattle and onward. The plane I was on was an older 747 but was very nice and did not show the wear that some planes do. The upholstery was a dark blue with a floral design and the walls and ceiling was the ever-present off-white common to an airplane. We had just reached our cruising altitude of 31,000 when I happened to glance out the window and see something very strange.

Being a late night flight there was only about fifty people on board and of course when I mentioned it to the person next to me everyone wanted to move over to see this great phenomenon. The stewardess had other ideas. Somewhere back in her ancestry I feel sure that she was directly related to Attila the Hun; (she was also built like him). Gwen none to politely informed everyone that they were to stay in their seats and to fasten their seat belts. I happened to be in a seat where I could continue to watch, and looking out again I immediately saw a cloudless moonlight night. About a hundred yards beyond the wing tip of the plane I made out a shadowy form that was almost the same size as the aircraft we were in. There were intermittent lights that flashed on and then they we gone. Now, not only my neck hairs but also the skin down the middle of my spine wanted to go on vacation. I have believed in UFOs for many years and was more curious than anything else. Curious to see if this was like the others that I'd seen or if this one would be different than the others.

It was a cigar shape, almost the size of the plane I was on, but without wings or tail. Neither was there any indication of any kind of propulsion system. In the night sky with the moonlight reflecting off of it, the outside skin seemed to be a cold metallic gray with a dark, almost black, band running along the side from front to back, wider on the front and narrowing down as it reached the rear. Suddenly a row of portholes or windows appeared along the side of the ship just above the dark stripe. They started about twenty feet from the front and ran half way to the back. The lights appeared to be five or six feet apart and eighteen to twenty four inches across and appeared to be opaque since I could not actually see inside the craft.

As I watched the craft a strange sensation overcame me. I couldn't see into the craft but I knew that there were figures inside watching the plane. It was as if they were talking to me by telepathy. One thought, or voice that I heard inside my head was much stronger than any of the others, as if it were concentrating on communicating with me.

Do not be alarmed, it said. We are not here to harm you we only want to speak with you. You are one of the chosen few. You will need our help in the next few weeks.

Yah, right, Chosen for what I thought.

A few seconds later the voice inside