The Guest: Alien Hunters Series, #1

By R. Stone

What if you were twelve years old and abducted by aliens but no one believed you? You're parent's are missing, you're unable to speak for two years, unfit for foster care, put in a State Institution and your attempts at escape have failed - what would you do? You'd probably do what I did - play along and pretend that aliens didn't exist in the hopes of being released when you turned 18. But what if two months away from your release a new doctor tells you that you can't leave - what would you do?

Enter Bella, a new seventeen year patient to the facility, diagnosis: psychopath – the downside - she's my new roommate.

Then enter Cash – another new patient, the son of a Senator and genius computer hacker. My two new BFF's, what do we all have in common? We all want out of here!  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richelle Stone
• Release date: Feb 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9780692398449

Book preview

1 LAB RAT

I lay on the cold metal table, naked, paralyzed and unable to speak. Tears rolled down my face as I looked upward at the four alien creatures that stood around the table preparing to perform yet, another excruciating experiment on me. They weren’t much taller than me and their enlarged green colored egg-shaped heads and big black glossy eyes added to their grotesque features, their noses pressed flatly against their face with tiny nostrils, but despite all of this, their most disgusting feature was their mouth – a tiny hole the size of a dime covered by a black thick membrane of skin. They never opened it and it became – obvious – that – they – communicated - telepathically. I tried to prepare myself for what would come next, the sharp pain of that initial cut as they sliced into me – I never knew were they would cut next – this wasn’t t first time they’d taken me, I’d lost count now. After the first time it happened I’d awoke in my bed thinking I’d had a bad dream from watching too many of my parent’s science fiction DVD’s but then when I’d looked in the mirror at the scars they’d left, I knew it was all too real. One of the Aliens picked up large metal probe that I hadn’t seen before then passed it to another alien – I wondered what it was for? I tried to force my arms or legs to move but no matter how hard I concentrated I couldn’t move anything. I couldn’t even blink or close my eyes – I had no choice but to watch them as they cut me open looking for whatever it was they were looking for. The shiny metal instruments made clanking sounds as they handed them back and forth to each other in preparation for the procedure.  My parents were here with me, somewhere on the ship – but they always separated us. Instantly my eyes bolted wide – they’d made the first incision! I breathed deeply. I’d begun to memorize the different types of pain, the first incision was always a sharp stinging pain, almost like a bee sting, it wasn’t too bad, but what followed was unbearable, a stabbing searing pain like a red hot poker deep inside me, then I felt them touching things inside. More tears rolled down my cheeks and the nausea set in next. I always tried to prepare myself for the next abduction but it never helped - a thought occurred to me, What if I tried to communicate - with - them - telepathically. I concentrated then forced myself to think deeply - Please stop - it hurts too much - you’re going to kill me. A moment later one of the aliens answered me, but I couldn’t tell which one, because none of their mouth’s had moved nor did a head turn my way. A deep weird vibrating voice - like someone using a voice box pressed against their vocal cords responded– You will not die.

I continued to plead with them telepathically. What do you want? Why are you doing this to me? There was no answer. The pain became unbearable and I felt myself passing out. I awoke sometime later, still on the table and realized they’d moved on to the next part of the experiment – the one that frightened me the most. One of the aliens picked up a thick long needle that looked more like a screw driver, its long green fingers were securely wrapped around it and I knew what it was for. I tried pleading with them again, No please, don’t.

The alien holding the needle moved it slowly toward my left eye. This experiment was extremely painful, the pressure in my eye felt like they were pulling my eyeball out of my eye socket. I attempted to communicate with them again telepathically. No, not that, please not that again, I can’t take it can’t you please just skip that this time?

The same weird vibrating voice spoke. Rebecca, you will not remember it.

Yes I will, I always remember....NO DON’T!

2 THE VISITORS

I stood at the bathroom sink looking at a twelve year old girl who had never lied to her parents before – not until tonight. My mom’s voice rang out from the dining room.

Rebecca dinner’s ready.

I’ll be right there. I walked out of the bathroom, down the hall and to the dining room then seated myself at the table. I fixed my plate then sat quietly gazing out the window at the green pastures of our ranch watching the cattle graze, hoping to avoid a conversation with my parents about school today, I knew they would be angry about what I’d told my sixth grade teacher - Mrs. Teal, but it was an accident....it just slipped out. I picked at my food.

Rebecca, please pass the butter. 

I turned my head to my mother and smiled. I resembled her a lot with her sandy brown hair and green eyes, unlike my dad’s dark hair and eyes but other features of his were evident in my physique, I was stocky built, like him. I picked up the tray of butter then handed it to her, Here you go.

Thank you. How was school today Rebecca? My mom asked.

A feeling of regret came over me when I lied, It was ok. 

My mother looked at me oddly and didn’t smile. Rebecca, honey would you please go into the kitchen and get the salad dressing out of the refrigerator for me.

Sure, I said feeling relieve that she had dropped the conversation about school. I got up from the table, walked in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the bottle of salad dressing then started back toward the dining room. I stopped just inside the kitchen door when I heard my parent’s talking about me. 

Jack, her teacher, Mrs. Teal called today....Becca told her about the spaceship.

What did Becca tell her Arlene?

That we’ve seen a spaceship hovering over the ranch. 

My dad cleared his throat, We told her not to tell anyone.

I know and I tried to reassure Mrs. Teal that Becca made it up, but there was something in her voice...she wants to meet with both of us, tomorrow. 

My dad nodded his head. I guess we’ll have to go in to see her and convince her that Becca made it up. 

My mom looked upset. Jack, why won’t they leave us alone, why do they keep coming back? 

I don’t know Arlene.

I walked back into the dining room, sat down and told my parents what had really happened at school today. 

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I was asleep in my bed when the bright flash outside my window woke me, I sat up instantly and heard my mom and dad yelling my name then my bedroom door opened and