and the Extraterrestrial
First published 2015 by CB
This is a Shakespir edition 2017
Copyright Victor Bertolaccini
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The Interdimensional Extraterrestrial
The IE altered its composition as it unsuccessfully tried to leave the confines of the universe, and its shape glowed and vanished into powerful bright explosions of energy, blasting out from its exploding spacecraft, as its fight for survival began.
For the first time in its existence it felt pain and saw death, and its formation constantly altered as it controlled its individual parts to a degree of individual cells, stopping itself being absorbed and destroyed by the colossal infernal.
In horror it felt its destruction but finally a hole formed in the mass of energy, which had been its form of space vehicle it had used to enter this world with, and it grasped the opportunity with all it could muster and formed itself into a flying formation, it had seen in another dimension, and it darted out of the colossal energy into the dark night of the world.
The cold outer world was unrecognizable to it and it was left staggered by its dangers and as it monitored its formation’s fight to repair itself it considered how the occurrence could possibly have occurred, and it felt satisfaction from its body as it completed repairing a major region of damage to it.
It eventually was able to alter to an extraterrestrial humanoid formation, it had intended to alter to on arrival at the Earth, and it gained more of its normal powers, and it managed to adapt to the surrounding environment, and it shifted into the long black shadows of unknown tree formations like a transparent ghost monster lurking around, transforming shapes and appearances in regions of it, and it temporary stopped astounded by the event as it considered what had happened and that it was trapped on a desolate region in a strange universe, in a strange combination of strange dimensions, without any communications to its own universe, without anything else like it being in the surrounding space, and it began to contemplate the real dangers to its survival and eternal life and it began to contemplate how it could survive on the world without its more advanced technology, which it had never been without or even heard of occurring.
Its species was so ancient it could not even believe it had a beginning source! It had been contacted by an unknown form of communication, from the unknown universe, from the strange unknown species of Earth humanoids, and it had been chosen by its species to make contact on behalf of its species, and it too had not fully grasped the extraordinary universe, and some of Earth’s extraordinary technology as it never worked in its universe, and it had been disorientated on its entry to the universe and it had made the fatal mistake of forming its spacecraft into a human space rocket formation in orbit over the Earth and it had been detected and attacked.
It was trapped out on a strange celestial object with unknown new life forms and it realized it had to fight to survive further than it had ever done before and it wondered if it could, and it realized it would be detected on the world and it fought to escape from the vicinity of its exploding spacecraft.
The moon shifted overhead as its monster shape staggered through the small wood, where it had shot into, and it even took comfort in the moon’s existence with its slight familiarity and it resembling a stellar sight in its own universe, and it stopped to examine a life form, and a small black cat shifting towards it!
It had never seen anything like it and it could not explain its existence and it struggled to explain how it functioned and its strangeness grasped its imagination, and it altered its formation to adapt to it and its new environment and it finally took a sample of its blood and reformed its colossal energy formation.
Its strange shaped shadows shifted in the moonlight, probing the cold darkness, and it moved on as it studied everything in its surroundings, expecting hideous encounters, as it fought to return its normal detection senses.
It roamed the wood and it became clear that the life form it had copied affected it far more than it had realized, and it realized it was not just the life form but its own damaged state!
While it propelled itself forward its body adapted its form and repaired damage and formed more powerful and better Earth legs and razor-sharp claws, creature fangs, and thick tentacles formed and expanded from its neck, from creatures it had studied on other worlds in the region of space as it had entered the universe, and while it shifted away head tendrils formed from its ears and they shuddered frantically testing the air for the signs of any life forms and dangers.
Its monstrous cat shapes silhouetted it as it shifted in incredible leaps through trees, further than any Earth creature, and its senses improved and it detected distant human formations near the wood, and it realized that the cat formation had taken its energy from the consumption of other life forms.
Finally the wood ended and strange glowing hills illuminated all around it, stretching out to the rim of the world, as the sun rose below the horizon, and it stopped and watched a glowing spot accelerating across the sky, and a dim radiance illuminated in its surroundings and it detected one of the world’s intelligent species on its own nearby!
The Interdimensional Extraterrestrial
The Lost Soldier
While Dave Cameron awoke his vision was strange and utterly unbelievable, with a hazy metallic bronze, and he studied it everywhere trying to grasp what it was and he heard increasingly extraordinary sounds!
He could feel little and his fingers probed the cold ground and he used his arms to clean his eyes and saw immediately he was lying in a farm field in a pool of muck, surrounded by cows, and as he choked and spat out muck and dung he started to realize the real problem and that he had entirely lost his memory of his identity, and he found a nearly empty bottle of whisky in his jacket pocket and examined it trying to grasp why it was there!
He recognized a distant road over on his left side that he knew was Floors Road and a bright blue building near it that was Linn Products, but again he could not recall why!
He crazily jumped up and down and the cattle everywhere ran from his shouts and screams and he fought to remove muck and water away from his sight while trying pull his embedded legs out of mud, and he realized again that he had been asleep in a pool of stinking mud, and he could not get why or what had happened!
Some form of rare occurrence had taken place and he struggled to force his mind to grasp it out or give him a suggestion of an answer but he never got it and all he could see was farm fields about him and some trees directly behind him, and he heard cars on the A726 road behind the trees!
Annoyed he started shouting and screaming again, wondering who the hell had dumped him in the pool of mud, and spotted a farmer watching him on a tractor and trailer in the distance and he started shouting, when he acknowledged him he started swearing and making obscene gestures until the farmer stopped and stood up and looked at him bewildered, as he waved his arms wildly, and the farmer shrugged and jumped into his seat and drove on.
Cameron shrugged back and started cleaning the muck from his clothes and stood staggered when he realized he was wearing an army uniform, and he slowly shifted away and sat on the solid field nearby contemplating what had happened and what to do!
At one point, to his surprise, a moving object on Floors Road to his left side moved into a field, beside Floors Wood, and shifted in his direction and he saw it was an army truck and he wondered if he was connected to them and he considered if he was running away from them, which justified him being in the field and that he could have fallen and damaged his head.
Desperate for answers he started jumping up and down again, and shouted over at the vehicle, and it increased its speed and he acknowledged its arrival and stopped, and as it drove up to him he stood looking at it bewildered, not realizing what to do next.
When the army truck stopped he saw it was full of soldiers, who all stared at him confused, and the driver jumped out and marched up to him and stood smiling, examining the mess he was in and the mess in the pool – looking as if he had a mud fight with himself – and Cameron gasped at his body’s impression in it where he had been lying.
“What in the hell are you doing?” a sergeant in the passenger seat finally moaned, as he lowered his window, unable to control himself and stay silent any longer.
“I don’t understand how I got here!” he moaned back, unable to see what else he could do.
All the soldiers in the truck shifted out the end of the vehicle to see what was happening.
“Come off it, buster!” the sergeant shouted, and examined a piece of dung on his mouth with disgust. “What have you been doing here?”
The sergeant examined the nearby cows with slanted eyes and all his footsteps and movements in and around the pool.
“What’s your name, private?” he shouted.
“I don’t know!” he finally admitted, seeing that he couldn’t avoid it.
“You have to be kidding me!” he gasped. “You don’t even know your own name?”
Suddenly an army Land Rover raced up behind the truck and an officer, called Lieutenant Waring, jumped out from the backseat, and shouted at the sergeant, “What’s going on, Sergeant Malone?”
“This private doesn’t even know his name!”
“How could that be? He had to give it to get in the army I assume! Well soldier what have you to say?”
“I’ve lost my memory, sir!”
All the soldiers at the truck stood startled and Malone got out the front of the vehicle and they all stood in front of Cameron.
“Alright then! Has anyone here got his name?” Waring moaned.
To Cameron’s surprise three of the soldiers immediately shoved up their hands and eagerly waited, and Waring smiled brightly, just as a beam of sunshine beamed down over him through a hole in a large cloud, and he walked up to Cameron and studied his face, still covered in a thin layer of muck.
“I’m sure I’ve seen you …”
“His real name’s Dave!” one of the three soldiers who knew him shouted.
Malone removed a pen and paper, and moaned, “What’s his second name, private?”
“Is that right!” he groaned loudly, and sighed and firmly held his forehead in his hands and stayed that way for a few minutes and returned to what he was doing, entirely ignoring the problem.
Cameron tried to recall the name but could not, and thought the soldier looked familiar though and tried to recall his name.
Suddenly Waring gasped and looked at his watch and realized something and that he was late for something!
“Well, Malone, handle this man would you! I’ve business to attend to! And try to find a way to give him his memory back!”
“I’ll surely do that!” Malone muttered sadistically, and they saluted and Waring rushed away.
Malone ordered Cameron to go into the back of the truck with the other soldiers where he sat slouched and grasped the gravity of the situation and that he could not recall anything and sat dazed and confused and shifted next to the three soldiers that knew him, as they were the only ones that knew anything, and he soon got their names – as Tod Simpson (who was the soldier who had told him his name), and Johnny Fogler and Harry Hanks.
As the old truck slowly bumped up and down through the field Cameron’s name went through his mind rhythmically, vanishing and reappearing, and he failed to recall a single thing. What was he doing there? Simpson treated him like he was part of a crime, with Simpson and the other two soldiers, which they refused to say and which they were sure he would eventually recall.
At a field (behind where Rudolf Hess’s plane had crashed during the Second World War), he saw a large group of big army tents and he examined them in detail trying to see what they were doing there, as he expected to be taken to a real army base.
From their conversations he pieced together that they were all new recruits and on an army mission there, which he never grasped, and the others gave occasional gasps at, which grasped his imagination and he wondered why he could have done such a thing as join the army as he was sure he had no interest in it.
As the truck rolled into the army site he even wondered if they were playing a joke on him and that they had not known him!
The situation was unbelievable! He did not know what the future held and if he was in danger!
In the sleeping tent he examined everything about his bed looking for clues and found little and realized the three soldiers had been close to him as his bed was in the middle of theirs and they communicated regularly as though they knew him well.
Yet when he went away and got cleaned up, and washed away all the muck that had been covering his face and head, and put on new clothes and returned, they sat on their beds gasping and examining him, giving occasional whispers, staggered mainly at his face, and the other soldiers sat staring over for long periods contemplating things and carrying out silent conversations.
In the end they laughed and cracked silent jokes that he was unable to hear, leaving him wondering what the hell was happening and what the future was.
One of the men eventually entered the tent, after having left a few minutes earlier, and walked straight up to Cameron and stared right in his face, and moaned, “Malone wants to talk to you!”
“Don’t know! Probably to do with what happened today!”
Cameron jumped up and drank what was left of a can of beer beside him and rushed out.
When he entered Malone’s tent Malone was sitting in a seat at a desk moaning to someone on a phone, with another soldier standing in front of the desk, and Cameron stood beside him.
Malone glanced over and gasped, stopped talking and continued, and examined him looking straight into his face as if he saw something he did not fully want to see and could not quite grasp and studied him and left it.
Once he hanged up the phone he instantly dismissed the other solider, who left moaning about him not allowing him to speak.
“I want to ask you some questions!”
Cameron stood straight and copied one of the soldiers he had seen saluting and he waited.
“Why did you join the army, Dave?” he asked, studying him with great confusion and annoyance, while sipping tea from a cup.
“I can’t remember!”
“You can’t remember why you’re in the army!” he gasped, blowing out all the tea in his mouth, in a massive spray, covering the table.
When Cameron offered to clean it, he shouted, “Leave it!”
“Of course, you lost your memory …” he spoke, recalling the occurrence.
“Why do you think people join?” he finally asked.
“To get out and about! To see the universe!”
“Wow! The whole universe!”
“Or visit places one normally never sees!”
“Let me explain!” he explained, staring into his face, staggered by something, and putting his elbow in a large ashtray. “In the old days, a century ago, people joined the French Foreign Legion to forget things! Problems! Things they wanted to escape from! Escape from weary existences! Even hide away from crimes they had committed!”
“Well, I’m sure I’d have gone further away!”
“Really! How do you know?”
“I have no recollection of anything! So I can’t answer that!”
Suddenly it struck him that he was trying to suggest something and he realized he could have done something and that he could have found out about it! Then he gasped as he realized his mind was blank and he had no memories of anything of himself!
“Have you done something to me?” he gasped, recalling waking up in the pool of mud in the field. “I’ve no memories …”
He thought of all the things used by the military on prisoners and if they could have done it.
Malone made strange faces, as though in deep pain, and bent over and put his face in his hands, and his shoulders quivered as though he were sobbing, and he remained doing it for minutes until he recovered, and Cameron watched the top of his head shuddering and rise and him calmly return to normal.
“Just leave!” he moaned firmly, no longer looking at him, and Cameron left confused and realized his goal was to find out who the hell he was no matter what!
“I’ve another question!” he quickly asked before he left.
“What the hell are we doing out here? Surely the military doesn’t need anyone out here?”
“We’re searching for a killer lion!” he replied, now amused at Cameron’s face expression changing to horror.
“A killer lion is roaming about here! Why are we in tents and out in the open? How the hell did it get out here?”
“We’ve guns! It escaped from a nearby village circus I think! We’ve not confirmed anything yet though!”
Cameron realized some of his memory was returning and he considered how dangerous the lion was and wondered what a circus was doing with a killer lion! He was sure it was illegal to have such an animal!
“What proof is there that it exists?”
“Farmers have reported seeing the thing to the police! We’ve just arrived and are to investigate the incident!”
A shiver ran up his spine as he considered the danger he had been in out in the field in the pool of mud and he considered if it had anything to do with how he ended up there.
Cameron’s gaze went out into a field through the small group of trees, searching for any disturbances and signs that the lion was about. The thing would surely give itself away there, and he took comfort in there being no signs from the crows flying overhead reacting to anything!
Malone said he was going to visit one of the farmers that had witnessed the killer lion and he wondered what the hell they were talking about! The whole incident seemed strange now!
His gaze returned to the well, and its large circular hole at his front, going deep into the ground.
The top had clearly been recently dug away from being buried under rotten wooden planks and soil, hidden away in the middle of the small group of trees, and he studied Simpson who had a rope and harness tightly attached around him as Fogler and Hanks arrived and brought a torch, from the road on the edge of the trees, on Floors Road, and Cameron wondered why the hell they thought there was anything there! Then he realized that Rudolf Hess had parachuted down there or at the other side of the road, at the farm!
His close inspection of the tunnel showed it clearly had been an ancient well and had been covered over a long time ago, and he wondered why they had not used a nearby stream and if it were something else.
“What’s the hell’s there?” he conclusively moaned, after waiting for them to say something, with him almost screaming for them to tell him! They refused to give him anything about anything, and what they had been doing there before he had lost his memory!
They had secretively left the army camp when the others had not been around, and all four of them were at the mysterious hole searching for signs of what was there.
“Am I the only one going down there?” Simpson moaned, sadistically.
Seeing the other two were not interested in going down, Cameron decided he would like to see what was there. Anything that could give him anything on what he had been doing before he had lost his memory was of more value than anything else!
He announced it, searching them for any sign of disagreements.
He was surprised that they all nodded in agreement and one removed another harness and rope for him and he realized that he might have been down the hole already, going by their reactions, and he had become aware earlier that they had been down the hole searching for treasure.
The hole was large with more than enough room to fit both of them at the bottom and when Simpson left and vanished into its darkness he started attaching the harness to him, and gasped at how he knew how to fit it, and not know why, and he realized that he had to have done it recently.
He swiftly entered the hole once he was ready as he did not want to miss anything, and the action, even though they had been there before, and he wondered again what exactly they were doing.
“What exactly will I be doing down there?” he asked Fogler casually, desperate for anything, and any clue.
But again they totally ignored his request and insisted in not saying a thing, leaving him dazzled, but more determined to get to the bottom of all the mysteries.
What were they after? What in the hell would soldiers want?
He had to leave it and gasped as he released the rope, edging him downwards into the deep abyss, inhaling gasps of air, eagerly seeking the unimaginable and what was hidden away.
As he went down he chuckled as he recalled a story a young soldier had told them in their tent and that a teacher had once asked their class what organ of the body could expand itself ten times its size when stimulated.
When nobody had put up their hand she had asked a girl, and she had stood up blushing furiously, and had shouted, “How dare you ask such a question! I going home and I will have my parents report you to the headmaster and the police …!”
The teacher had ignored her reaction and had asked the same question over, and a boy had stood and replied with, “The correct answer is the iris of the human eye!”
“Very good!” she had replied, and had turned to the girl and had announced, “I have three things to say to you! Firstly, it’s clear you never did your homework! Secondly, you have a dirty and vicious mind! Thirdly, I fear someday you’re going to be disappointed in willies expanding!”
“What the hell are you doing?” Fogler hollered down, staring at him, and Cameron realized that he had stopped lowering himself, and had been laughing to himself, and he watched his distant face studying him as though he now thought he had gone mad!
He yearned to explore so he quickly continued, while he tried to grasp shapes buried away down in the dimness just below, and he could not figure out what could be there! There was not any suggestion and it reminded him of his memory of himself! What could cause such an occurrence?
He recalled once watching archeologists at work at the top of a construction but he could not recall what he was doing there and certain other things, and it confused him and left him staggered at the dangers he could confront.
Suddenly he flew down the shaft uncontrollably and crashed into the ground and immediately jumped to his feet as the rope above him fell on top of him.
The fall had been a large one and he was staggered at the impact, but he was even more staggered that he had not broken anything and he seemed to have no damage to his body.
The end of the rope, where it had broken, had clearly been worn away for a long time and he could not believe that they had not even seen it, and going by the two soldiers above they had not even noticed.
Simpson examined him in the dim torchlight gasping at him crashing into the ground where he had been earlier, and that he would have been flattened by it, and to Cameron’s amazement he found another thick metal torch smashed into pieces where he had landed on his back, and he examined his back unable to find a bruise or sore.
How could he have fallen so far and not be injured? He surely should have broken bones!
He considered it as he tested areas of his body but there were no signs of anything!
“That was some fall, Dave!” Simpson eventually replied, focusing the beam of light from the torch up the shaft to where he had been, and Fogler and Hanks showed themselves at the top of the well and shouted down.
It looked as if they had been examining the surrounding fields, away in the distance.
Even though Cameron was not sure what would be accomplished anywhere it was mysterious and fascinating now! They were clearly searching for something of value down in the tunnel, and he could not even imagine what!
Cameron removed objects about him that had been dug up from the muck at the bottom of the well and he played with them seeing what they were or if he could find anything, while Simpson dug away with a spade with some expertise, clearly from being at work there for a while.
In the corner he spotted an old rolled up jacket, and asked Simpson, “Whose is that?”
“Yours!” he replied firmly, while stopping digging. “Has none of your memory returned yet?”
“Nothing about myself! I wondered what happened!”
Simpson continued and started chipping away at a giant boulder with chisel and hammer to break it up, and shoved it over into the muck that he was throwing out at this side.
Cameron played with jacket wondering why he could not imagine wearing the old tattered thing, and decided to check the pockets to see if there was anything.
He groaned in despair and shoved the remains of the rope away from him and he dug his hands deep into the side pockets of the jacket and found nothing, but he felt a hole in one where he could shove his hand into and played around in the lining and finally felt a piece of paper and removed it.
It had smudged lines and writing and he could not see it properly in the dimness and shoved it into his trouser pocket to examine when he could see it properly in normal light, and considered how long the torches would last.
Cameron examined the end of the rope to see how it broke and realized that it broke as he and the others had been moving around a lot while coming down, and he realized that they had not even examined it properly.
He ignored it and returned to watching Simpson enthusiastically rolling parts of the boulder out the hole! He realized the rope could have been cut on a sharp rock by them rushing about, and going up or down the tunnel.
Above him, in the black shaft above, he examined the other part of the rope dangling about, in occasionally gusts of wind blowing in, and he searched for a sharp rock on the side of the tunnel, and then he looked for anything that could do it but in was far too dim, and for some reason he thought he could easily climb there, even though it was completely vertically with nothing to really grip.
He was sure he could do it, and wondered if he had been some form of climber, and he was so enthralled in finding his own identity he decided to see what would happen if he started to climb it, and if any memories returned to him.
So he stared to climb and to his amazement his mind and body seemed to alter and he climbed the wall of mud and rocks in massive leaps, as though gravity never existed, not knowing how he managed to remain up without falling, and as he swiftly reached the rope he watched Simpson below staring up, staggered by his speed and strange ability, and Cameron grabbed the rope and leapt up it and was soon at the top of the well.
The whole account of the lion was now incredible to Cameron and he could hardly believe the events of the past days and that they were on the trail of a massive killer lion!
The last of the sunlight was vanishing within the small wood, in front of them, into the western horizon, with the night there engulfing them, and he studied his surroundings and the bright blue Linn Products building through the trees, trying to explain why the small wood could actually shelter the beast.
Perhaps the lion was hungry and waiting to get a human alone! Sightings clearly gave the wood as the location of it!
Fifteen of their armed soldiers were there, and a few police, and he kept wondering why the police had not been used in the first place. They had weapons! They could have used animal handlers!
There was something different about the lion that was extraordinary and vastly dangerous that he could not grasp! All the soldiers and police were in a line through the wood and they were nervous and ready with their guns as they started searching!
Cameron marched on with his rifle pointing at the undergrowth directly ahead, while he watched Simpson, Fogler, and Hanks at his side, and saw their eyes wide and alert, ready for action.
As they moved on they heard a helicopter appear in the distance and they increased their speed, but they slowed as it emerged with its sound beating heavily everywhere, as it started circling the above wood with its searchlight beaming through the trees, and he wondered what the hell had they done! The lion would go crazy and he expected the thing to come flying straight out at them through the dark wood, and he was left considering if they could even shoot it accurately in the environment and dimness at such a speed! He was unsure if they could hit such a moving dark target!
“What the hell would that lion be doing here?” Fogler moaned, trying to get an answer, and Cameron saw that they did not fully believe it was there.
The wood looked empty of animals in all the places he saw, and he considered their search for it.
Though the adventure brought them to life after a long rest earlier and from inactivity! The information was little and no evidence had been given, and in the end everything seemed to add up to little, and yet he still thought they would find something, but it was strange. His memory loss confused him! At times he seemed go from one character to another as though he had been two different people, and deep within him he sensed something was hidden away. It was also as if he was gasping over its discovery! Which was stupid unless it was of great danger!
The vegetation around them was thick but suddenly his eyes darted about and spotted something, as if he was looking for something there at another part of his brain, and he searched what was there and he was surprised as the plants and undergrowth were withered and burnt as though a terrific heat had blasted through there.
To his surprise when they moved further into the region all the soldiers started talking of it and he saw it all across his front, as though something of tremendous heat had been ahead somewhere, but the strange thing was there was nothing ahead and he searched the entire front area for signs of a fire and found nothing!
Had someone nearby been working on something, with some form of rocket propulsion, and the blast had gone straight through the wood?
How could anyone over at the blue building not have noticed?
He spotted an old gravestone and fence and saw by the soldiers there that there was nothing there! The source seemed to be near the furthest away point from the building and road, and he gasped for no reason and started examining there and saw something had done incredible damage! Something had exploded or something!
“Looks like kids have been camping out over there?” Simpson uttered, examining where his eyes were on, wondering what his startled look was for.
While they neared the spot their reactions altered and they seemed to forget the killer lion and started examining the place with great interest!
All the soldiers approached the place searching everything they could see! Looking for explanations!
“What the hell happened here!” one of the soldiers replied, approaching the place first. “Looks like someone exploded some form of bomb!”
“Bomb!” Simpson replied. “Like a miniature atomic one!”
All the ground, rocks and dirt, was melted deep into the ground by intense heat, and the center point was covered in a strange substance and metal.
“What happened here?” a police sergeant continued, wandering up to them, picking up loose bits of the ground, and Cameron wondered if the police would investigate it!
Early the next morning Malone took them back to the site to investigate what was there more decisively and to try and answer unanswered questions that had accumulated on the previous night!
Military scientists arrived and they all marched into the wood to the site, where they were going to carry out examinations of what they could find, and remove samples.
What astounded Cameron was that only within visible distance of there that their attitude drastically altered! The heat from it had had more of an effect than the soldiers had realized in the darkness! Things somehow took a different perspective than the damage from normal fire and heat damage and they all looked closely in detail for why.
“I was just thinking!” one of the aged scientists stated. “Could it have been the energy surge that was detected in this region?”
“But we do not fully know what or of the amount detected!” another scientist stated, staring over where the occurrence took place, with his mouth wide open.
The soldiers were dazed and wondering what and how they had detected anything, and what they were going to unravel there and just how dangerous it was! Why were the scientists reacting so peculiar to it?
“Its powers have incredible properties,” the first scientist continued. “There are many peculiarities here!”
“It looks like something sent out an energy surge!” he replied, after he examined powerful damage to the trees, with many trees blown over.
“Could that not have just been a massive wind surges?” Simpson finally moaned.
Cameron gasped and examined a slight look of horror on the scientist’s face, and watched him moan back, “A weather disturbance wouldn’t do that like that!”
“I’ll believe the theories when I have proof!” Simpson uttered to the other soldiers.
“They’re probably altering an explosion of some unknown explosive …” Fogler replied. “Someone could have been testing out something from where they worked!”
Simpson gave a short burst of laughter, and replied, “Someone has removed some classified explosive and tested it out! I don’t know what it is but I somehow think it could be far more confidential for anyone to remove anything and detonate it in a public place! Why not go up on the moors near the army camp?”
“It’d be an incredible military innovation if it did!” the scientist remarked, while listening in, making them all go silent wondering what they were actually talking of!
“What happens if it is something new?” Fogler replied confused, and they ignored him and moved in slowly to where the occurrence had occurred, and they stood in a circle around its circular shape, with most of them gasping at the sheer magnitude of what something had done there.
Cameron stood staring with his eyes wide open beside the gasping startled scientists, who were now at a loss of words!
Fogler finally could not help reply, “What the hell was it then?”
The region was covered strange melted unknown substances and looked like nothing they had seen before.
“Are we going to go through with releasing it to the media?” Malone firmly asked the head scientist, to clarify the situation.
“How can they keep it a secret?” the scientist moaned, startled and annoyed that his discovery might be hidden away. “The whole place may be at the center of attention of the world media when the media arrive!”
“We could chase the media away and claim it was something else?”
The scientists just stared at him with shock not believing what had heard, and replied, “Alright! It could be a military secret or part of a confidential project!”
“We’ll allow them here at the moment anyway! There’s nothing that can be identified with anything! It is not customary to classify anything without an order anyway. And if we show the media it someone may recognize it and turn up! While they may never know of it if we don’t!”
“Correct!” one of the scientists acknowledged.
Away in the distance Cameron heard a car and a voice and he was sure it was someone from the media driving there. Even though he could not understand how he heard it! He was sure he had never heard someone in a vehicle before!
Television and newspaper reporters and cameramen arrived at the site to capture what they had found and Cameron watched on shocked! One of them was one of the people he had overheard in the car driving there and looked as he imagined him!
They were amazed at the large military presence and could not get to what was there, and then were more startled at the scientists and their keenness and secretiveness!
At the edge of the crash site they stood confused trying to work out what it was and what had occurred, and Cameron was amazed by how it looked and how incredible it was in bright sunlight now blasting through the trees.
At the army camp the night before he had become convinced that it had only looked like something in the darkness and dim torchlight. Yet what the hell could crash almost vertically with such force and power?
Cameron realized after a few smiling glances from reporters that they found his facial appearance amusing, and he wondered why almost everyone saw him at a certain distance gasped and studied his face and appearance. It was like for almost a few seconds they thought he was someone else and someone famous! Someone they considered amusing! One woman reporter even moved in close to him and started questioning him, after being unable to ignore his resemblances, and he coolly ignored it and behaved like a soldier and gave information of the discovery and a detailed account of what had happened when they had found it.
What confused him more was that she recognized his voice too!
When the police started carrying out investigations nearby he soon forgot their reactions, and they reported to the increasing media presence their reported accounts of an identified flying object crashing down there, which he had a hard time believing and he realized later that they had meant unidentified aircraft.
The police investigations also told of the giant killer lion that had been witnessed nearby and they realized that it could exist again and Malone soon joined the police making a more detailed investigation!
Accounts of what was believed to be an earthquake tremor, an immense explosion, and sounds of what sounded like an airplane crashing down were the most reported! Some were startling and of a giant meteorite impact, and of a bright light shooting down! Sightings of fierce light and smoke from burning in the wood was later told by people nearby and on the main road. Many thought it was some form of social gathering!
Yet nothing solved what had actually happened, and what had crashed into the wood! Yet the media was sure that something would be found and they had the police carry out a national investigation, and especially to locate any missing planes and anything that had been in the vicinity.
The mysteries kept accumulating, instead of decreasing, and soon everyone Cameron met never had a clue what was going on!
What the hell had he been doing? Why had he lost his memory in only certain places? What treasure were they looking for in the well in the trees by the road? Why did the three soldiers he was searching with never tell him anything no matter how far he questioned them? What form of air accident occurred vertically? Had something hit there or been exploded? Why had all the occurrences that had been witnessed not been investigated by any of the witnesses?
At one point the only thing that added up was they were all up to something and hiding it from them!
The press at one point seemed to know what was fully happening to their surprise and they were sure something was found that altered things, which they never told, and the story circulated around the globe!
The whole event was a muddled mess, which now seemed to have no conclusion, and Cameron believed he would never get the opportunity to get his memory back, but he kept trying!
In his army bed he examined everything about him always looking for clues about anything, but found little, and he kept realizing that the three soldiers had been close to him and had put his bed in the middle of theirs, but he could not get them to communicate on anything.
The killer lion was strange now! Like a mythical creature! After all the accounts of it there was nothing about it that seemed normal! Even the first accounts had confused it, as why were they claiming it was a killer lion? What was a killer lion doing out there? If it had been part of a circus or zoo it should have adapted to there, and why would they have a killer lion? He had not heard anything of killer animals being used! Even though some animal parks insisted in getting new active animals.
What got him was that they were the most vulnerable as everyone else was indoors and protected! He was even sure that it would go for their tent due to the noise and smell! He even considered that they had deliberately put them there as bait for the thing! They were soldiers and paid to be used in such deadly scenarios!
Other things bothered him! Was there a treasure? And what was he doing in the pool of mud? He had thought something would have arose to give a suggestion of what was going on! Now it seemed he would never know!
He recalled his arrival at the army camp and when he got cleaned and washed in the toilet and had seen his face in the mirror and had not recognized himself! Who the hell was he? Was there a form of illness that affected certain parts of his memory?
He sat at the edge of his bed watching the other three soldiers around him and their habits, and them occasionally examine him, giving occasional whispers to each other, sometimes staggered at his face, and other soldiers stared over for long periods, contemplating things, and carrying out conversations about their home life.
He groaned in despair and recalled the piece of paper he had found in his jacket pocket at the bottom of the well and he searched deep into his pocket and found where he had shoved it and played around with it against the lining and finally removed it and examined the smudged lines and writing in the bright light for the first time.
He saw that they were not as smudged as he had originally thought, but he could not make out what it was and shoved it back into his pocket, and he tried to recall and realize what it was.
He listened to Simpson and Fogler having an argument over racing horses, and which would win, and in the end laughed at it and cracked a silent joke that they were unable to hear, and they eventually asked him what horse he thought was better, with them trying persuade him that their horse was better than the other, and he eventually gave up listening in the end and wondered what the hell would happen in the future.
Hanks, the third soldier, who was normally silent, sat beside him on his bed, and showed him horses being sold on the internet on a device.
“What do you think then?”
“They’re alright! What are you thinking of buying one?”
“What! You race horses?”
“Yes!” he replied smiling. “I was a jockey! I’m still thinking of racing in my spare time!”
One of the other soldiers entered the tent after leaving minutes earlier and he walked straight up to Cameron and stared straight his face, and moaned, “Malone says he wants to talk to you!”
“Just don’t know!”
The soldier left the tent after carrying out his order, and Cameron sat wondering what it was about.
“Look at this one! What a beauty! What do think, Dave?”
“Can you make good money from a good horse?” he asked, considering if it was an easy way to make money, and Hanks nodded in agreement.
After examining them, and realizing that they were basically all the same, he wondered how Hanks could tell a good horse and in the end he chose what looked the fittest horse.
He was surprised Hanks instantly agreed, and thought it was a winner, and was so sure he offered Fogler and Simpson a wager on it, and they instantly came to a halt with their argument and marched over and started examining the horses and eventually broke into another argument.
Hanks eventually got bored listening, and showed Cameron the horse again.
“Where’ll you keep it?”
“I’ve place at our farm! We’d split the money!”
On his reply the other two came to a complete stop and started shifting over to him, and they all started debating the horse and what they could make.
Cameron acknowledged that he would go along with the deal, even though he was not entirely sure!
He wondered if the treasure was a fantasy scheme that one of them had come up with, and that they were the ones who had come up with searching there and not him, and that they had been so secretive with him to get him to go along with it! But he could not see why as all they were doing was wasting time there, and as soon as the military was sure the lion was not around anymore they would have to move away.
The problem he would eventually have to face was he did not know where he lived or anything. So when the soldiers were on leave where the hell did he go! He would be there the rest of his life wondering if he was being waited on by someone to arrive back! Hanks had a farm and he realized why he never minded the rural region! And he was sure that he had been living indoors somewhere! But where? Where?
Yet the military had to have information on him, and he wondered if he was married or something! Yet what if he never remembered the woman like he had with the three soldiers?
The soldier that had informed him that Malone wanted to see him later entered and walked right up to Cameron and stared straight his face, and moaned, “Malone wants to see you in his tent right now!”
Cameron realized he had to do something and grabbed a bottle of whisky from beside his bed and downed as much as he could, and gasped, and he shifted out the tent!
When Cameron arrived at Malone’s tent he was told to enter and Lieutenant Waring jumped onto his feet and downed the last of his rum and rushed towards the entrance, examining Cameron’s face from the side of his eyes gasping, and stopped himself asking him something and rushed out the entrance.
“Sit down!” Malone ordered, clearly annoyed about something, which Cameron could not grasp.
He was sitting trying to contemplate some thought when the phone rang and he instantly grabbed at it and listened without hearing anything, and when someone spoke he launched into an argument with someone over not doing what he wanted and started thumping his desk with his fist, and shouted and hung up, and banged the phone down.
“Cameron!” he eventually forced himself to whisper. “What are you doing?”
He stared deep into his eyes, trying to penetrate into his mind, and saw his face and looked away, while trying to contemplate some thought.
“Nothing as far as I know!” he moaned, not knowing what to think or do, or what he meant.
“There has been a complaint about you already!” he announced loudly, seeing if he would react.
“About what?” he gasped, wondering who complained about soldiers and wondered what they would complain about.
“That’s it Cameron! People don’t like you! They complain everywhere and you just keep ignoring it! Don’t you?”
Cameron realized that there were people complaining about him everywhere and did not like it, and he wondered what they were complaining of and why they never liked him. Then he realized that Malone must have people complaining all the time with them being there, and he wondered what he was up to!
“You’re a born villain! You’re a menace to civilization! The people of this country could do without you!”
“Yeah! So why do most of the men get annoyed at you? Not me! At least I’ve not annoyed any soldiers …!”
“You’ve not annoyed …!” he stared deep into his eyes again, and looked away.
“Did you go to the golf club up at the moor?” Malone curiously asked, calming himself.
“Yes!” he joked, annoyed, and even more annoyed at their persistence in not telling him anything. “There were hundreds of people drunk all over the place, lying in bushes, and vomiting on the greens, and throwing beer cans! The whole place was totally covered with people drinking and making it with woman, and there were wild orgies everywhere!”
“Great! Remind me to visit there! What else was there? Was there any physical action?”
“Physical action! Yeah! There was this woman on the local golf course who hit her ball and it shot sideways and went into a foursome of men, putting at a green, and the ball hit one of the men in the crotch!”
“That sounds fun! What next?”
“She realized it was her new boss!”
“New boss! And what happened?”
“She rushed over to him and told him she was also a physical therapist and that she knew how to relieve the pain! So she gently took his hands away and loosened his pants and pulled them down to his knees and started massaging his sexual organs in the middle of the golf course!”
“Good god!” Malone gasped. “What will they think of next?”
“She continued on going, even in the middle of the green, with all the crowds and them watching, with reporters and cameras!”
“So what!” Malone shouted, furiously.
“He told her that the golf ball had hit his little finger, at his pocket, and that he had only put my hands between my legs to quench the pain!”
“Great! But what the hell has that to do with what I’m talking about …!”
“Cameron pull yourself together! This country needs you to do your job! Not to hang about perverted golf clubs!”
“Why did you want to know if I was there for?”
“I was checking if you played golf! As I thought you may want to play with me and some of the lads here!”
“Thank you! I was there! I’ll think about it!”
“Wrong! The game’s cancelled! I was checking if you were there! There was a complaint about you! Someone said that they saw you at the golf course, and walking from there!”
“Apparently Cameron … Everywhere!”
“That’s where you’re wrong! I’ve not been everywhere!”
“Yet! You don’t actually have to go everywhere! It can be done with the media!”
“I’ve been in the media? When?”
Malone bent over holding his head in his hands, and rested his head on the table, while moaning, and swiftly straightened, while Cameron realized he had heard something about him in the media.
“The whole country seems to know of you …” Malone announced, and stopped himself.
“I can assure you that nothing really happened! That golf club has some strange people hanging around …”
“We’re not talking about that! So you have lost your memory! Well, this time I have you! A complaint was made to the police about you!”
“While visiting the golf club?” he replied, astonished and confused. “Alright! I know I’m not a member …”
“It’s nothing to do with your blasted golf club!” he screamed.
“Well then it is about time you told me!”
“I will! I’m coming to it!”
Cameron gasped, wondering if he could go to prison for the crime! Yet why did he not recall anything? If he had done something surely he would have noticed it? What was he talking about? Was it something he had done before he had been found in the pool of mud in the field? Was he actually a wanted criminal, and had the people of the media, in the wood, or on the golf course recognized him!
He could not have! He was sure he was not like that, and he could tell by all the people who knew him that he had not been!
How would he handle the police without a memory? They would think he was covering something or was insane!
Malone took his official pose and sat upright studying him, as though a judge about to sentence him for a serious crime, which he would regret for the rest of his life, and he wondered what he was up to when he never and just sat staring at his face with deep emotions of something!
Cameron wondered what the outcome of it all could be!
“You remember what you did after you left the golf course road, I presume?” Malone casually spoke.
“Yes! I kept walking and …”
“Right! Where did you go next?
Cameron stared blankly and shrugged.
“You went to a small roadside wood! Didn’t you?”
Cameron just pleaded guilty and wondered what he was being accused of!
“You were seen climbing down a well in the middle of the wood on Floors Road! You had no right to be there and the farmer complained of you digging a giant well on his property!”
“What! I’m to be charged for digging a well there?”
“No! I’m to warn you not to do it again, and tell you to go over there and cover it over! Someone’s dog could’ve fallen into it!”
Cameron realized someone must have left the cover and covering to hide it off and realized he saw it being covered over!
Cameron could not believe he had not realized his own identity, and it was worse now as he could not see himself answering it, and he rested sulking on his bed.
It was incredible the soldiers in the tent kept getting him drinks and drunk, and had immediately handed him cans of beer as he had entered the tent.
“What was that all about?” the soldier that had taken him to Malone’s tent asked, sitting on the end of his bed, bouncing slightly, testing the springs, and Cameron gasped and decided just to say something.
“Someone reported me for digging a tunnel …”
“Digging a tunnel! What to escape from here?”
“I don’t know!”
“I know this place is rainy at times …”
“What is happening about that racehorse you’re going to buy?” he moaned over at Hanks.
“We’re going to go over and buy it … Are you in?”
Cameron thought it over for a few seconds, wondering why there was four of them in the deal, and why he needed them in the deal, and why he never just bought it himself and took the full profit! He was sure it was a gamble and Hanks would have to win on a horse that he had not ridden. How would he be able to check the horse out?
They all sat thinking about it on their beds, and Hanks eventually replied, “Do you know I recalled seeing you going to meet someone somewhere before you vanished! Just before you ended up in that pool of mud in that field!”
Cameron wondered why he had done that, trying to recall, and trying to work out why he would do such a thing!
“What the hell will I do?” he eventually moaned.
The soldier at the end of his bed looked over at him, and told him, “You’ll remember someday … I’m sure!”
The soldier looked over at Hanks, and asked, “Have you any room for anyone else investing in that racehorse?”
Hanks nodded with satisfaction, and Cameron wondered what it was worth now and what the outcome of it would be!
Cameron was confused! They had been sitting in the bar for four hours and it was almost closing time, the bar was completely empty, and Hanks had not turned up!
He sat with the other three soldiers drinking and waiting for Hank’s arrival!
They had been unsuccessful in getting the horse! None of them had a horse available and they had wasted their time and he wondered if it was the horse merchants attempt to drive up the price! Yet he was sure none had much interest in selling anything!
Hanks knew someone who would sell one and they waited for him to turn up and give them information on what was happening!
It was incredible the amount they drank and had him drinking, for virtually most of the night, and by the time Hanks turned up they were drunk and lethargic.
Cameron was staring through hazed eyes, still wondering about everything, when the doors seemed to explode apart and something seemed to shift into his sight in an altered motion and he stared startled at it trying to wake up and realize what it was.
After a few minutes he heard a loud giggle burst out of Simpson’s lightly closed lips, breaking the intense atmosphere, and he turned to see the angry expression on Fogler’s face and he realized how deep it was and he followed his eyes back to the door and to Hanks standing, looking embarrassed, with a horse that looked like it had been crossed with a monster!
Yet on close examination he saw something was wrong with the horse, and had to have some medical condition. Something he couldn’t quite grasp, and he tried to wake himself to get it!
It was supposed to be a racehorse! But why was it abnormal?
He gawked confused and saw one of the locals look in a door startled and he followed his startled eyes to the horse’s eyes and saw danger! The horse looked extraordinarily strange! He was not even sure it was a horse at times, and he started thinking it was the drink and his memory problem.
It had eyes of some wild beast, and killer eyes that had a deep hate of what seemed to be humans! He could hardly believe a horse could have such a reaction to humans!
“What have you been doing to the thing?” Simpson moaned, glaring at the thing in disbelief as though it were not fully there and a figment of the imagination. “Look at it! Have you whipping it into shape or something?”
“Get stuffed!” Hanks grumbled loudly.
“So this is our amazing racehorse?”
They all stared as Hanks walked right up to them with the beast, towering over them. What astonished Cameron was he could not get how they could control such a thing while riding! He could see why Hanks might have been whipping it and started trying to see any damage to the beast!
“Well?” Hanks moaned.
“Well what?” Simpson swiftly answered.
“Well what do you think of our racehorse? It was the best they had and I could get!”
“The best for the price then!” Simpson replied, and stood up and wandered around it, amazed by the incredible size of it in strange places, as if it had been trained doing something else, and how much a danger it looked, and he ultimately giggled at it.
Cameron had a hard time accepting the thing could win a race.
“It was bred to race!” Hanks announced, seeing his reaction. “Look at those muscles and the enthusiasm in those eyes!”
“Enthusiasm in those eyes!” Simpson replied. “The thing looks like it’s going to maul someone! It looks like it was bred and trained for a wild rodeo or circus act!”
What amazed Cameron was the barman had vanished and remained hidden away out of sight.
He wondered where the hell Hanks intended to keep the thing, as he had not suggested anything. He could just imagine Malone’s face and temper if he discovered the thing in one of the tents.
When the barman emerged Fogler left and arrived with some more drinks for them and insisted in giving Cameron the most alcoholic drink he could think of, and Cameron got annoyed and conclusively asked why.
“You know I read somewhere it can give people with memory loss their memory back!” he replied, with a laugh, looking sideways in small glances at the horse.
“Memory back!” he moaned back, confused. “I’ll be lucky to remember anything after all these!”
“Well, it may cause your brain to start functioning again!”
He started wondering what they were up to and why such drastic action. He was sure it was part of one of their schemes and that he would have to wait to find out what, like everything else.
Something strange about the horse grasped his imagination!
It was far too different! He also could not work out why he had brought it into the bar! The thing could easily smash the place to pieces, if it finally went crazy.
“Where the hell did you get that thing?” a pensioner gasped, rushing in the bar door, with his hair soaked and standing up, as he went to get an umbrella he had left behind.
“I bought it at an Ebay dealer!” Hanks moaned, and laughed drunkenly. “It’s marketed as a genetically improved racing horse!”
Everyone at the table seemed to look at Hanks at the one time, and Cameron, who was in the middle of gulping down his drink, coughed simultaneously and it blasted up his nose, and he had to cough it out.
The pensioner gasped, and told them he was the last time he bought anything there again and rushed for the door!
“It was the only place I could get something worthwhile!” he explained. “If I hadn’t the deal would have been off!”
“As long as it runs good!” Simpson replied. “If not you’ll have to return the thing!”
Hanks nodded firmly in agreement, showing them he had control of the situation.
Cameron recovered from his cough and thought over what the hell he had bought, and after not thinking of anything he started ticking off things that it was not but ended up with the exact same!
Simpson downed his drink and jumped up and moved slowly over to the beast now tied near a wall by its rope! He examined it all over its body and they all moved over and joined in and remarked how fit it looked, but its abnormal looks astounded and confused them on whether it was capable of winning a race.
While they all turned around to go back to their seats and turned their backs on it Cameron was surprised that it gave a silent growl, like no horse he had ever heard, and it sounded like a wild cat or beast in the wilderness, and it made a shiver run up his spine and he never forgot it and the way it eyed them up like it was being held by its prey!
Cameron watched rain blast against a window and wondered why he never found a hotel instead of staying in the army camp.
They sat listening to Simpson and Fogler arguing over racing horses when they heard something crash to the floor and turned and saw the racehorse had knocked something over and Hanks marched over like a cowboy and calmed it down.
They all laughed when Hanks started explaining in detail how sad the horse had been and that he had just brought it into the bar to cheer it up, as it suffered from depression!
Cameron was surprised to hear Hanks bet them a hundred pounds that they could not cheer it up and Simpson and Fogler immediately agreed, and silently discussed it and how best to do it and they marched up to the horse and both of them kept whispering in its ear.
The horse finally gave out a laughter type smile and sound at something Simpson whispered and Cameron was amazed that they had done it, and Hanks paid them the money, even though it quickly retuned to being in the same mood!
Hanks swiftly decided to try to get his money back by betting them that they could not make the horse weep and Simpson and Fogler took the challenge and went up to the horse and started whispering to it, but it grunted and knocked Fogler over instead, and they returned to their seats and paid Hanks his money!
Hanks eventually went over and tried to cheer the horse up by comforting it and reassuring it, and it just ignored him, and he admitted that they had an incredible ability of making the horse more cheerful and laugh!
In the end he asked them how they had cheered it up, and Simpson replied jokingly, “I whispered in its ear that if it laughed I’d give it my beer!”
They laughed and watched Hanks unsuccessfully try to get the real answer and they started getting ready to leave and return to the army camp, and Cameron was surprised to hear Hanks say that he might free the thing in a nearby field.
William the Conqueror
It was a bright hot day and everything looked perfect and about as perfect as they were going to get and Cameron wondered what could possibly go wrong! Even if the horse did not win it was its first race and he was sure its performance would become far better in the future!
Hanks was transformed now and looked a perfectly normal jockey, and not the soldier they knew, and his weight had dropped and he looked skinny and even fragile, but very determined to do his job! His knowledge in horse racing was great, which had even surprised Simpson and Fogler, who thought they knew everything about him, and they even thought he had a good chance of winning the race. For one thing all the horses looked lethargic compared to their horse, and the jockeys looked inexperienced.
The only major argument they had was the name of the horse, which was Willy, which Hanks insisted in calling it, which he claimed was after William the Conqueror, but Cameron was sure it was named after a relative!
They had argued over it with him as they could not imagine a horse with the name becoming a leading racehorse! But Hanks insisted that it was a great name and horse names never mattered that much, and that there were many examples!
Willy still looked a monster even in the light of day and sober and they still looked twice at it when they had not seen it for a while, checking if they were imaging things, and they were surprised that experienced people at the racecourse had strange reactions to the horse and many stood with their mouths wide open trying to grasp something, and some thought they were up to something and checked on things.
He wondered if it could win and what the outcome of the race would be, and he saw how prepared for the race the other jockeys really were and their horses were more trained than he had seen.
Near the starting line he stood beside Fogler and Simpson at the front of the audience and watched Hanks preparing himself for action and he wondered again why he was so keen to have the horse and just how good he was at the game.
Fogler soon started handing them beers and he grabbed his and opened it and drank thirstily and realized that he had not had anything to eat and eyed up a place where he was sure there was food, and decided to get over there later if he could.
He wondered what he was missing about horse racing, and realized that they probably had to make it big to do anything worthwhile, as most sports.
When the starting gun blasted out he jumped and was amazed at the speed the horses raced away and that Willy left slow and uninterested in the race and he watched Hanks going crazy trying to get it to move it, and he spotted what looked like a glint of satisfaction on the horse’s face, and realized it was the first glint of happiness he had seen on it since it had made an expression in the pub. It was like it was being kept fully captive against its will and would do anything it could to escape.
Simpson looked the happiest for some reason and Cameron was sure he had bet on another horse or it losing! Fogler at one point looked furious and clenched his fist and had to calm himself!
Yet just when they had all packed in thinking anything but a bigger disappointment was possible Cameron saw something strange and that Willy was speeding up and his eyes had changed to being bloodthirsty, and not just his furious look, and his eyes were on the front horses and he looked as if he was going to attack them and he accelerated faster than any animal he had seen in person and he soon caught up with the horses and the front horses, and Cameron was sure he was going to attack.
It was incredible the audience went crazy all around them and Fogler spotted it and burst out laughing loudly and cheered the horse on loudly and Simpson’s face dropped.
It was incredible! When Willy reached the front horses they were at the finishing line and Hanks forced Willy to race passed the finishing line before them and it won the race!
Though Willy looked shabby, badly treated and starved, he figured it had colossal inner strength and powers and could win races, and he realized the name was a good one as he was named after William the Conqueror!
Though to his surprise Willy stayed furious, burst into life more, and rebelled against Hanks and his treatment and once he jumped off the saddle it ran furiously away and after one of the horses it had chased, but the jockeys stopped it going near it, and it jumped up and down and managed to loosen its saddle and throw it off it and it leapt crazily on one of the other jockeys and chased after him all over the track and into the audience!
People ran away from it screaming in fear when it attacked and bit them furiously like a wild carnivore beast, and the whole audience stampeded away in the opposite direction as it ran after them attacking, biting, bucking, and smashing glasses, handbags, seats, and anything in its path!
It finally charged into the car park and chased people everywhere about the cars, leaping on roofs and people, but it finally jumped through a car windscreen and got trapped, and security guards finally arrived and caught it!
Afterwards to celebrate their incredible win they went to a Las Vegas type of show, even though they nearly got charged for the destruction Willy did, and Cameron was sure it was because they were interested in the horse for more races!
The victory had them all far more drunk than normal and the horse incident was an incredible event, which was in many of the newspapers, and they were sure it was a winner.
It was incredible that before they thought the horse was an absolute monster but they now even encouraged it to be, as they wanted it to get the publicity they believed it needed. Especially Hanks who was like he was making a last desperate bid at his horse racing career, and he was sure that he had paid far more than he had said for the horse, and was carefully hiding the fact.
The show was fantastic and he watched on sniggering and thinking of a headline on one of the newspapers, which read: JOCKEY’S MONSTER ASS ON THE LINE, and showed a stupid photo of Hanks going over the finishing line.
They had been lucky, but how lucky? He was really interested in what would happen with the horse in future races!
During the interval Cameron drunkenly staggered about trying to find a toilet, wandering about for almost half an hour, and was angered that he had allowed them to get him so drunk and by the fact that there were no toilets anywhere! No matter where he looked there was nothing, and was eventually told off by a parking attendant for trying to do the toilet in a nearby car park.
He even though he was sure he was going to collapse somewhere he forced himself to keep walking about outside, and to get some air, and once back in the building he decided to look for one of the people working there for directions to a toilet.
Then after wandering around there for ages he spotted an old usherette and quickly asked for directions, and she told him, “Go up the stairs over there! Go through the double doors you come to! Turn left and carry on through the foyer! Turn left at the end, go up stairs, and then left again! Don’t worry about it you’ll find it!”
She left with a sadistic smile on her face that worried Cameron, and he thanked her and started marching up the stairs.
He arrived at the top dizzy and sick, and wobbled around in a circle and dizzily nearly collapsed in a heap, and had a hard time recalling what she had said!
The place was entirely new and he could not recall anywhere like it, but rushed on so he would not miss the rest of the show.
The place was empty there and he could not find anyone and he recalled the double doors and went there and turned left, and he knew the place could not be that big and that he would come across the toilets if he kept wandering, and he was sure he could recall the directions anyhow!
After he recalled the next set of stairs he was sure he could find the toilet somewhere! Yet the place was far larger than he had estimated, as he had not properly seen it at the outside.
Eventually he found stairs, which looked as they were for the staff, and he followed the instructions and turned left and he became worried about being lost and ruining the night wandering around there, and perhaps collapsing in a drunken mess and spending the night there, and he lost his temper, and saw a distant figure like the usherette away along a corridor and shouted at her calling her an old hag.
Eventually he found his way back to the stairs, which he confirmed were the same ones, and he followed her instructions and turned left but got lost again and arrived at a dark place, just below the roof of the building, and realized it was where the staff did the toilet and he managed to relieve himself in complete darkness as he listened to the audience roaring away in the distance below, and realized that they were cheering a famous performer and rushed back to the stairs, the show, and to his seat!
When he arrived back he was tired and breathless and could not believe that they never had a proper toilet available.
The others hardly noticed him and seemed far more excited and louder than when he had left, and he was disappointed at missing the action, and he started asking them what had happened.
“You missed the best bit!” Simpson announced, laughing cheerfully, watching the now empty stage, imaging what had happened was still there.
Cameron finally had to ask him what he had missed and sat wondering what could have happened and if he should come back the next night to watch it.
Simpson downed his drink, and to his horror told him, “While you were away some guy did the toilet all over the orchestra from somewhere up on the roof!”
The Treasure Hunt
Cameron could hardly believe the events of the past weeks as they were astounding and the fact that they were once again on the trail of the treasure and had returned to the well.
The last shreds of sunlight vanished beneath the wood, below the horizon, with a deep black night engulfing them, and Cameron studied his surroundings trying to see what he was doing in the darkness and fitted the harness on, getting ready to go down the well, and a car raced passed on Floors Road and its bright headlights illuminated the whole wood and them, showing him how easy it was to see them.
The well had been covered over with something else and the four of them had uncovered it! It was now like they were doing something they should not but all they were doing was climbing down an old well and looking for something and he despised the darkness there as he was sure a bad accident could occur. He had already had some accidents there already!
In the well the darkness would be the same with the torches!
Why did they insist that there was something there? Why did they insist he had been the main person that had thought there had been evidence? It was an incredible situation! He was trying to argue that there was nothing there and he had been the one they insisted had the evidence and had convinced them that there was something buried away there, and they still refused to say anything and back up what had happened.
The wood looked different somehow, even though the darkness altered it greatly, and he was sure someone had altered something else there for some reason, but he was determined and it made little difference.
He considered their search for the lion and tried to search for it in the dark landscape, realizing that lions did come out at night, and was amazed that his senses started increasing, which he was sure was his body gaining heightened awareness to the potential dangers, but he started hearing and seeing things more powerfully than he had ever done before, and could recall, even though he had lost a lot of memory, and he saw a rabbit at a great distance away as though his sight had been magnified like binoculars.
It was also as though he could see in infrared and he watched the rabbit move from hiding place to hiding place, and wondered why they were still even at the location and he was sure that once the army moved they would no longer want to search there for it and that they were on their final attempts at searching.
Fogler was determined in finding what was there and he was going down with him, instead of Simpson, and Cameron put on a harness and they lowered him into the well.
As he went down air currents made strange sounds and he wondered if it was the normal sound of them, and he was hearing it in its real form, and he was sure he heard an insect scurrying along a piece of rock, and he listened to Fogler breathing below, now at the bottom of the well, and he sounded annoyed at what he found there and he watched him moving about trying to check things, as though doing it before he arrived below.
He wondered what was happening to him, and how far his hearing could alter, and if it could alter him into something else, and he wondered if it was a sixth or something else involved as he had seen the rabbit in what appeared as a different form of light.
The sounds were amazing and the others above started to notice his peculiar reactions, and mentioned it.
He even wondered what would happen if they remained the way they were, and what the effects would do to him, and he listened to how mind-bending they were! Fogler’s breathing came screaming up through the shaft like a dangerous fury that stunned him, and no matter how he tried to shake it off and contemplate how it could happen it never altered or formed a stable normal recognition and he started not listening, and forcing his hearing to return to normal again.
Clouds of powdered dirt came up from below, swirling through the beams of light in gusts of air, and he felt heat from the air and smelt burning and realized that Fogler was now lighting a fire below for some reason and he tried to see why.
He was using pieces of branches and twigs that were covering the area below and Cameron considered if he was getting rid of them to clean away the mess or using the fire for some reason.
He soon realized that it was both and that he was using it to see properly around him in the darkness below, and he considered if his torch batteries were going flat and if they would only have one torch later on.
He was sure the well was actually built hundreds of years ago and wondered if there had been no water above at the time, and why it had been made. Perhaps they had not owned any land with water and had to use their own water source.
He wondered if it was the well’s builders that had put the treasure there, if it existed! There was little on what was there and why they were there. They insisted he was the one that had the information and they expected him to recall what was happening, but what the hell was it and he could not imagine recalling anything. If only he could meet someone or something that he had known that would remind him.
When he landed beside Fogler at the bottom of the well he suddenly he recalled the map and he watched Fogler absorbed with the fire and searching to fully notice him!
He recalled all the faint lines on the map, and scribbles, and was sure it was a map but everything was too dim and incomprehensive, but he was starting to think it could have been a form of treasure map! He was sure it was a map of the area and that an mark on it was where they were digging and he or the person that it had belonged to had traced the well to there, and had uncovered the well beneath the ground in the wood.
He had kept trying to read the writing on it, and had been so unsuccessful that he had not even realized one word on the thing, and he was starting to think it was in another language or an old language used by the person that had made it.
He had considered having it dated to get who had written it, but he was not sure how to go about doing it yet and was unsure if their dating was accurate, and could give him the wrong time and be off by many years.
Fogler’s plan was clearly to search where they had not looked or properly looked, and Simpson had given him his information.
Cameron soon became more interested in the fire and keeping it going, especially for its bright light and warmth it gave out, and he wondered again what had happened to all the water at the bottom of the well and realized that the underground water supply was either gone or buried below all the mud and boulders.
He suddenly wondered if the treasure was behind any of the bricks making the surrounding well wall going around him and he started to examine them in detail and even though most had been removed and fitted back in place he was surprised that one part of the wall was covered in a thick layer of dried muck and when he pulled chunks of it away he eventually found a black slab embedded in the dried muck, and that it looked like some form of shiny black stone, measuring a foot by half a foot, and it interested him greatly and he wondered why they had not properly searched the whole wall, and what amazed him most was its accurate flatness and shape, as all the other boulders were chiseled rocks.
It was perfectly manufactured and he could not realize how it had gotten there, as none of them had believed the makers of the well had manufactured it less than hundreds of years ago.
The find soon grasped Fogler’s attention and he eventually threw his tool down and rushed over.
Fogler grasped at it furiously, making him wonder what he was doing! He looked really angry at something and he was sure he now thought it was just a perfect brick, as it seemed too heavy to be hollow!
When he uncovered all the muck from it he saw his point and that it looked like it had been put there by someone else, and Fogler washed it with some water he had!
To their surprise it was a corroded metal box, and had not been part of the wall. Cameron was sure it had been on the ground and at one point water had flooded the well and it and the muck had become embedded on the wall.
He recalled the well wall when he had first been there and that the muck had also been on the other sides of the wall and that it had been cleaned away on the other walls by Simpson.
Fogler started banging the side of the box against a boulder on the ground and he found their was a hollow sound after all and they both realized it was really something, and Fogler shouted up to the others and gave them a description of what they had found and they started climbing down the rope to see it, and while they waited for their arrival they checked it and tried opening it, and Cameron found a keyhole and proved the metal box was locked.
Clouds of powdered dirt and stones came crashing down and also swirled about through the well in the torch beams as the two soldiers raced down on the rope, and Cameron held the ropes and allowed them to move down better and wondered if they had made a mistake in giving them the impression that it definitely was something, wondering what the outcome of it all would be, and he considered seeing a specialist on memory loss and its causes.
Cameron watched them come down and land on the ground and he was amazed that Fogler was already trying to smash open the metal box with different objects, and they all examined it and him at work, and when he stopped and allowed them to see it properly Simpson picked up a hammer and chisel and smashed the top off the box with one blow, and they stood with their mouths open as it opened to reveal muck and stones, and Simpson put a newspaper over the ground and emptied the box and they rummaged through it and found nothing but dried muck and pieces of smashed glass.
The NASA Investigation
Early the next morning they were taken to where the crash site was, to investigate what was there for the army, where they met officials and scientists from NASA and the US military, and they were to help answer their unanswered questions.
They were carrying out examinations on what they could find, and removing samples of everything, and had clearly been there some time, as their equipment was all over the site and their large tents surrounded the area.
What astounded Cameron was that they had clearly found things and a major find and their activity was immense, and they seemed disappointed that it was located there!
What the hell could it be? Was it a highly confidential airplane, weapon, or rocket, and why were they so interested in getting so much information about it. They clearly were not going to let anything go!
The faces on the other soldiers with Cameron were considerable and surprising and he knew something was happening!
Malone could not believe the amount of attention there and made many unsuccessful attempts trying to investigate things and question them.
It was incredible! It was like being beside something of immense size that was hidden behind something! He could almost feel the gravity off it! Like an immense mountain hidden away behind trees in a wood he could not get what was there and just got scraps of information. Yet he knew they would eventually let something go and that they only had to wait. Malone was getting desperate for answers and was clearly running through ideas to get them, and he could sense it.
The heat from what had crashed there had been immense and had more of an effect on them than he had realized! It seemed to go far further than any of them had imagined! Things were far different than damage from normal energy sources and they all looked closely in detail for why.
“What’s going on!” he finally asked an aged scientist, at the edge of the action, and he eyed Cameron up, and studied his face with some astonishment and amusement for some seconds.
“Well! For starters there was originally a massive energy surge detected here from a satellite? They are still investigating all the information!”
“What interest has NASA in it?”
He listened to Cameron’s voice with some surprise and he considered what they had realized.
“A piece of metal was recently discovered here too, and it was analyzed and is thought to be part of a rocket!”
“One of your military rockets crashed here?”
“Wrong! Not ours! They still haven’t detected where it came from! We were brought in to investigate the incident! I’m not fully sure what we’re investigating now!”
“Who else could have such a rocket?” Cameron asked, confused, considering it. “Could it have been a spy rocket?”
“A spy rocket!” he gasped back. “Well, it sure as hell isn’t ours! They did a search and investigation of other countries and nobody claimed it!”
“So it’s a new form of rocket?”
The scientists laughed at him, with a peculiar expression.
Cameron went over to where Malone was questioning a leading scientist, where he was sure he was getting some proper information.
Cameron was sure it had to be one of their rockets, and an experimental rocket or projectile. Yet if it was theirs why were they discovering things that they never knew existed? Yet it could have been a more secretive project that they had not known about, or it belonged to Russia!
“But we do not fully know what it was!” the scientist moaned to Malone, answering something he has asked earlier.
“So why such an interest in it?” Malone asked.
“Interest in it?” he gasped. “Haven’t you heard, that they shot it down … A powerful military laser shot down the undefined object! They screwed up on where its remains went, and they did not want the story to get out … It is still confidential! If it had turned out to have belonged to a major country there would have been problems!”
“So you shot down an undefined object in space, with some form of weapon system, and it came crashing down here!”
The scientist stared up through a hole in the above trees, where it had to have come through, and at the above sky.
“So who did it belong to?” Cameron moaned, trying to get some answers to what they were talking about. “You’ve come up with all the abnormalities of the find here and none of it matches another country’s rocket or spacecraft …!”
Malone looked at Cameron annoyed, but with pleasure when he saw that the scientist reacted as he wanted.
“It’s an unidentified flying object!” he replied firmly.
“Of what origins?” Cameron asked swiftly, before anyone else said anything, and the scientist looked closely at Cameron’s face with some surprise.
“Of alien origins!” he replied, and his face went blank, as he stood controlling his emotions.
Malone stood gasping, with his mouth wide open, finally realizing what he was missing!
“You’ve detected and shot down an alien encounter?”
“We don’t actually fully know its origins in the universe! It appeared, and our weapon systems detected it and destroyed it!”
“Appeared from where?”
“We don’t know! It seemed to emerge in space, accelerating out at an incredible velocity … For the moment it’ll be classed as an undefined space vehicle!”
Cameron and Malone realized something simultaneously and that if it was of alien origins that they might have declared war on another world, with a far more advanced species!
People kept buying Cameron drinks in the bar and he could barely even stand, and he was amazed the three soldiers had talked locals into it and he thought he would never make it back to the camp.
The newspapers one of the soldiers brought in were astonishing and he did not know what to think of the crash, and if he believed it were aliens that were behind it! He was sure that they were covering up what had happened! Why had they told him anyhow? They all seemed to doubt what had happened in different degrees!
He carefully read the accounts in two newspapers and was surprised that they claimed that they had the definite story and that a giant spy satellite had come crashing down into the wood, and might have been shot down by one of their advanced fighter planes by accident.
After some thought he thought they had shot down something thinking it belonged to someone such as Russia, but he no longer thought it was of alien origins and was some form of advanced technology that was part of some confidential project.
While Cameron finally got up to go to the bar one of his feet seemed to go astray and caught the side of a wall and he flew forward and through the air and landed on his arms, and he saw that he had embarrassingly did it in front of a group of woman at a table and he launched into doing a perfect somersault across the floor, to cover it up being stupid, even though he already looked stupid by his standards, and, to his surprise, they clapped at it and he wondered why he could do a somersault as he had no knowledge of ever doing so, which lead him back to wondering what all the missing information in his head was!
Cameron suddenly had an idea and wondered if there was anyone in the bar that knew him and he could question! He was desperate to investigate ways of getting his true identity!
He wandered around and found a pensioner slumped at the end of the bar with a whisky and realized that he had seen him there on many occasions and was clearly a local, and had been visiting there for some time, and he sat near to him, avoiding going to near him as he did not want to put him off.
After a few minutes he started to realize that he was drunk and after making attempts to talk to him and not even getting a reply he realized he was far drunker than he had realized and he was not even able to communicate.
It annoyed him more than anything and he realized that it could be the only opportunity he might ever have to question someone there, as they would surely move the army camp away in the near future, and he would be put faraway and too far to visit the place.
He had to do something! He had to find something that would get him what he wanted! He needed to!
It surprised him that at the same time as him looking for something the pensioner was collapsing in a heap over the bar and even started falling over and off his stool, and the barman rushed around and stopped him and propped him back in his seat, and Cameron decided to take action and help him further and he immediately started helping the barman shift him against the bar so he would not fall.
“I wouldn’t worry about him so much!” the barman announced, seeing Cameron’s worried face. “He’s always in here, and gets like this most of the time!”
Cameron nodded, looking more happier that he was a local that did hang about the bar and that he surely had seen him with the three soldiers drinking there, and he started thinking of ways to question him.
Who the hell was he? Why would none of these blasted soldiers give him anything on his identity! No matter what he did they refused to say anything and it was driving him crazy!
So when the pensioner started slipping off his stool again, and the barman left, he moved up to him and started telling that man how drunk he was and that he should take him home and he decided to take him out the door to a taxi, which he had seen parked outside!
Yet after trying to get the man up and to the door, with him collapsing all over the place and over the floor, he got annoyed and started wrestling with him and lifting him up and he started trying to stop him and he started pulling him across the floor by the legs, but he awoke more and started clutching part of the bar to stop him, and he grew more annoyed with the pensioner and his behavior and immediately broke his grip on the bar and pulled him away from it.
He gripped his legs and dragged him across the floor, while looking about making sure that nobody interrupted him, but the man kept getting a grip of places and objects and he furiously tugged him away, forgetting that he was to get him to give him information on his identity, with nothing else in his drunk mind except getting him to the taxi.
For quarter of an hour he dragged and pulled at him, from when started getting him to the door, and once he was finally outside he thought his mission would be completed but he continued grabbing things like drainpipes stopping him, and it had clearly rained and he ended pulling him through puddles and mud, and he pulled a drain at the side of the road up, and he finally got him to the taxi where he explained to the driver that he was a relative and had to get him home in his drunken state, while the man shouted and swore, and they got him in the back of the taxi and locked the door, and Cameron rushed into the front seat with the driver.
Cameron realized that he never knew the man and he never had his address and that he had wasted his time, and he wondered why he had not asked the barman as he surely was a local man.
To his surprise the taxi raced away without the driver asking for his address and he sat for along time waiting for the outcome.
To his surprise the taxi took him straight to his house and Cameron paid him more for his help and he drove away, leaving Cameron considering what to do.
The problem was still there and the man refused to budge or talk to him when he questioned him and he kept showing him his face features so he would recognize him, and the pensioner sat slumped on the ground staring up at him as though he thought he was crazy, and no matter what he said he never replied.
Deep down he was starting to realize the truth and he never knew him and that the plan was a disaster and he would not be able to do anything again.
He grew annoyed with him and dragged him along the pavement by the legs, broke his grip on a lamppost, and pulled him up his pathway kicking and screaming, with him pulling up chunks of concrete from the pathway as he yanked him in jerks along it and dumped him in a heap on his doorstep, and rolled the pensioner around in a ball until his face was visible to show to his daughter, who came over to the door.
“Thanks very much!” she answered, when he told her of the incredible deed he had done her.
Yet as he turned to walk away, she moaned back, “But what happened to his wheelchair?”
He immediately ignored her and rushed away, and rain came blasting down, and as they vanished behind him he watched the pensioner waving his fist at him, and he wondered over and over why he had not used the taxi to get back, instead of having to walk through pouring rain, soaked through, tired, and he realized that the taxi driver had actually known him!
During the night Cameron’s dreams went into overdrive and it was beyond belief that he could dream such things and began as a fight for survival with his body constantly altering to stop it being destroyed by a colossal infernal!
He seemed to escape by darting out of it into a dark forest.
The dark wood was unrecognizable even though he did not know why, as it looked normally, but he enjoyed it and his body seemed to reform to it, and he considered what could have occurred and what was happening, and what his mind was generating for him.
It was strange and it seemed to adapt to the surrounding environment it had set itself in and he realized he was now some form of creature lurking in the long shadows of an unknown wood, and he realized he had to be a werewolf and that he had been forming into it and he treated it like his body’s hideous reaction and revenge on him for his treatment of it and his hangover, and he watched shadows of his formation like a monster demon wolf creeping about and he contemplated the vast dangers to his survival for no reason, and the contemplation of how he could survive without the technology that he had, and he wondered if it was his body’s way of informing him of something!
He realized his body had gone crazy and he considered opening his eyes and waking but he was so tired he could not even be bothered doing that, and realized that he would have to have more rest and it was perhaps what his body wanted him to know.
He had sensations of being trapped out on a strange celestial fantasy wood with unknown forms and realized as a werewolf creature he had to fight to survive and he fought to escape from the vicinity.
While he shifted monster shadow shapes of him shifted strangely through the wood and he watched a small black cat shift near him, and he examined it, and wondered if he was going to eat the thing and his body decided to alter his appearance to be more like it and his colossal monster form altered to it.
His strange giant cat shadows shifted in the moonlight, probing into the dark, and he shifted on like a cat and studied everything in his surroundings, expecting the worst hideous encounters to be lurking there.
While he propelled himself on he adapted and formed more powerful legs, razor-sharp claws, and creature fangs, and occasionally thick tentacles formed and expanded from his neck and slithered around, and while shifting his head tendrils formed from his ears and shuddered frantically testing the air for signs of dangers and life forms.
His monstrous cat shapes silhouetted everywhere as he made incredible leaps through trees, further than any other creature, and he sensed distant humans within the wood and realized that the cat formation he had taken took its energy from the consumption of small animals and he decided to wake himself!
Cameron was tiredly resting on his bed, dreamily falling asleep again, wondering if he could have a similar dream as the night before and examine what happened and wondered if he could alter it to his original self and he might recall his memories of himself.
He curiously watched a new soldier march in the tent and ask two soldiers something and dreamily march up to him afterwards and stand upright in front him.
“Malone wants to see you now!” he said firmly, and saluted, and Cameron ignored it and rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling drowsy.
Cameron watched him march away and realized he had done something again, and grabbed a bottle of whisky from beside his bed and downed some to try to wake him, and shifted to the door!
Once in Malone’s tent he realized that he was only slightly annoyed this time, and he examined Cameron’s face and tried not to look surprised about something, and suddenly poured a drink, examined his face from the side of his eyes and gasped, and stopped himself asking him something and looked away.
“Sit down!” Malone ordered, clearly annoyed now.
Cameron realized he never had a clue what he wanted him for.
“Cameron!” Malone eventually whispered annoyed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Malone’s staring eyes penetrated deep into his brain trying to grasp his thoughts and looked away.
“Have I done something!” he inquired, not knowing what it was he meant.
“There has been a complaint about you again!” he announced loudly, studying him again, seeing if he would react. “This time it’s authentic!”
“What about?” he gasped, wondering who would complain about soldiers and to them, and he realized that the last complaint might have been made up by him.
“Some people don’t like you, Cameron!”
Cameron was humiliated and tried to get what he was going on about and realized he should ask the complainers to tell him and he would try to solve the problem, and grasp what they were going on about! People should stop complaining about nothing, and things they never liked the look of and save it for real things!
He wondered if he could believe their complaint as he was sure they were talking utter rubbish!
Malone himself must have more people complaining of him than anyone, especially from the soldiers, and from the things he was responsible for, and he wondered what the hell he was up to.
“The people of this country could do without you!”
He stared deep in his eyes again, and looked away disappointed.
“Did you go to the pub last night and get drunk?” he curiously asked, calming himself.
“Yeah!” he replied annoyed, and even more annoyed at his persistence in not saying anything. “There were hundreds of people drunk, lying in bushes, and vomiting all over the pavement, and throwing beer cans! The place was totally covered with people drinking and partying, and there were wild orgies in rooms!”
“Is that all! What else was there? Was there physical action?”
“Physical action! Yeah! There was this woman playing with her crotch doing a striptease!”
“That sounds fun! What else?”
“She gently rubbed her hands rhythmically across her thighs, sensually rubbing oil into her skin, and loosened his pants and pulled them to her knees and started massaging herself!”
“Rubbing oil!” Malone moaned. “What next?”
“She continued on going …”
“But what the hell has it to do with what I’m talking about …!” Malone shouted, furiously.
“Cameron! This country needs you! And not for you to hang about perverted bars!”
“What did you want to know if I was there for then?”
“I was checking if you were there! There was a complaint about you having a fight with a disabled pensioner and dragging him out the bar and rolling him about in puddles …!”
“That’s not what happened!”
“You admit to throwing him about?”
“Apparently Cameron … You’re a menace to civilization! I ought to do something about you!”
“What help me clean my head up!”
Malone bent over holding his head, but only for seconds, and straightened up firmly, and Cameron realized he had put his foot in it again.
“So you’ve lost your memory! Well, this time I’ll have you checked out!”
“It’s your blasted memory!” he screamed.
“Well then it is about time you told me!”
“I will! I’m coming to that!” he replied, calming himself.
Cameron gasped, wondering if he would get it for the crime! What was he on about though? He had not actually committed a crime! Other than take the old drunk home! Was it about something he had done before he had been found in the pool of mud in the field? Was he actually wanted!
He could not be! He could tell by all the people who knew him that he had not!
Malone took his official pose and sat studying him, as though a judge ready to sentence him for a crime against humanity and that he would regret it for the rest of his life, and he wondered what he was up to when he never and just sat staring at his face with deep emotions about something, and Cameron wondered what the outcome of it could possible be.
“You remember what you did after the bar?” he asked, curiously examining him.
“Yes! I had to walk back here in the end …”
“Have you been back to that small roadside wood I asked you not to go near?”
Cameron just replied that he never, and wondered what he was being accused of there!
“It was me who saw you climbing down a well in the middle the wood on Floors Road! You had no right to be there!”
Cameron realized that it was not someone else who complained and that he might have been following him around, and he wondered if had been watching him at the bar!
“I’m warning you not to do it again and I’m sending you to a doctor to exam your head! If there’s something wrong with your memory or brain we should have it revealed!”
Cameron realized that he should visit the doctor and have him explain what had happened!
Cameron had to rush to the doctor’s as he forget the appointment, after Simpson got them drunk in a drinking session lasting hours!
He sat there considering what would happen if the doctor never accepted him, and realized after thirty minutes of sitting in the silent empty waiting room that he would just get another blasted appointment and marched up to the doctor’s door and knocked, and eventually sat back down and waited!
After another thirty minutes he grew tired and started to feel all the drink he had consumed.
He grew impatient and then deep anger at the doctor and his treatment and suddenly leapt on his feet and ran and jumped hard against the doctor’s door, and started shouting at the doctor calling him a bald headed dick, and if he never served him he would report him to the highest officer he could get hold of!
After fifteen minutes more he ran over and yanked the door open, ready to give him a piece of his mind on his treatment of dedicated hardworking soldiers!
Yet he searched the office, not believing his eyes, realizing the doctor was out for lunch, and was annoyed at him not leaving any sign of it to warn him!
He decided to wait for his return there, sure that it could not be long after the tremendous wait, and he rushed into the room and banged the door shut and jumped into the doctor’s seat! Put his legs up on his desk, and started swinging the doctor’s stethoscope over his head making loud helicopter sounds.
He put on the doctor’s white jacket and stood admiring it in a mirror and did a cartwheel across the floor, and was in the middle of doing a handstand on the doctor’s desk, while he did impersonations of a doctor, when a woman yanked open the door!
He immediately jumped down and sat in his seat, and he pretended to be the doctor and right away told her to undress and put her clothes in the corner to see if she would do it, and was surprised that she did, and he followed through with it and demanded she hurried up!
She grudgingly removed clothing and when she was standing naked he shifted over and started to stroke her thigh, and asked her, “Do you know what this is for?”
“Yes!” she moaned. “You’re checking me for any abrasions and dermatological abnormalities?”
Surprised at her reaction he began to fondle her breasts, and cried, “Do you know what I’m doing now?”
“Yes!” she moaned firmly. “Your checking for lumps!”
He firmly embraced her and they rolled over together across the examination table, and lowered themselves onto the floor in lustful mad passion!
He started removing his trousers, and panted, “Do you know what we’re doing now?”
“Yes!” she moaned loudly, realizing what she was doing. “You’re making it with the doctor’s wife!”
She swiftly shifted away and fixed up her clothing and left, and as she left the door gave him a sexy smile.
Eventually the doctor turned up and ordered him to get out his seat, and Cameron realized that he had to know what he had done with his wife, and sat in a seat opposite him considering ways to cover it up!
His stared eyes studied Cameron with amazement, and penetrated deep into his mind trying to grasp his thoughts, and Cameron wondered why.
The doctor, after he had finished cleaning the mess he had made of his desk, asked him firmly, “Tell me what you do in an average day?”
“Well!” he replied, realizing he needed to cover up what he did with his wife. “It starts in the middle of the night! My wife always wakes me at three in the morning for a massive wild sex session, including oral sex and masturbation all over the bedroom floor, and again at five where we spend hours making love before I go to work!”
“Is that what’s causing the problem?” the doctor asked, curiously.
“No! Doc! That’s not it! When I get on the train to work there’s always this beautiful girl I meet every morning and we sneak into an empty compartment and have wild sex sessions rolling all over the floor!”
“Now I see …”
“No! Not that! When I get to work my secretary really fancies me and I have to make it with her in the storeroom during morning break and all the other office girls arrive and we have a massive orgy lasting up to hours!”
“Oh!” the doctor replied, slightly confused.
“Doc! There’s more! For lunch I go to the local sandwich bar where this really sexy woman works! And we always pop into the back room for a quickie, which usually ends up with us spending hours rolling around the floor in a mad frenzy of lust!”
“Then in the afternoon I have to make it with my attractive lady boss in her office for hours because if I don’t she says she’ll fire me! Then when I get home the minute I walk in the door my wife grabs sexual organs and we have wild sex sessions rolling all over the living room floor until we go to bed!”
The doctor scratched his head, and asked firmly, “So what’s your problem?”
“I have a sore willy!”
The doctor started shouting at him for wasting his time, and clearly recalled he was an army doctor and dealing with a soldier!
The doctor calmed himself, and started over again, and told him firmly, “Now tell me what you do in an average day!”
“Every time I make it with my wife, while drunk, I collapse in a heap on the floor …”
Suddenly the doctor looked up and explained to him how he could help him and Cameron realized he thought he meant he was infertile and could not get his wife pregnant, and the doctor handed him a sperm sample jar and asked him to use the jar!
Astonished at it, he moaned back, “What! You expect me to stick my sexual organs in that dirty old jar?”
“What!” the doctor moaned, annoyed. “You ejaculate in it!”
“What from here?” he answered “From this side of the table?”
“No!” the doctor shouted. “From your bloody house!”
Tired and wanting to rest Cameron just took the jar and left through the waiting room.
Early the next morning he arrived back drunk from a bar and handed over the jar empty, and the doctor moaned, “I asked you to use that jar?”
“Well doc!” he announced, drunkenly. “I tried it with my left hand but that didn’t work! So I tried it with my right hand but that didn’t work either! So I asked my wife to help! She is younger than me and better with her hands and she tried it with both her hands at the one time! But still nothing! Then she tried it with her mouth, but nothing! So as a last resort we got all the local housewives to come around and give it a whirl! But still no joy! Even with ten of us going at it!”
“Nothing?” the doctor replied, surprised.
“Listen doc! We tried and tried and no matter what we did none of us could get the bloody lid off the jar!”
The doctor shouted furiously at him for wasting his time and calmed himself, and told him firmly, “Yesterday I asked what you did in an average day to discover why you were here! So I could determine why you were losing your memory! Now tell me what you do from day to night, and give me what you might think causes your memory loss!”
The Second Horserace
The sun was blazing down and the scent of newly cut grass was in the air and Cameron admired the racecourse and its construction, across his front, and he watched Willy being brought out by Hanks, going to the starting line, and studied Willy’s facial expression and saw no real danger!
Yet the horse had clearly won the last race with its determination and he knew that they needed to have it there, and he knew that Hanks would use it to win, but how would he control the horse, and he shrugged.
He spotted Hanks looking worried for a moment and Cameron wondered what he was originally like before his memory loss, and realized his future predicament, and what he would have to face.
The doctor had in the end realized his real problem and had given him as much information as possible on the problem.
Yet even with it he could not solve the problem and still had no real solution!
Everything looked perfect at the racecourse and as perfect as they were going to get and Cameron wondered what could possibly go wrong! Even if the horse did not win it was only its second race and he was sure its performance would become far better in the future. But how long could it last? How long would it take to show what it could really run like? The horses at the last race had been rubbish as far as he had seen! The horses this time looked far better and he was sure that it would soon become apparent what Willy was like as a racehorse! The last time the other horses had left it behind at starting line, and he was sure that it was the problem!
Hanks had transformed into something else and now looked like a professional jockey, and not the soldier that he knew, and he even wondered what he was up to! Why had he not just found a professional place to work for? Was he really a good jockey?
He studied the weight of the jockeys and their horses trying to see if he noticed anything, and they were the same, and Hanks was not overweight from all the beer he had consumed, and he wondered what the conclusion would be.
Hanks looked determined and determined to do his job!
He had questioned him more intensely on his knowledge of racing as much as he could, checking if it was a good investment, and for the fun of finding the truth.
Willy seemed to have deep determination and perhaps a plan and he was sure it could be more determined to win, and at the start line it gave vicious looks at the other horses and as though they were different and inferior, and he was surprised to see the others react like it was something, but he could not quite grasp what, and he realized the other horses thought it was a predator!
He stood astonished and wondered how a horse could possibly treat and think of other horses as it did! It ate grass and had the basic horse body, and he wondered if it had been Hanks all along that had done something to it, which had altered it to something else, and that he had trained it to attack them!
The argument over its name occasionally still emerged, as at different angles they could not imagine a horse with such a name could become a leading racehorse! Some places seemed to choose horses by their names! But Hanks had insisted that it was a great horse name and he had given examples!
Willy looked a monster, especially at night, and people avoided going near where it was kept, and while sober he still looked twice at it when he had not seen it for a long time, and he was surprised that experienced people at the racecourse gave strange reactions and many stood staring at it and some recalled its appearance in the newspapers, and some he was sure recalled it at the last racecourse, and there were still the occasional people that thought they were up to something.
As he moved over to the starting line he wondered over and over if it could be a winner and what the outcome of the race would be, and wondered if racehorses did make it anymore and if it was a fantasy and thing of the past.
He spotted how prepared and determined for the race the other jockeys had become and that their horses looked more trained now, and he realized that Hanks might not have trained it enough and tried to recall how much he had been away visiting it.
At the starting line he went beside Fogler and Simpson, at the front of the audience, and they watched Hanks preparing himself for action and he wondered again why he was so keen.
When the starting gun blasted he was surprised at the speed the other horses raced away at, but Willy seemed to be left behind for some reason and he studied Hanks checking if it had been him all along that had gone at the back of the race and had made Willy accelerate at the right time, but he never saw anything that indicated that it was, and he was sure that he had not, and he was sure the horse was deliberately at the back of the horses for some reason that he could not determine other than to surprise the other horses near the finishing line.
Hanks went crazy trying to get the beast to move on before it was too late, and Cameron saw what looked like a glint of satisfaction on the horse’s face, but he also saw something in its posture and eyes that grasped his attention and that it was eyeing up the other horses like it was chasing them like a predator.
Fogler at one point looked furious and clenched his fist and started shouting at Hanks to move it and had to calm himself!
Cameron saw something in Willy’s expression again and watched it speed up and leap forward and grab another horse’s leg in its mouth, sending the horse crashing to the ground, and Hanks fell off its back onto the ground, and it leapt on the other horse’s back and started wildly biting the back of its neck like a beast.
Cameron stood gasping with the others around him, silenced and gaping at what happened, and he wondered if they would have to pay for the damage!
It was incredible the horse was trying to kill the other horse and it clearly did not have enough power in its jaws to do any damage to it and the other horse eventually rolled over and got up from the ground and rushed away, while Willy fell over the ground, and his eyes changed from being bloodthirsty to deep disappointment, and they watched the front horses race passed the finishing line, and Willy attacked Hanks and accelerated away into the audience and burst into life, releasing its colossal inner strength, and ran furiously into people and crazily knocked them down!
The audience stampeded away from it, all around it, as it ran after them attacking, and it charged out the racecourse like an angry bull and rushed into a busy high street and jumped through a supermarket window, and ran through it biting, bucking, and smashing everything in its path, jumping on handbags, seats, and anything, and chased people everywhere, as they leapt out of its way, and it leapt on shelves of food sending everything smashing over the floor, and it chased a security guard into a side room and he rushed out and shut the door behind him, and trapped it there!
The Morning After
The next day Cameron realized it had been a bigger disaster than he had imagined and just about every newspaper around had the story somewhere, and he gasped when he watched it on television and wondered if they were going to get it!
The main headline on a major newspaper had been: MONSTER WILLY ON THE RAMPAGE, with photos of the horse going crazy, and the others were basically the same, and he examined it and with some satisfaction that it had come up as funny rather than a danger to civilization.
He pondered over why they had thought it was some form of ass, and asked the other soldiers at the army camp it that morning and they had just laughed over the event!
The most depressed was Hanks and they mostly felt sorry for him and Cameron wondered if they’d have the horse destroyed!
Simpson, Fogler, Hanks, and Cameron decided early in the morning to remain out of the way until the incident blew over! The damage could have been great, and far higher if they decided to take action over horse attacking people!
He was sure they were still interested in the horse racing but he could not imagine the horse winning anything now! It was crazy and he was sure that they had only allowed it back as it was a special event and occasion! The place got a great advert for future events, but he did not want anything to do with future events as the horse would do something lethal somewhere!
He heard, what he was sure was a rumor, that Malone was so upset by the bad publicity that he was going to order them to have the horse destroyed! Even though he was sure that they could sell it for at least the same price they bought it for, after having been in all the media!
Cameron dreamily rested against his bed when a soldier marched in the tent and told Simpson, Fogler, Hanks, and Cameron that Malone wanted to see them immediately at his tent and they all stood, and Simpson started discussing the incident and the racehorse and what to do if different situations were brought up, and they made an agreement.
Cameron watched the soldier march away and realized he had done something again already and he grabbed a bottle of whisky from the side of his bed and downed three large gulps to wake him, and shifted after the others out the tent, wondering what would happen next!
Once in Malone’s tent they all stood frigid and Cameron realized that Malone was only slightly annoyed this time, and he examined his face and saw he was trying not to look surprised about something, and he suddenly poured a drink to his surprise, and Malone examined his face from the side of his eyes and gasped, and Cameron realized that he was also controlling his temper and that he would do whatever he intended.
“Sit down!” Malone ordered, clearly more annoyed now, and they all took seats and sat about his table.
“Cameron!” he eventually whispered, annoyed. “Are you behind this?”
He stared deeply at Cameron disappointedly, almost jokingly.
“Are you drunk, Cameron?” he moaned, examining his eyes.
All the three other soldiers argued and showed their disapproval of his methods, but he continued and asked, “Well, are you?”
“I had one drink!” he moaned back.
“Well you sinned! Your not supposed to!”
“I have thinned!” he replied.
“You’ve thinned?” he hollered.
“Yes!” he argued, loudly. “I won top prize for drinking the most alcohol than anyone else in the camp at a wild party!”
“I’ll handle your corruption! After this meeting you’ll go straight to the kitchen and squeeze the juice out of five strong citric lemons into a glass and pour in a full bottle of castor oil and add strong chili powder and drink it!”
“Will that wash away me thins?” he muttered, wondering what the hell it meant away, and realized he might have some old religious believes.
“No!” he shrieked. “It’ll stop you being a bloody drunken brainless twit, and someday maybe help you run things the right way!”
His reply stunned him, and he stopped replying, wondering what he meant by it!
“Have I done something …” he whispered, mainly to himself, not knowing what it was he meant.
“There has been a complaint about you all!” Malone announced loudly, studying them again seeing if they would react. “This time it’s authentic!”
Simpson burst out laughing, at Malone and his ways of doing things, and Cameron realized Malone might be more of a drinker than he realized, which could explain his strange reactions.
“What about?” Simpson joked. “We haven’t met anyone to complain about us!
“Some people don’t like you lot! They complain everywhere about things you do!”
Simpson sarcastically gave an expression of being humiliated by it and tried to get what he was going on about, and asked, “You should send them to us for us to resolve their complaints!”
“People should stop complaining about nothing!” Fogler quickly replied, backing him up. “They should save it for all the real things!”
“The people of this country could do without you all!” he muttered, staring at Cameron. “It’s over a reported racing horse!”
“What horse is that?” Fogler continued.
He stared deeply at his eyes again, and looked away.
“Well, don’t let it happen again!” he replied, tired of beating about the bush. “You were lucky this time!”
“Yeah!” Simpson replied, realizing they had got away with it.
They had a future problem, as they were all wanting to continue racing, as Cameron could not see how they were going to solve the problem of it going crazy.
He wondered why the hell they never just got something to put on the horse to stop it at the finishing line and if it attempted to go crazy and charge into the audience.
“Cameron there was another complaint from the disabled pensioner you dragged out the bar and rolled about …” Malone stated. “I think you should apologize to him!”
“Apologize!” he replied, gasping at having to meet him again, and decided just to avoid it.
The next they decided to start properly training the horse as it had to be fitter, and though it went along with the idea it soon started doing the opposite and even started not running and they tried forcing it and had to stop before they damaged it!
While driving back it went crazy and started smashing the back of the truck and Hanks accidentally crashed into a tree!
The next morning Malone had them brought to his tent again, and Cameron realized immediately the horse idea was a bigger disaster than he had imagined and Malone had the newspapers all over his desk with the story of its rampage at the racecourse and it had clearly drastically altered Malone’s view of the incident and the racehorse, and he was shouting loudly at them, and at the roof of the tent, where he now seemed to have an imaginary person, and he informed them that people higher up had recognized them and their horse and had complained!
He finished by gasping at a newspaper article about their crash, which he had found before they entered, and it had the headline: MONSTER WILLY ON THE LOOSE AND CAUSES CRASH!
Going by what they wrote they believed it was a normal horse and that they had done something to it, and that they were the ones guilty of the occurrences!
Simpson, Fogler, Hanks, and Cameron stood silent and just took what was coming! The damage they could get for it was high, especially if they decided to take action over the horse attacking so many people!
None of them could imagine the horse winning now! It was crazy and Cameron was sure that they or the horse would be banned from ever racing again, and he felt sorry for Hanks as it could be the end of his career as a jockey!
He was sure Malone was so upset by the bad publicity he was going to order them to have the horse destroyed! Even though he was sure that they could sell it for far more than the price they had bought it for, especially with having been in all the media!
They all stood frigid and he realized that Malone had run out of things to say and had planned on getting them replying, and Cameron examined his face and saw he was trying not to look surprised about the affair in the newspapers, and he suddenly poured a drink, and calmed himself.
“Sit down!” Malone eventually ordered, clearly less annoyed now, and they all took seats and sat about his table.
“Cameron!” he eventually whispered, annoyed. “Are you behind this?”
His stare went deep into his mind and Malone realized by the reactions of the other three soldiers about him that it hadn’t been Cameron, and he joked, “Are you drunk again, Cameron?”
“I’d a drink before I came in here!” he moaned back, annoyed at being accused of the whole problem when it had not been his horse or idea and that he had been talked into it all!
“Perhaps you can explain how a horse crashed the vehicle?”
“Well!” he moaned, angrily. “You know how it is! We were racing back here at a hundred mile an hour in the horse vehicle, which has a Ferrari engine, and a woman with no clothes on jumped out in front of it and it smashed into a guardrail at the side of the road, at just the right angle causing it to fly away up in the air, but miraculously landed on all four wheels!”
“Ferrari engine in that old banger truck!” Malone gasped, examining his eyes.
“But it continued on going, with its acceleration, racing forward and hit the guardrail again, bounced off and furiously flew around like an airplane propeller blade, bouncing against a wall, consistently smashing parts from the front and back off sending them flying through the air, over to the other side of the road, with them hitting objects all across the road and into other vehicles and house windows, landing on top of people in bed and watching television, with glass shattering and exploding in everywhere!”
“They must have been flattened!” Malone silently moaned.
“It landed on its wheels again, and never stopped and went on at full blast, continuously exploding forward and hitting objects in its path, which bounced away across the road, and it finally flipped through the air and did another cartwheel all over the road, hitting a guardrail, until it finally smashed away the body and rolled down a steep slope below, doing cartwheels and bouncing up into the air, bouncing off the sides of trees, and it finally landed on its wheels on a road below, and a cop in a police car raced out from the side of the road and stopped at its side!”
“So you had to have been charged?”
“He told us how dangerous our driving had been and I explained that it had occurred for a good reason and that there was an emergency!”
“What was so urgent?” Malone asked curiously.
“I told him that we were late for work!”
“Late for work! The cheek!”
“He asked what line of work we were in and what was so important!”
“What did you tell him?”
“That the truck had a six-foot ass!”
“The horse, of course!”
“He asked what people did with six-foot asses and I shouted that they gave them radar guns and parked them at the side of roads, and I shoved the accelerator hard down and shot away into the horizon!”
“I’ll handle your corruption, Cameron!” Malone hollered. “After this meeting you’ll go straight to the kitchen again and squeeze the juice out of ten strong citric lemons into a glass and pour in a full bottle of castor oil and add strong chili powder and drink it straight down your throat!”
He sat forward and firmly ignored them, and shuffled papers!
“There has been another complaint of all of you!” Malone announced loudly, studying them again, seeing if they would react. “This time it is authentic!”
Simpson burst out laughing, and asked “What about?”
“Some people don’t like you lot! They complain everywhere about things you do!”
His eyes suddenly fell on the papers that he had forgotten about, across his front, and he gasped and sat back in his seat.
Simpson showed an expression of being humiliated and tried to get what he was going on about, and asked, “You should send them to us for us to resolve things!”
“People should stop complaining of nothing!” Fogler continued. “They should save it for all the real things there are!”
Malone stared at them in disbelief and agreed.
“Don’t let it happen again!” he replied, tired of beating about the bush. “You were lucky! You’ve only been banned from racing horses! Your horse has been banned by them from racing again! I guess the creature will be happy now, and will be able to retire!”
The Horse’s Release
The night was elevated and Cameron felt ecstatic, as the blasted horse affair was over, and the others never wanted the racehorse as they now could not imagine it doing anything they wanted!
They had been sitting in the bar for all most four hours and it was sadly reaching closing time and the bar was only starting to empty, and Hanks had just turned up looking gloomy and weary and they had soon found out it was over getting rid of the horse!
Cameron sat with the other three soldiers drinking and celebrating getting rid of it, when someone finally asked how he had got rid of it anyhow, and he replied, “Well, nobody would buy it, and thought of using it, so I just released it into some remote woods, buried away … The thing can survive and be free at last …”
“Free at last!” Simpson moaned. “If I can remember rightly you were to sell the blasted thing! We were all expecting to get our cash back for it!”
“Right!” he replied, downing another drink. “But I could not sell it and now it’s free …”
“We’d have made more out of it selling it to a glue factory!”
Cameron gasped and felt and saw beer pouring down over his head and swiftly turned and watched the disabled pensioner, that he had dragged into a taxi, who had complained to Malone of him dragging him out the bar, on crutches pouring the last of his pint over him, and shouted drunkenly at him and rushed over to a group of his friends and they left out the pub door.
The three soldiers burst out laughing hysterically at it, showing him their happiness at the horse affair being over as well!
Cameron laughed as well and realized how funny it had been and recalled how funny the woman at the door of the pensioner’s house had been when he had brought him home!
When he stopped laughing, he asked Hanks, “What did the horse look like when you released it?”
“It looked great! I was a sad sight seeing it go! I was ashamed and sad at the plan not being a success … But it realized it was free and it seemed to thank me as it rushed away into the trees …”
Cameron was mildly confused at it as he had not even heard of any horses running freely anywhere! Perhaps they were hidden away, and rare, or something. Yet he could believe the thing may remain free for long time and wondered where it would end up, and if someone decided to use it again.
“Are you still seeing that psychiatrist?”
“What psychiatrist?” Cameron gasped, realizing that he thought the army doctor was a psychiatrist.
“He’s an army psychiatrist too!”
Cameron gasped and realized they all thought that he had been visiting a psychiatrist, and after a few minutes he started realizing he was a psychiatrist and he realized all the things he had been coming out with, and wondered what the outcome of it would be!
“How what’ve you heard?” he finally asked, calmly.
“I just heard rumours that’s all!” he silently replied, examining Cameron occasionally cleaning beer out of the side of his eyes.
“What rumours?” he asked, calmly.
“Well! You have been having crazy dreams! You also gave him accounts of you doing crazy things!”
“That’s absurd!” he replied. “I’ve given normally stuff to keep the idiot amused …”
He was surprised that Hanks burst out laughing and the other two soldiers joined in, and kept laughing adding funny accounts of him doing things, and what they thought of his dream of being a werewolf and then he sat annoyed and surprised that they had actually heard things about it, and he sat trying to grasp what the doctor had heard and told. It was deplorable that a doctor or psychiatrist could give away such information to the public!
“He claimed you told him you’ve had character changes and that you’ve been turning into two different people, as well as you having lost your memory!”
Cameron calmed himself and decided to confess what had occurred! They had found him in the pool of mud with his memory gone anyway, and he still could not recall what he was like before and what had happened.
“I’ve lost memories of myself and I get memories of two different people! So what!”
“But do you actually turn into someone else?” he replied, seriously, concerned.
“No! But I get strange thoughts of myself and someone else! Dreams are crazy! Like I’m a werewolf in one crashing through a wood, after being injured by something!”
“I heard you the other night dreaming of something! What was that all about?”
“Alright I’ll tell you!”
“Go! The whole lot!”
Cameron then decided to make it up and give something else!
“I was shipwrecked on an desert island and ended up with my clothes in rags, and I was lying on this incredible golden beach, with waves rhythmically skimming to me, dreamily.
“In wet rocks I glimpsed chunks of wood from the ship floating like they had followed me ashore and I observed reflections of birds skimming over the surface of the sea.
“I had been lucky and luckier than I had ever been and was one of the survivors!
“I felt the warm air caressing my lifeless body and I viewed the whole tropical beach and palm trees going along the sea, and saw smoke in the distance smouldering up from a volcano.
“I had recollections of swimming ashore and hearing people screaming in the ship and of loud surges and splashes as the ship sank under the sea.
“The sun was blazing and the air about me was turning roasting hot. Patches of sand glowed in bright sunshine while the turquoise sea sparkled.”
“You actually dreamed that? My dreams are just crazy muddled up messes of thing!”
“What happened next?” Simpson moaned.
“What happened? Well, I met with other survivors and we tried surviving there but there was not enough food!”
“Why don’t you just get on with what happened!” Simpson moaned.
“After being shipwrecked on the desert island I eventually spotted a ship on the horizon and when it got close I frantically waved my arms and jumped up and down and screamed furiously until I spied a rowboat being let down into the water from the ship and burst out crying on the beach and collapsed in the sand …”
“You burst out crying in your dream!” Simpson groaned. “How the hell do you burst out crying in a dream?”
Cameron ignored his insane ranting, and continued, “About ten minutes later the rowboat reached the shore carrying a man in a captain’s uniform!”
Cameron watched Simpson with amusement!
“I shrieked and ran about waving and screaming all over the golden beach.”
Cameron watched their strange looks and realized that Simpson was annoyed, and he realized he was really annoyed with Hanks and his mess of the horse scheme.
“The captain did not recognize my identity as I had turned like Robinson Crusoe with a giant beard and had bits of animal skins tied around me for clothing!
“I’d gone crazy, and even crazy than ever! I’d turned into a giant wild beast of the island, running around the island jumping and screaming through bushes, jungles, racing and screaming after animals through the vegetation, eating raw meat I ripped out of pigs, goats, seagulls, fish, and virtually every edible animal and sea creature, and anything that moved in my sight, while I slept wildly in bushes and up in high trees, and sometimes up in a mountain volcano cave, and I was a large hairy ape creature!
“When the captain asked how long I’d been there I just screamed …”
He watched Hanks bemused face, and he sat back.
“I moved to the edge of the jungle and stood as a lone survivor, and sat down and chewed a large bone, surrounded by heaps of bones all about my sides!
“The captain gasped, studying my surroundings, and told the others that I’d turned into a wild beast!
“One of the sailors managed to recognize me from a newspaper about the shipwreck, and they moved closer and fixed their eyes on the piles of bones and human bones about me! It was clear I had eaten the few remaining survivors, and two while they were still alive and trying to escape!”
“Then what?” Hanks giggled, amused.
“Seeing their stunned expressions I, a wild creature in the dream, hung my head in shame and the captain stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief, and told me that he’d not judge me for doing what was necessary to survive but the ship had only sunk months before their arrival!”
Cameron’s Identical Twin
Cameron was staring with hazed eyes as he got into a taxi to leave the bar, on his own as he could not be bothered staying any longer and felt tired and in the need of a good rest, especially with the drink they had him consuming.
It had been incredible that when he had checked the internet, with his phone, he had found the next day’s newspaper headlines with a little astonishment as going by Hanks he had secretly let the horse loose to roam the woods freely forever, until it died, but one newspaper had a story on it and the army and how he had released it and it told of a nun finding the horse in her garden and being attacked by it, and it carried the headline: NUN ATTACKED BY MALONE’S MONSTER WILLY!
He read the full article and was even surprised that they had traced where Hanks had bought the horse, and where the Ebay seller had bought it, and had discovered why the horse was different and that the horse had genetic alterations and that it had been crossed with a killer lion!
For decades scientists at a major company had been working on increasing the potential of farm animals, and had genetically advanced and improved their production!
Some mutilations, instead of being destroyed, were kept as they had some potential that they thought they should continue to work on, and some were animals used for physical exertion that had been crossed with powerful dangerous animals such as killer lions, as their potential was far greater! Yet what they never knew was a black market had formed, especially with animals that looked entirely like normal animals, but with hidden attributes of animals such as killer lions, and that they were being sold to the public!
Cameron recalled the first time he had seen the horse and when the doors of the bar seemed to explode apart and it shifted into his sight in an altered motion!
Then he wondered what the others in the bar would think of it!
After a few minutes a loud giggle burst out of the taxi driver’s mouth, watching him in his mirror, and he examined him closely and realized he was the taxi driver that he had used to drop the disabled pensioner off at his house and he recalled that he could have information on his identity, and he sat thinking of what to do.
Cameron lightly closed his lips and turned to see an angry expression on his face and wondered what he was annoyed about.
He realized how deep his own emotions were at thinking of getting his true identity from him, and he realized he had to do something, and thought of something else to change the subject and thought of the blasted horse and his first thoughts of the thing and that it had looked like it had been crossed with some form of monster and he was staggered that they could cross something with such an animal, and he wondered what the hell they could create if they crossed humans with killer lions!
It was supposed to be a racehorse! But why not? He wondered how fast lions actually were and realized that they should have crossed it with one of the fastest animals, and he wondered what would happen if someone found the right animal and crossed it, and got the right combination!
“What did you do with the racehorse?” the taxi driver asked, slightly turning around, glaring at him as though he was not fully there and just a figment of his imagination.
He ignored him and realized that he had to get what he knew about him, and asked, “Did you say that you knew me?”
“Yes! I drove you about! You lost your memory didn’t you? You seem to have had a bad time of it! That pensioner you tried questioning realized that too …”
“What did you know about me?” he asked in desperation. “I’ll even pay you for anything you have!”
“Alright! I’ll give you what I know, and you can give me a tip for what you think its worth!”
“Look, if you give me what I want I’ll give you everything in my wallet!”
“Well! Let me see! I first saw you when the army camp was put up over there!”
Suddenly he looked into the mirror at him, looking deep into his eyes, and called back, “Do you want what I heard?”
“What?” he muttered.
“You were Prime Minister David Cameron’s twin brother!”
Cameron gasped, and as he thought it over he realized that if it was true that they were reacting to him crazily for a reason, and he gasped at the problem and trouble that it would cause!
“What was the story on the killer lion?” he quickly asked, trying to change the subject.
“What killer lion? I never heard anything of any lions!”
“No circus or zoos have been here!”
“The circus has not been here in years! There were no animals like that either!”
“Why was the army camp put there then?”
“I don’t have a clue! Wait a minute! All of you were searching all over the place! I heard they were looking for something! Right! Now I remember! It was to do with that airplane or satellite, whatever, that crashed! They were looking for where it crashed!”
Cameron gasped and realized that they had not been there to look for a killer lion after all and he wondered why they had been put there to find the crash sight and he realized that it had been of alien origins, and that they had to have been put there on a confidential mission to search for it and investigate it!
“I also saw you when you woke up with your lost memory, in that field, and in that pool of muck! I was passing there on the road behind you!”
“Did you see anything before then?” Cameron gagged, and realized that he had actually seen him there, and he hoped he had seen him before he woke up.
“I passed there earlier! It was too distant for me to be totally sure it was you! I think you were with someone that resembled you, and you were at the wood at Floors Road, where I’ve seen you before with the other three soldiers you hangout with!”
Who the hell looked like him? He hadn’t seen anyone like him!
He was more confused than when he got in the taxi, and stared miserably at the floor, and the driver looked on and thought of everything he knew for what Cameron wanted to know!
Cameron started scrupulously going over everything, and he examined his facial features in a mirror, and after examining the Prime Minister on the internet he realized that he might be the Prime Minister’s twin, as he was strangely the same, and he realized the only way of properly proving it and finding out his identity and what had happened was to meet him, and he removed a drink and poured it down his throat and started to search for a way to meet the Prime Minister!
The Final Encounter
The Extraterrestrial Dream
In the dark depths of space above the world a sphere of light shot out and exploded with extraordinary brightness!
The dream was now like it was something else and some form of telepathic recording being transmitted from somewhere, which Cameron could not comprehend! Its magnitude made him gasp and he was unsure if he felt anything and wondered why he thought it had somehow damaged him. Strange sounds and lights sent sensations through him!
His entire sight exploded and filled with its vivid visions of strange energy alterations and silent roars vibrating through his mind, and the blur of light swirled in space, and he seemed to fall out of space and go crashing down towards the Earth.
As he did he watched space all around him staggered and for some reason he never knew what space was, as though he had never seen it before and he was use to something else, which he could not grasp, and at the fringes of deep space he was sure there was intergalactic space and a starless expanse of space where he thought something existed.
Cameron thought of the dream and whether to awake and he rested on his bed wondering why he had never had such dreams before and if he could have had and if his memory of it was gone, and he wondered if the dream was from brain damage!
It continued and he realized he was falling into the atmosphere at a fantastic velocity and he was unsure if it was exaggerated.
Cameron opened his eyes and examined his pale cold complexion in a side mirror beside his hotel bed and quickly shut his eyes and was amazed that the dream was actually still there, like a movie, and he had only missed some.
He studied the velocity of movement in it with great curiosity and was baffled, but still determined to follow the dream to its conclusion as he would not forgive himself the next day for missing it, and he wondered again if all the drink he had was causing damage to his mind.
He realized it was surely the extraterrestrial in the wood that he was visualizing and he felt his blood explode through him thinking of it and he unintentionally let out a loud long gasp of horror through his mouth!
The entire horrific energy formation vividly surrounded him, as visions of deep space emerged and vanished through his thoughts, which he could not spot any differences in to reality, which left him staggered.
What strange place had this thing come from? What wonders had it? Where had it been traveling to in the deep dark depths of space and time?
He wondered if it even had a real form as they knew it and if it was actually entirely made of energy formations!
He imagined it as an alien like monster materializing out of the realms of hell, from some world somewhere beyond space, with bright blood red devil features, a giant demon shape, glowing, altering, whirling, within hideous energy surges, while it shifted like a distorted grotesque wild killer monster, ready for the kill, as it fully materialized into this universe.
His dream altered and reappeared and in a sudden blast of energy the formation went crashing into the world and instantly smashed into the trees in the wood, and its impact and destruction nearly destroyed it!
He imagined its thrust blasting over the dark sky of the world, while watching it on the world below, with it having a background of space made up with vast billions of stars shining brightly throughout its expanse.
All around him vociferous exploding energy and blinding brightness kept exploding everywhere and he thought of withdrawing from it!
He sensed its composition unsuccessfully tried to leave the confines of the universe, and its shape glowed and altered into powerful bright explosions of energy.
It was like for the first time in its existence it had felt pain and death, and its formation constantly altered as it controlled its individual parts to the degree of atoms, stopping itself from being absorbed and destroyed by a colossal infernal.
He felt its destruction with horror but then it was instantly allowed to escape and formed into a flying formation and darted out of the colossal energy into the dark night on the world.
The cold outer world was unrecognizable to it and left it staggered, but it felt satisfaction as it completed repairing a major region of damage to it, and its glowing monster shape formed strange ghostly shapes of life forms from extraordinary worlds it visualized in this universe.
The thing clearly altered like a monster materializing out of the realms of hell, from beyond reality, and took insane forms and alterations to its features and took forms of blood red demon shapes, glowing, altering, whirling, within hideous energy surges – while it consistently stopped itself vanishing – and it repaired the damage done to it, altering energy formations back into their original states.
Its giant translucent demon shape floating through the trees, glowing and beaming in altering shapes, shifting through the wood like a distorted grotesque wild monster, ready for the kill, with parts of it frequently altering into other creature’s organs.
This world was unrecognizable to it and it was left staggered and it monitored its formation’s fight to repair itself and it was eventually able to alter to an extraterrestrial humanoid formation, it detected in this universe, which allowed it to gain more of its normal powers, and it managed to adapt to the surrounding environment and it shifted into the long black shadows of unknown tree formations like a transparent ghost monster lurking around, transforming shapes and appearances in regions of it.
The moon shifted overhead as its monster shape staggered through the small wood, and it even took comfort in the moon’s existence, and it stopped to examine a life form, a small black cat shifting by it, and it copied some of its formation!
Then it roamed the wood and it became clear the life form it had copied affected it far more than it had realized, and it realized it was not just the life form but its own damaged state!
While it propelled itself forward its body adapted its form and repaired damage and formed more powerful and better Earth legs and razor-sharp claws, creature fangs, and thick tentacles formed and expanded from its neck, from creatures it studied on other worlds in this region of space, and while it shifted on head tendrils formed from its ears that shuddered frantically checking the region for signs of life forms and dangers.
When the wood ended strange glowing hills illuminated all around it, stretching out to the rim of the world, as the sun rose below the horizon, and it stopped and watched a glowing spot accelerating across the sky, and it detected a dim radiance illuminating in its surroundings, and it detected one of the world’s intelligent species on its own nearby!
The whole dream vanished and Cameron opened his eyes and stared out of his hotel window into the dim morning sky, as the sun rose below the horizon, and he examined a vague gleam of sunshine appear and its strange glow emerge into swirling patterns of cloud, and he realized the dream had been crazy.
Cameron rushed into the London psychiatrist’s waiting room late and clumsily tripped and went crashing through the door, landing face first, and rolled over the carpet, and jumped onto his feet and stood watching the aged psychiatrist staring at him insanely.
He calmly studied Cameron’s face, and gasped, “You’re …?”
“It’s me!” he replied, brushing his new clothing of dust.
Cameron accidentally gave out a drunken burp, from all the beer he had consumed in a nearby bar – where he had forgotten the time, and was late for the appointment.
“You’re …” the psychiatrist repeated, with his mouth open.
“It’s alright! I’ve an appointment!”
“You’ve an appointment? When? I’ve no mention of any appointment with you! I would have noticed! Perhaps you’ve the day wrong?”
The psychiatrist started to look through his appointment book!
“Dave Cameron!” he gasped, reading the appointment.
He studied his face over and over with confusion, and continued, “You’re the soldier sent by the army …?”
“You’re suffering memory loss?”
The psychiatrist started writing notes and instantly ignored him and Cameron grew impatient at the treatment.
This had to be his lucky break – and he realized that he had actually talked Sergeant Malone into arranging the trip to London and appointment with the psychiatrist – and it should solve his mental problem and allow him to explore and meet the Prime Minister and discover if he was the Prime Minister’s twin brother, which the taxi driver had convinced him he was, which he had not been able to confirm or prove wrong! He looked the same as Prime Minister David Cameron, and the other soldiers at the army base thought he had something about him that was the similar!
“Now tell me when you first lost your memory and what occurred afterwards!” the psychiatrist spoke firmly, after adjusting his seat in front of him, eager to get to the bottom of the mysteries about him!
Cameron sat firmly in his seat and realized that if anyone could solve his loss of memory it might be him, as there had to be many other cases like it, and he would at least get if there was an answer to it, and perhaps he could help him accept the facts.
“Ever since I found myself in a pool of mud in a farm field I’ve lost my memory of my identity and have been trying to get it back, and I do not know how I got there and can barely recall anything I did before then! I sometimes have the memories of two people!”
“Did you get any damage to your head from the fall in the pool, and have you been taking anything that might have influenced it?”
“I strangely had no damage to my head or body and as far as I know I never took anything!”
The psychiatrist asked many questions and Cameron continued telling him everything he knew, accept he avoided telling him of the army being there to investigate a suspected alien landing/crash, even though his dream the night before had been so vivid that he had been sure that the incident had somehow influenced him, and he was now sure it might be a mental problem!
Why would the British army and US military and NASA insist there was an alien, and investigate the crash site they found?
Now he mainly did not know what to believe, and at times definitely believed it and at other times never, as the others surely did, and he left it until any proper discovery and facts arose.
The treasure hunt and map, and the well they were exploring for it, had left him confused and he wondered why he and the three soldiers at the army camp had been looking for it! Yet they had found the well at the location the treasure was supposed to be, and the information he had given the three soldiers about it had been enough to convince them that there was something there, which he was somehow sure was evidence enough.
The army setting up a campsite base there to search for an alien landing was confusing, and he could not even believe the British army would believe an alien existed, and why was there treasure located at virtually the same site as the crash – whatever crashed down in the wood – which could be an advanced secret weapon!
The psychiatrist finished off, before he allowed him to go, by giving him advice and another appointment, and told him he would do everything he could to have his medical problem solved and that he would arrange an appointment for him at a hospital, to have his brain examined, but Cameron saw he was still baffled over several unexplained aspects!
Cameron sat at a table in a bar near a front window and watched the sun go down into the horizon, and the busy street turn dark, and he got drunk and sat sulking and running through thoughts and what he knew trying to find even a vague suggestion of a way to approach the Prime Minister, but he just could not think of anything, and he did not know what to say or do to talk to him.
Yet if he was his twin surely he would start to talk to him, and he would know if he was his twin, but how could he explain he had no memory of him, and if he never recalled anything about him and their relationship he would think he was not his twin and just someone looking like him! He was stumped again!
He suddenly had an idea and wondered if there was anyone in the bar that knew him and if he could question them! He was desperate to investigate ways of getting his true identity!
At the side of his sight he spotted two men watching him outside from over at the side of the street! Their official detective suits and looks grasped his attention, and when he looked at them they looked away, and then seemed to watch him from the sides of their eyes.
After a long time he watched them hide away further along the street, and was considering where to go next when he spotted a group of policemen march along the road in the opposite direction and was surprised when they entered and went to the bar where they questioned the barman about something and Cameron was astonished that one turned and looked directly at him and when he looked away the others all started looking at him with surprised looks, examining his features.
Cameron gasped and decided he had to do something, knowing if they did intend to confront him they would get him if he left so he decided to go to the bar toilet, when they were preoccupied.
As he entered the toilet they all watched him and he sensed they intended to do something and he realized that he could have been a wanted man, before he had lost his memory.
Once in a toilet cubicle he sat and listened, and just when he thought they would not bother him he heard the door open and two of them enter and march along the cubicles until they were behind his door, and one called out, “We want to talk to you!”
At first he panicked and then he wondered what kind of people confronted people there, and why had they not just waited, and he grew furious at their violation of his rights, and finally shouted at them, “What? What idiot wants a conversation with someone in a toilet cubicle?”
“What?” the policeman shouted back, annoyed. “You get out here now!”
“Your violating my rights and I’m going to report you and have you fired for it!”
The two policemen gasped and started whispering, out of the range of his hearing, and eventually seemed to agree over something, and he gasped and expected the door to come crashing in on him and started getting ready.
“When you finish off in there! We’ll be outside!”
Once they had left he jumped up and looked over the top of the cubicle and checked and listened to their faint voices outside, as they waited.
For a moment he wondered what the hell they were talking about, and why they were there, and gasped and he realized that he had made a mistake in coming to London, and that he might not be able to achieve his mission, and he jumped up on the back of the toilet and tapped the glass window testing its thickness, reassuring himself, and realized if he broke the window the noise would be tremendous!
Just as he was standing contemplating it he heard a cough and turned and saw the policeman standing staring at him, with a half smirk, and he finally remembered that he had not locked the door, and the policeman swiftly grasped him by the waist and lifted him down and threw him across the floor.
He slumped over and rolled over the floor, and he realized the police were clearly all local, and had been visiting there for some time, and he sat near to him.
They tried to get him up and to the door, with him collapsing all over the place, and they got annoyed and started wrestling with him and they both lifted him up and he started trying to stop them and grabbed the doorway as they tried pulling him through and they started pulling his hands away, and he had them pull him across the floor by the legs, to show people in the bar their treatment of him, and he clutched a wall furiously to stop them, and they grew annoyed and his behavior and tried to pull away his hand and gripped and pulled at it and him and he refused to let go.
They gripped his legs and dragged at him and were surprised that they could not get him to budge, while looking about making sure that nobody interrupted them, but he kept gripping and they furiously tugging at him, and he spotted the other policemen discussing whether they should help and he watched locals leaving and realized he had to escape no matter what.
The policemen tugging at him stopped and started talking to the other police and he felt their grip on him loosen and he swiftly pulled their hands away from him and ran into the toilet with unbelievable power, where he saw them turning and starting to chase him, and he rushed into the cubicle and jumped straight through the window, protecting his face with his hands, and he went crashing down outside, into an empty lane, and ran away as fast as he could and was amazed his speed increased faster than he had ever seen anyone run, and, just as the outside of the pub vanished into the distance, he saw one of the policemen push glass away from the window for him to look out!
Out of a silent empty dark lane a high-powered rifle blasted out as Cameron stopped to rest and see where he was going, and he saw where it had smashed a chuck of stone out a nearby wall with astonishment, reacting to its magnitude, especially in the silent empty region!
It was so powerful it made him freeze and prepare to collapse and die from another shot, and when it never came he shifted away to an area out of the firing line, and he started wondering how deadly the police were there!
When nothing happened he rushed up a wall in seconds and darted through a garden and went away along another lane.
Whoever was after him was crazy and out for the kill and he realized how stupid and deadly it had become, and how stupid he had been putting himself in such a dilemma, and he rushed away with fury!
He could not realize who was there and just accepted that they were trying to kill him, and as he rushed away he suddenly realized he recognized a lane he was on and he recalled things on it before he came to them, and tried to think of anywhere there he could hide away!
For some reason he realized that there was something there that he should know about that was important and he had been there before for and he attempted to grasp it but could not and he could understand why, and searched for the name of the lane and got the name of a road it was joined to, and he ran away as fast as he could, ready to hide if anyone appeared.
Cameron spotted a phone box and hid in a dark garden behind a hut and searched through his pockets for the change for the call and found it and searched through all the things he had collected for any taxi adverts and grew annoyed when he never found anything, and started feeling the lining of his jacket, sure he had once put something there in the jacket before he had lost his memory, and searched for anything, and desperately removed the jacket and ripped the lining open and searched through it and was surprised there was a card taped against the side of the jacket and hidden away where it could not be found.
He read it disappointedly as it was not a taxi and just a strange woman’s business card, which he could not get as he could not fully understand the writing, and was sure the woman was foreign, and he shoved it back, put his jacket on, and rushed over to the phone box and looked inside and spotted a taxicab card and gasped and grabbed it and searched everywhere for anything, and vehicles accelerating fast, and he removed change and phoned a taxi and rushed away a hid, and waited.
The Phone Call
The problem now was he had to try and find out how to accomplish his mission and he decided that they could have traced him to his hotel room, but he needed his stuff in the room, and he decided to enter the hotel late at the night.
So late at night he arrived there in a taxi heavily disguised and he sneaked in and rushed up the stairs to his room, and stood outside the room listening behind the door, examining everything for the signs of anyone having been there, and even tried examining the carpet for anything.
He considered as far as logic was concerned there was nothing to kill him for! But why had someone shot at him?
He crept in the door examining everything in the dimness and saw there was nobody there and quickly shut the door behind him, and started collecting all his things and packing them away, examining them for being checked by anyone, and as far as he was concerned they had not traced him there.
He swiftly left the room and hotel and went to his new hotel, which was out the way of the police and anyone there.
Over and over he considered all the people who were capable of shooting at him and realized that it had to be the police! Its coldness made him cringe, and his blood swiftly rushed through him, and he considered sending a complaint somewhere!
In the morning he finished all his beer off and studied the card of the woman he found in the lining of his jacket and still could not recall her or understand what connection to him she could be! Her name was Sandra Dory and the card and her profession were incomprehensible to him! Yet by the look of the card he was sure she was a hooker!
So in the end he decided to phone her from the phone in his hotel room even though it could be traced!
A woman with a sexy voice asked him whether she could be of assistance and he realized that he actually should not directly give away his identity as if she told someone of him he would be making a mistake, so he asked her, “Do you still provide all your normal services?”
“Yes!” she replied, sexily, and he realized she must be a hooker, and decided he could use it to meet her and question her.
“Thank you!” he replied firmly, and replied with the first thing he could think of. “For starters I’d like you to dress like the Home Secretary! Swear at me and tie me up, grab me by the legs, and swing me around the room like a helicopter propeller and throw me onto a bed! Then jump up and down on me wearing naughty businesswoman costume! What do you think?”
“That sounds great!” the woman shouted back. “But this is the hotel reception! If you want an outside line I’ll put you through?”
He swiftly agreed and waited and the phone rang and a woman answered the phone with an identical voice to the hotel receptionist, which he could not establish the difference in and sat wondering if she would do such a dirty trick, and wondered what she would do next.
He quickly picked up a newspaper from the bed and flicked through the pages and examined sections until he found something in an advert, and called out, “I bought a movie from you and there’s nothing on the tape but static!”
She remained confused and laughed for a few seconds, allowing him time to think, and she replied, “I’m sorry about that! Which title did you rent?”
He quickly replied with the first title he saw, and replied, “It’s called the Head Cleaner!”
She laughed and told him to come round and return it and told him her new address, and stuff about herself before she hanged up, and he knew it was her and he somehow recognized her!
Cameron realized he had been lucky and that if she knew him that he could tell her what had happened and try and get information on what was happening, and he rested on his bed wondering if he had finally found what he was looking for and the answer to all his unsolved problems!
When Cameron finally decided to leave and go to the hotel bar first, where he drank far too much after thinking of the three soldiers back at the army camp, which he now seemed to do every time he thought of them, and he left and was surprised that the receptionist girls winked at him, and he gasped embarrassingly, and watched their faces when they recognized his famous looks.
Cameron left towards a bar where he got into a taxi, and rested there, and felt tired from the previous day and not getting enough sleep that night, and he was still in the need of a long rest.
He wondered what he should do if she was just a hooker, and realized perhaps he should have a good time, and perhaps she had some information that she might conceal and she might reveal it somewhere.
It was incredible that when he checked the internet, with his phone, he found articles in different newspapers of the police and their search for him, after he was spotted in a bar, and with astonishment he read articles claiming that he was a bank robber!
He was left baffled and not knowing what to do! He had to avoid them and find out what was happening! He believed he was not guilty!
It also surprised him to read of their racehorse and of the three soldiers and of how they had secretly let it loose to roam some desolate woods and that the army denied all knowledge of it, and he spotted a mention of Sergeant Malone and he knew he had made the claim, and there were mentions of the horse attacking people after a nun had been attacked and he realized that he took it that it had not done anything other than trying to sink its teeth into them and he read it through and realized that at the most the thing had only scared and knocked them over!
It was incredible how secretive the alien crash was, or whatever it was, and that they were claiming it was different things such as old space debris and satellites!
He then read the full old article on the horse being traced to the three soldiers and where they had bought the horse, and where the Ebay seller had bought it, and had discovered why the horse was different and that the horse had genetic alterations and that it had been crossed with killer lions!
Cameron recalled the first time he had seen the horse and when the doors of the bar seemed to explode apart and it shifted into his sight in an altered motion!
After a few minutes Cameron spotted the taxi driver’s mouth and him occasionally watching him in his mirror, and he examined him in detail and realized the taxi driver might have seen a wanted photograph of him, and he sat thinking of what to do.
Cameron decided to get out the taxi at another location, where he could get to the address without walking too far, and he was sure that the taxi driver never knew that he was staying at the hotel, and he had not given his identity there.
So once out the taxi and it had vanished into the distance Cameron rushed away, realizing he had to gain as much distance from there as fast as he could, and he rushed away at an incredible acceleration racing through streets, while trying to make himself look like a jogger!
When he finished his mission he had to prove his innocence, and he could not allow them to capture him now!
What surprised him was when he closed in on the address he started to know his way around and knew it was nearby, and he slowed down and rested as he approached it, and realized that he had seen her new address and he wondered why she had suggested on the phone that he might not have, and he realized that she had forgotten about it.
To his surprise he marched straight to the house, leaving him staggered at how he could do such a thing, and he put it down to his subconscious mind and body as it ran his entire body and everything else!
He realized the dangers he could be in there and if she was connected to the gunman, who had shot at him, and he raced through what had occurred since he had arrived in London!
The strange dream had surprised him as he had thought that if it could have been a natural source and that it was either the army camp and outdoor environment or all the drink.
Next he had realized that he had picked up the dream entirely wrongly or his mind had altered it, for some reason, and it had not been about him turning into a werewolf but of the alien crashing down into the wood.
What could possibly be behind all the events? What could possibly connect all the events?
“Where’ve you been?” Sandra Dory immediately asked Cameron, concerned, peering through a gap in her front door. “You were to contact me weeks ago – at my office!”
“I think I had an accident!” Cameron replied, pointing at his head. “I recovered out in a field … I found I’d lost my memory … Of my identity … I found your card in my pocket!”
She gasped and budged, and slowly studied his face over again, and he studied her tight clothing, try to realize if she was a hooker. Yet she did not sound like one, and sounded as if she did business.
“I think I’d better start over … Can I ask you a few questions about us …?”
“Alright!” she replied, smiling.
“What were we doing? Why was I to contact you?”
She studied his face and led him into her living room, where they sat down.
Her hand rapidly reached into her handbag and pulled out some cigarettes and a gold lighter.
She ignited it and mechanically drew in smoke, showing him she was a heavy smoker, and he glared at the end of it glowing red, smoldering and creating wisps of smoke through the warm air, while rushing up to the ceiling.
With one swift movement she switched on her television, and then changed the channel.
“Well?” he finally asked, unable to control himself any longer.
“Where have you been? You look strange, and as though you’ve been living some alterative lifestyle!”
“I found I was in the army!”
“You’re now in the army?” she giggled, and laughed wildly. “How did that happen? You must have had a bad accident, and really damaged your head!”
“I have been given an army psychiatrist …”
She gasped and inhaled too much smoke and started choking while trying to stop laughing.
Through plumes of smoke she resolutely analyzed him, slightly startled, trying to put sense to what she had heard and had seen, and watched the news on the television. A church was exploding with flames while firemen used powerful fire hoses to put it out, and she watched it while trying to suppress laughter, with blank and confused faces, and not knowing if she should go too far.
“Well! Tell me my identity? I have to know! I was told I’m Prime Minister David Cameron’s twin brother! Is that true?”
She stared at him with astonishment, realized something mischievously, and Cameron wondered what it was and why it looked like something almost deadly or a future problem for him, and realized he might put his foot in it again!
“You’re his twin brother and I’ve been working for you, doing jobs for you …”
She looked at him at various angles and shook her head, confirming something.
“So what’s your name in the army?” she asked, curiously, still examining him.
“You chose the name Dave Cameron and yet you claim you never knew your identity?” she asked, confused.
“The soldiers there claimed that they knew me and that I was a soldier called Dave Cameron!”
She shook her head, totally baffled, and started acting normally towards him.
A newsreader on the television gave dramatic details from eyewitnesses of hearing a loud explosion …
“How did you end up in London?” she asked curiously.
“I’m visiting a new psychiatrist! A top London psychiatrist … I found your card buried away in my clothes!”
She burst out laughing, and put her hand over her mouth.
“Where have you been staying in London?”
“At a hotel!”
“You’re staying in a hotel?”
“You got a new house! We were doing some work there …”
“I live alone there?”
“You live there alone!”
Cameron realized the house could have all his old possessions and documents and things with information about him, and he started building a picture of who he was and he was sure he might start recalling his identity.
She stood and shifted over to a drawer and reached in and removed a piece of paper and wrote an address, from an address book, and gave it to Cameron.
When Cameron finally arrived at the house it was dark and he started wondering if Dory had played a trick on him, and he rang the doorbell to see if there was anyone there, and he examined the mail and found it in a large heap, in the amount there would be of it, and smiled and wondered if there was anything important in it and if he was in trouble for not replying to anything.
He marched around the building checking everything and everywhere he could enter, and found two places, and considered what was the best place and eventually had to search in the windows to see what was there and he chose one, as it was better located, and he smashed the window as silently as he could and pushed the glass in until it allowed him to enter and he climbed in and turned on the light.
He hungrily examined everything he came, desperately trying to recall things, and had vague recollections of things but could not fully prove they were his property and he rushed into the living room and with his mail.
With satisfaction he read all the names and that they were for him and he started examining the contents of them with much confusion as he never recognized any of it, and while gasping, he wondered what to do as he did not know what to reply with to some of them, and could not understand what he actually did and why he should reply.
It left him confused and he saw he would have to contact Dory on some of the things, or he would just have to contact the people and ask for information and explain things as best as he could.
He wandered around examining things, with deep disappointment, as he had badly lost his memory and he was going to have problems!
Yet he considered everything over again and realized that the mail would not necessarily have anything in it and that the best documents about him had to be in the house and he started searching everywhere, and went up the stairs, and started examining everything there.
The corridor had to be the darkest place as the bulb was one of the weakest, and he stood examining it, feeling its weak heat with his fingers, and wondered why he had put such a weak light there, as he was sure he would have lit the stairs and corridor properly, but perhaps he had just not bothered.
Even with the light shade off it gave their strange dark and gloomy glows and he realized something and that Dory had said and that the house was his new house, and he realized that he might not have properly stayed there and that the light and other stuff were given with the house by the previous owners.
He looked in the rooms, and left what was surely his bedroom for last, and he found them empty and sure enough had all their contents taken away accept things that belonged with the rooms.
He soon rushed into his bedroom and lay across the bed where he clearly had slept, and looked everywhere he could think of, while he smelt everything and rested and felt sleepy, and tried to recall memories that had to be there, buried away in his mind somewhere, and he once again disappointedly realized the reality of the situation but saw that he had Dory, and someone that had actually known him that was willing to give him information and he started trying to think of things to ask her when he saw her again, and was surprised he now could not even fantasize knowing anything in room and house and wondered if he had damaged his memory and had been deleting stuff like with a computer, and he then wondered if Dory had played a trick on him as he recalled her giving a wicked laugh to something! How could he prove the person that owned it was not just someone with the same name?
Yet he had recognized the house outside, and realized if he just relaxed and treated the room as normal and ignored his memory problems he might eventually recall things the normal way.
So he removed cans of beer out his bag and drank them and wandered around the room doing things.
The door to his cupboard was locked and he wondered why and put it down to precaution and wondered where the key would be and realized he would not be able to find it and used a piece of wire to open its simple lock and found it was full of jackets, which all fitted him, as well as other things, and he started searching through jacket pockets and found things like pens and handkerchiefs and, in the end, looked in other places about the room and found nothing of interest and realized for some reason he never had any documents there and wondered if someone had taken them.
Yet it was his new house and he was positive that the other house might not be sold and he might have been staying there too, and had spent most of his time there, and that most of his stuff was still in his other house.
The Second Visitation
A dark starship shot through an awesome abyss full of stars into this galaxy, with spectacular beams of radiance exploding out, and it hurtled through endless solar systems, accelerating towards an inconceivable urgency!
At its center monstrous intergalactic aliens stood in a circle formation in bright white light, anxiously checking information, in their form of military structure, from galactic starship.
The voyager hurtled endlessly through space at a tremendous rate, racing towards the planet Earth, in an unknown region of space, to a highly advanced member of a species of unknown origins that it had ever encountered, which it was desperately trying to investigate!
It shifted with fury through the universe as their species had never encountered such an advanced form of alien, and nothing new in hundreds of years, and they were ready to handle what they could and investigate what was there, and they were carefully chosen out of their entire species for the encounter and to represent their race!
While it accelerated to the limits it could travel their intelligent voyager altered shape and form, improving itself, seeking to affectively achieve its objective! Its vast senses burst into life all over it and it went into a strange state as it properly detected the advanced form of alien and the aliens decided to do something desperate, and it dangerously used weapon systems to accelerate to a far greater velocity.
With furious explosions the whole starship violently shuddered, and regions of it were destroyed from the forces, and the aliens themselves even stood ready for possible destruction.
The powerful unstable energy explosions temporary warped and unbalanced space all about it, while it shot through vast star systems, as it furiously forced itself to go to dangerous levels, and it screamed through the universe.
Star formations flashed by and it entered the unknown and unexplored depths of space, with its ghost shape flickering through solar systems.
At its center the formation of the monstrous intergalactic aliens altered when it monitored the interdimensional extraterrestrial on the world and they detected and received strange transmissions, and swiftly decoded the information and having never watched fictional human television their form of military structured species formed an alien contact scenario with the human race instead, and with the world’s main leader Dave Cameron, and have their three leaders make contact!
The Alien Invasion
On the second night of Cameron’s arrival at the house he was not any wiser to his identity, and Dory was the only place left to get information, and he was still considering what to do, and he had a feeling that he was going to be disappointed, and he had stayed in and had ended up drunk on his living room floor
After watching endless news programs and reading newspapers and magazines he was left stumped and disappointed at what had happened to the Prime Minister, and there had only been one mention of him being away on holiday, and he still intended to try to meet him and he wished to get information on him and his movements!
In the end he got so frustrated and drunk that he almost collapsed, and ended up in a heap over the floor.
So when the first alien leader arrived to make first contact with him on behalf of the human race he never heard his doorbell ring, and thought it was part of a dream.
The bell rang again and kept ringing until he eventually became conscious and it affected his dream, and when he opened his eyes he sat up wondering what it was, as he had not heard the strange sounding bell tone before and rested trying to identify the racket and even considered if it was an air raid siren.
Consequently, he realized what it had to be and that one of his neighbors had to be at the door and staggered about on his feet and stumbled forward, going in the direction of the door, and finally reached it wondering who could possibly be so inhuman to ring a doorbell for so long and at that time of night!
When he finally unlocked it he gasped and wondered if he should open it, as he could barely even stand, and he was almost sick, and in the end just yanked the door open!
He never noticed that there was nobody out in the darkness and stood swaying about, and he eventually got tired of the drilling sound of the bell blasting out near his ear.
It was incredible he had not even met anyone there and had only seen one or two of them out the window and one of them was killing him with his doorbell, and he considered having it replaced in the morning, and started to search the darkness in front of him, wondering why there was nobody there, and he searched for the doorbell but could not find it and searched the outer wall by trying to feel the blasted thing, and stopped when he saw a strange thin fog engulfing his garden and the outer road, without him hardly noticing it and it soon thickened, and he could not see where it was emerging from and realized it had to be a freak weather condition, and realized that it must be a ground level weather formation, and fog was forming in the region and he was sure he was at the central point!
Yet he stood propped against the doorframe wondering what the hell the doorbell had to do with it and realized that it must be local kids playing tricks on the locals, and tried recalling the date and realized it was not Halloween, anyway!
His sight seemed to go hazy with the mist as it deepened, and he almost vomited, and held himself there firmly, trying to think of a way of stopping the bell ringing and in the end he closed his eyes and started feeling the outer building wall in the darkness there and grasped the button and started to feel it and if there was anything on it, holding it in, and he started trying to pull it out and when that did not work he grew more and more frustrated and spotted a boulder near his front lawn, and collected all his energy, and ran over and grabbed it and ran back and started smashing it off the side of the wall, and realized it could be ringing all night long now!
Suddenly it finally stopped its blasted ring and he laughed, and bowed as if there was an audience in front of him.
His thoughts went on the strange nature of the mist and its strange movements, as though alive, and he saw lights flash in it like they were electrical, and he wondered if lightning could form in a ground level cloud.
He had to keep shutting his eyes to rest his hazy tired eyes.
Peculiar vivid streaks like colored lightning flashed all about his front and he examined the thickening mist hovering around menacingly, and he considered getting in before he collapsed.
It was like seeing something there at another time in the past, and he wondered if his brain had received damage!
For a moment he was sure that there was something actually appearing there from somewhere else, and examined it at different angles, and then it was like seeing another world emerge, and he saw through gaps in the thickening fog and saw regions of something strange in places.
Out of nowhere a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of the mist with its radiance pulsating and he stood realizing that it was really there, magically illuminating the fog around his garden, with strange shadow formations from things he could not see, creating mind-bending shifting shadows that weaved and probed their way around.
Sounds of heavy pounds of emerged, like they were there but not there, and he was surprised that the ground even shuddered, and realized again at the amount of drink he had been taking and wondered why he had not heard of such side effects.
He rested against the doorframe considering what he would tell his psychiatrist on Monday, after the weekend, while hearing scurrying sounds in nearby vegetation.
While he did it a strange dark shadowed formation emerged in the mist, with a light behind it, creating mind-bending shifting shadows across his front that weaved and probed their way about him, and he occasionally stopped his contemplation to consider it.
In the end, after realizing how the psychiatrist would react he never believed there was anything there, and thought it was some strange hallucinations, and decided to force his brain into realizing it and accepting nothing was there.
So he stood glaring at a giant green monster in the darkness outside his front door and just laughed at it, thinking of it as a hallucination!
It was then that it the first alien leader from the starship that had teleported itself to make contact with him, Dave Cameron, stood still, wondering what he was, and detected something and gasped in horror, and Cameron started drunkenly shouting at it and told it bloody well go away home, and he refused to accept it existed, and he grabbed an old umbrella at the doorway and threw it at it!
The alien bug leader became furious by the insult and grabbed him by the waist with its tentacles and threw him all about his garden, from one end to the other, and he collapsed, from it and the drink and lack of sleep, and he packed it in for the day!
He only awoke the next morning when a milkman awoke him in a heap in one of the bushes in his garden!
The Second Alien Leader
It was Saturday night, and Cameron no longer thought anything had even happened on the previous night, and had dismissed what had happened that morning as being one of his strange dreams, as his hangover was so painful he slept through most of the morning.
His last thoughts of it were of what to tell his psychiatrist on Monday, after the weekend, and he decided it was not worth mentioning as it never had anything to do with his memory loss and he did not want it to confuse things any further as he wanted him to give him the precise answer to the problem.
After watching news programs and reading endless newspapers and magazines he was left stumped on where the Prime Minister was, and how to meet him, and he wondered if Dory could give him the answer as she seemed to answer all of his queries!
In the end he just got drunk over again, and kept drinking until it was late in the night, and ended up in almost the same state as the night before!
So when the second alien leader arrived to continue their first contact scenario with the human race he never heard his newly repaired doorbell being ring, and because he had altered the bell itself so it could not make as much noise.
The bell rang for a long time until it was dislodged and the adjustments he made to it to make it silent were altered and it ended up louder and suddenly blasted out into the night, waking his neighbors, which he wished to avoid as the police were still looking for him after they chased him out the bar, and it rang until he became conscious from his deep slumber.
When he opened his eyes, and he was dizzy, and sat up wondering what the hell was going on, and thought he was in the middle of an air raid, and carefully listened to the strange sounds of the altered doorbell and cursed, and lay slumped over a seat trying to identify the racket until his memory returned.
Consequently, he staggered around trying to get on his feet and stumbled over a seat and fell against the side of the door, but actually going in the direction of the door, but he slowly slid down the wall until he landed flat on the floor, and after wobbling about he managed to rollover onto his side and climb back up onto his feet, and tripping over himself, he finally reached the door and felt it until he realized that he had to unlock it and he gasped and wondered if he should leave it, after he recalled something from the previous night, and he jerked it open!
Again nobody was there, or away out in the darkness, and he stood swaying about, doing a form of dance, and he eventually got tired of the drilling and thuds of the bell bouncing around viciously, and he spotted two of his neighbors looking out their windows annoyed, and he realized that it was probably the first time that they had properly seen him.
He realized that the doorbell needed replaced and started to search the dark garden, and gasped and stopped when he saw the strange thin fog engulfing his garden again, and he watched a neighbor at the side of his eyes trying to see what he did, and saw nothing, and decided to wait and see what happened to the mist and he studied it in more detail realizing that it had thickened, and he could not see what it was emerging from, and considered it was condensing there and he studied the dark night sky, and looked sideways and was surprised that it was not further down the road or up the road, or in fact anywhere else other than in front of him, and he considered it had to be a freak weather condition, caused by something he could not identify, and realized that it was entirely at ground level, and he wished he had a camera to film it and he considered who would be able to answer what it was while he watched an area of fog forming thicker in a region, where he was sure it was at the central point, which was surprisingly straight out in front of him!
He stood propped up against the door considering how the doorbell was connected with it, and wondered how it had activated it, and he ignored what had happened there on the previous night and was determined to start over again, less drunk than he had been, and explain what had happened.
His sight was still hazy and the mist seemed deepened, and he almost vomited for a second, and held himself firmly upright, trying to think of ways of stopping the bell blaring out, and getting rid of the neighbors looking out windows, and he wondered if he should leave it and see what they thought of what happened, and grew annoyed at the noise and collected all his energy and thought of pulling the bell off the side of the wall.
His thoughts went on the strange nature of the mist and its strange shifting movements, as though alive, and he saw lights flash like electricity in it and wondered if lightning could form at a ground level.
He had to keep examining it to see what it was altering into and he tried to recall what it had done on the previous night and he could not recall it having done anything itself and it was things that had formed in it, and with his hazy tired vision he saw it was repeating everything over again, and he realized he could not properly move, and especially move away, for some reason.
The thin vivid thin streaks like strange colored lightning flickered about, appearing all about his front, and he examined the thickening area hovering around his front menacingly carrying out what it was designed to do, and he considered trying to find a way of getting inside before something happened, and he wondered if he would be killed by it this time!
It was like seeing the past breaking through a faint warp, or another time in the future that looked like the past, and he tried to see if he could recognize anything!
He strangely saw something actually appearing there from somewhere else, and examined it at different angles, and then it was like seeing another world somewhere else emerging through a gateway, and he saw parts of it through gaps in the thickened fog and saw regions of something strange in places, and spotted a major region open and studied it furiously and saw what looked like a chamber full of incredible technology he never recognized.
Out of nowhere a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of mist, and dazzled his eyes and made him gasp and try to move back, and he stood frozen watching its radiance pulsating and illuminating his garden and house out of the darkness, and he spotted one of his neighbors at their window standing watching it dazzled and confused, and realized he actually saw it, and he saw other neighbors looking out at the tremendous bright light illuminating all the buildings and their bedroom walls, magically illuminating the night, and the fog everywhere, with strange shadow formations from things shifting around that he could not see, creating mind-bending shifting shadows that weaved and probed their way around, and he watched a nearby neighbor’s face studying all the fog and lights.
Sounds of pounds of some heavy beast emerged, like it were there but not there, and he was surprised that the ground even gave shudders, and he wondered just what it was he had witnessed, and why he needed the neighbors to confirm it!
He considered how he could photograph it, and realized he could not leave to get a camera, and wondered what he could tell his psychiatrist about it and if he would believe that anything like it could possibly exist.
While he looked straight into its central region a massive strange dark shadowed formation emerged out, and shifted about in the surrounding mist, with the light behind it, from where it had come, creating mind-bending shifting shadow shapes all across his front, which weaved and probed their way about and to him, and he occasionally stopped his contemplation of the occurrence to consider what the hell was going on, especially as he had proven all the events of the previous night had not actually taken place!
In the end, after realizing how the psychiatrist would react he believed there had to be something solid there and that something was there that he could not quite grasp, and he considered if it was a new form of hallucination, and decided to force his brain into waking and pulling itself out of it and grasping what was actually there, realizing that something real had to be there all along and that he had to get to the bottom of things!
So when the shape emerged out of it he stood glaring at its giant monster shape in the light and darkness outside his front door and in the end he just laughed loudly at it, holding his belief that a hallucination would not be able to do anything, and vanish!
It was then the monster alien, the second alien leader, from the starship, which had teleported itself there to make contact with him, Dave Cameron, stood furiously watching him, wondering what he was, and detected something and gasped in horror, and Cameron lost his temper and started shouting and swearing at it and told it go away and to stop bugging him, and he refused to accept it existed and he grabbed the first object he found and threw it at it, and threw an old beer bottle at it and it bounced off its head!
The alien leader lost its temper and altered into an early form of its species and a giant alien bug and it sprayed him with yellow slime and tried to grab him around the waist but he avoided it and grabbed another empty bottle and charged at it as fast as he could, still attempting to force his mind into accepting nothing was there, and he ended up frantically wrestling with it all around his lawn, in the middle of the night, with him shouting loudly and swearing!
Before all the neighbors looked out their windows and come out houses the alien and phenomena had vanished and all most of them saw was Dave Cameron rolling about on the dark lawn drunk with an empty bottle of beer shouting and swearing loudly!
Once again Cameron got to his feet dizzily and feeling the drink and ran blindly without looking at full speed and dived on top of one of his neighbors, thinking he was the creature, grabbing at him and wrestling with him, and the other neighbors managed to grab him and carry him into his house, with him shouting out at it!
Later that night he awoke, where his neighbors had left him, when he heard his bell ring and he frantically grabbed a vase and ran at full speed to the door and yanked it open and the monster smashed the vase and attacked him over and over throwing him about his lawn, and thumped him in the stomach, and he doubled over and collapsed!
The next morning he was awoken by a paperboy in a heap in a large bin, wearing his pajamas!
The Last Alien Leader
Cameron was ill the next morning and was furious too, and knew it existed now and he had enough evidence to prove it, and early in the day he rushed out and met a guy in a bar, someone in the army had introduced, and he bought an old rusted rifle and hundreds of rounds of ammunition and declared war on the alien bugs!
On Sunday night Cameron no longer thought about what had happened on the pervious night and only thought of his wounds!
His last thoughts of it were what to tell his psychiatrist on Monday, after the weekend, and in the end decided it was not worth mentioning to him.
After watching and ignoring the news programs and endless newspapers and magazines he decided to ignore it all until he had evidence the Prime Minister was back from where he was!
He ended up watching horror films and drinking until it was late and ended up almost in the same state as the night before, even though he intended to remain sober!
So when the third and last alien leader arrived to continue the first contact scenario he never heard the doorbell when it started ringing as he was in deep sleep, and when he awoke later he rushed over and grabbed his gun and loaded it.
The bell had been damaged, and with it continuing to ring, and was bouncing about on the wall beside the door and he ignored it and waking neighbors, which he wished to avoid, even though the police were looking for him, after they had chased him out the bar.
He conclusively unlocked the door and rushed out with the gun and he instantly saw something actually appearing in the thick mist there, from somewhere else, and he blasted three rounds at it, and he examined it at different angles, and while he reloaded the gun he saw it was like seeing another world and something emerging through a gateway, and he saw parts of it through gaps in the thickened fog and saw regions of something strange in places, and saw a major region open and studied it furiously and saw what was there on the previous night and a form of chamber full of technology that was part of something.
Out of nowhere a powerful light emerged through the thickest formation of mist, which made him gasp and jerk, and he moved back, and he stood watching its radiance pulsating and illuminating his garden and house out of the darkness, and he spotted one of his neighbors glaring out a window and recalled the man from the previous night in his garden and wondered why he had not acknowledged the alien existed, and he saw other neighbors looking out after seeing the tremendous bright light illuminating the buildings and their bedroom walls, magically illuminating the fog, and he carefully watched his neighbor’s faces studying it all.
As soon as he heard the sounds of pounds of the heavy beast emerge he lifted up his gun and aimed it at it, and placed bullets where he could easily get them.
He instantly heard the ground shudder and prepared himself, and he wondered just what it was he was witnessing, and why the neighbors on the previous night had not confirmed it existed.
What would he tell his psychiatrist about this in the morning? He surely would not believe anything like it could possibly exist!
The alien seemed to see him as its strange dark shadowed formation emerged out, and shifted about in the surrounding mist, and it rushed through and he wondered what the hell he was doing and he started firing bullets into it and shouting!
It jumped out at him and stood glaring at him as he shot bullets into its giant monster shape!
Cameron felt his sore head and the drink and was furious at what had happened on the previous night and rushed forward and started firing hundreds of rounds of ammunition into it while shouting and declaring war on the alien bug species!
He dashed around the garden blasting bullets at it and the monster grabbed him and threw him about his lawn until he collapsed and it dumped him in bushes, and it vanished, just as a large group of police vehicles arrived and surrounded his house and garden, hiding behind vehicles with guns!
Some hid at houses where his neighbors told them of all the shouting, and of Cameron running around in his pajamas shooting bullets everywhere, screaming that they were carrying out a planned alien invasion and that the Prime Minister needed to arrange a Cobra meeting immediately!
The Monday Morning
Cameron rushed into the London psychiatrist’s waiting room late, on morning for his appointment, and avoided doing his clumsy trip and crash through the psychiatrist’s door.
Though when he knocked and was politely asked to enter he rushed in and tripped over his carpet and landed head first into his desk, smashing all the objects on it up into the air and over the floor, and he immediately started collecting the objects off the floor and standing objects back up in their original positions, and finally looked over at the aged psychiatrist staring at him insanely.
He calmly studied Cameron’s face, and gasped, “You again …”
“It’s me!” he replied, embarrassed.
“Well, at least you managed to recall the positions of all the items on my desk!” he moaned. “I also see that you made it into this morning’s papers”
Cameron gasped and watched him show the front headlines of newspaper with photos of him being arrested the night before, which now felt like days ago, and gave headlines and articles of a crackpot running about with a gun claiming there was an alien invasion taking place.
“How did you avoid being arrested?” he asked, curiously, examining his features, unable to fully believe something.
“I do not know!” he replied, confused. “I think I collapsed …”
“Tell me what happened from the start!”
He carefully explained what had happened over the weekend and him finding monsters at his door, avoiding saying many things that would confuse him any further.
He clearly thought he had made the story up to get his attention and Cameron realized that he might not believe anything he said.
“What can I do?” he asked, after a minute of silence and him staring at him crazily.
“Not much!” he moaned. “Ignore it! There are just some nasty bugs going around!”
What amazed Cameron about the whole incident was that the police had caught him and he was free, and he wondered why he was not identified as the bank robber and the person they had chased out of the pub toilet, which had appeared on all the newspapers.
He wondered if they had not recognized him in the mess and condition he was in, or if it had been something else, and his eyes suddenly fell on one of the newspapers, at a lower article, which told of the real bank robbers being arrested and he realized how lucky he was and that it was only the gunman that shot at him left.
“You’re …” the psychiatrist accidentally moaned, out of the blue, with his mouth wide open.
Cameron gave him a pleasant smile and shrugged.
“Your memory loss?”
The psychiatrist started writing notes and instantly ignored him and Cameron sat and rested, still exhausted from the night before, trying to work out if it was the drink, hangover, lack of sleep, the physical exhaustion, or a combination of some or all of them.
This had to be his lucky break – and he realized that he had actually talked Sergeant Malone into arranging the whole trip to London and appointment with the psychiatrist, and that his stay there now had been extended until further notice, which had been told to him early that morning – and that it could solve his problems and allow him to explore and meet the Prime Minister and discover if he was the Prime Minister’s twin brother, which the taxi driver had convinced him he was, which he had not been so far able to confirm or prove wrong!
Even Dory had not told him if he was actually David Cameron’s twin, and he was sure that nobody had said it to her!
“Now tell me if you have recalled anything new from when you first lost your memory and what occurred afterwards!” the psychiatrist spoke firmly.
Cameron sat firmly and nearly moaned out loud and he realized how many times he had actually thought of the incident, and that he had lost faith in doing it, and realized that he could have damaged his memory permanently with it! Yet if anyone could solve his loss of memory and could have a way to do it then he was sure he was at the right place to find him, and that there had to be many other cases, and he would at least get if there was an answer to it and perhaps he could help him accept the facts.
“Ever since I found myself face down in a pool of mud in a farm field I’ve lost my memory of my identity and have been trying to get it back, and I have not realized how I got there and can barely recall anything I did before it occurred!
“A taxi driver I questioned later told me that he had seen me with someone that looked like me just before the occurrence at a nearby wood!”
“Someone who looked like you! Who could that have been?”
“I have so far been unable to find anything out about it!”
The psychiatrist asked many questions and Cameron continued telling him everything he knew, and still avoided telling him of the army being there to investigate a suspected alien landing/crash, but he did give him the strange dream of him as a werewolf as he was sure that the incident somehow explained something, and he was now sure it could be a mental problem!
Why had the British army, US military, and NASA insisted there was an alien, and investigate the crash site to such a degree, and he started wondering what he was missing?
After the three aliens attacking him outside his house he was unsure what to think though, and why he never thought it was them that had crashed there, but he was sure they were somehow connected to it or he had sustained brain damage and was seeing fantasy alien invasions.
He tried to connect the incident but could not and knew if he could grasp some small piece of information that connected the incidents that he would connect everything, and wondered how he would cure his memory loss!
Questions were still unsolved and there were now more, and even worse after his dream of the alien, the alien invasion, what he had been doing in London, and how he had ended up in the army in the first place.
He realized that he should just ignore it all and let time solve the mess for him, and he should stop wasting his time, but he wanted to find out what he was like, people he had known, and his real life he had been living up to the incident. Perhaps even why he was looking for treasure and why he was so sure that it had existed. Why had they found that well at the location the treasure was supposed to be, and why had the information he had given the three soldiers about it been enough to convince them that there was something there? Which surely was evidence enough!
The psychiatrist examined him physically before he left, trying to find anything that he had missed, and was surprised at his bruises and the weird places that he had them, and kept questioning him on what the three alien visitors had done, and examined marks around his shoulders and showed them to him in a mirror and asked what they were, and he examined them, and recalled that it had been caused by the tentacle of one of the aliens when it had thrown him about his garden!
The Strange Discovery
While Cameron stood wearing a pristine business suit listening to the partying, loud rock music, shouts and screams, laughs and giggling, from large celebration parties, he studied Dory, looking like a model on a magazine, with her incredible black dress, and they made their way to a nightclub.
Everything was perfect, and even he could not imagine anything going wrong, and it had been a great night but what still annoyed him was that he did not know what she was doing at times and it was as though part of his brain would not tell him what he needed to know to grasp it, and he could not grasp what he had thought of her before then, and what their relationship was, but he was entirely glad he had told her what had happened when they had met.
A powerful rifle blast astonished him and everyone there, and even silenced the partying, and he gasped and realized that it could be the gunman back, and he saw where a bullet had smashed his glass into pieces on a table, and he shot away as fast as he could towards cover, knowing he, Dory, or someone else would be killed if he stayed, and he confirmed it when the next shot landed behind his back foot, and he decided to leave Dory and the others and to find a hiding place.
The explosions sounded so powerful he believed the gunman was using some form of high explosive in the bullets, and realized he could have been nearby and could have been bad at aiming!
Whoever was after him had to be crazy and stupid for doing it at such a populated area, with so many partygoers, and at the same time as thinking it he heard police sirens blaring out in the city night, racing through the streets to there, and he realized the problems he could be in if the others there named him as the target, as they surly would want to question him!
He could not realize who was there trying to shoot him and just accepted that they were, and in the distance behind him he spotted a police car with a bright flashing light and blaring siren arriving at where he had been, and gasped at the distance he had shifted from there and at the speed he was racing away at, and realized he had actually become faster and was running far faster than world record speeds, and he tried to explain it but he could not and tried to work out how an accident that made him lose his memory and end up in a field could alter his body. The hospital check ups he had attended had not shown anything and he even wondered if he was imagining it, and wondered what would happen if he proved it to one of them and if he would get an answer on what it was.
For a long time he saw he was following roads and lanes, and somehow recognized them, and was going somewhere and he just remained going, to get as far away from the gunman and to answer what his body was actually doing, and his speed seemed to increase and he knew that there were no real populated areas where he was going, and he was surprised at the faces of the few people that he raced passed, who stood talking and only saw him flash passed in the darkness like an hallucination.
Where the hell was his body taking him? It was as though he was possessed by something! He left it, determined to discover what it was, and tried to work out why someone wanted to shoot him or do something! As far as he was concerned there was nothing to kill him for and he did not know anyone that did! It and the coldness made him cringe, and blindly rush on into the dark night, getting lost in the large city.
Away in the distance he heard a loud explosion blast out from something and wondered what it was and ignored it, and wondered if he was going to survive!
He realized it might be a hidden survival part of him released, with special survival powers, and it would have been used by him in the wilderness to get him away from trouble, and that he would have survived dangerous confrontations in the wilderness with wild animals, and he wondered where the hell it was taking him and if he would be left out in the middle of nowhere, without any hotels or transport, but there would have to be something there with a phone or taxi, and he wondered if it was the drink driving him mad or something but he ignored it as he had never heard of that before and it did not entirely fit in with things.
At one point he seemed to see a dead end away in the distance and he wondered why he was going there, and why he avoided other lanes, and when he got near there he stopped and realized there was a sewage pipe cover and he grabbed it and rushed down into it and shut the cover over the top of him and he climbed down a ladder to a sewage pipe below.
For a moment he stood examining it and removed a key ring torch he kept in his pocket and he seemed to recognize the sewage pipe for some reason, but he never knew why, as though his brain had stopped him receiving information on what it was and why he recognized it, and while he was thinking it over he decided to start running again and raced off splashing through the sewage water, smelling the stink, and occasionally wondering if he had finally gone mad, and if it was a new form of madness where the person’s body took control and ran away to some destination.
Even though the party had been great and the night wonderful he just went along with it, and to find out where the hell his body wanted him to go and do.
He wanted to test himself and started thinking of the gunshot, and realized his speed never altered!
Why would the person or persons go to such lengths to kill him? What could possibly be here? What could be here in such a desolate place?
He thought of him being killed to try to get a reaction and studied his speed, but none of it altered anything!
He decided to do the complete opposite and realized that nothing had happened and that there was nothing to prove that the person was not just trying to scare him for some reason and that he only looked like someone else that he was after, and if he showed himself to him that he would realize he was someone else and ignore him and leave him.
Yet no matter what he thought it still remained and he even realized that he could not control his body and it running, and wondered if it was like what horses at races were like and he recalled old accounts of horses dropping dead from exhaustion from people forcing them on and on.
His body suddenly stopped running and he wondered if his body had arrived at its destination for the night, down at the bottom of sewage system, and he was surprised that his body turned and he rushed into another sewage pipe and rushed along it towards somewhere, and he eventually reached a sewage pipe going upwards and started climbing a ladder on it towards somewhere, and gasped at wondering where he might end up.
He suddenly came to a dead end and examined lots of small toilet pipes leading into it and turned and saw a sewage pipe cover on the side of the sewage pipe lower down and unscrewed bolts from it and removed it.
He was surprised that it entered a basement, and in the faint light he realized it was the cellar of a business or someone’s building, and he found some old stairs going upwards, and he realized that they had hardly been used in a long time and that there were some recent footprints made with the same shoe marks, and he climbed up the stairs and found that someone at one point had cemented a slab of concrete over the top of the stairs and that someone had smashed it in to get into it and had covered it over with another new concrete slab, which he was able to push up, and he entered another cellar that was clean and being used for the storage of modern things.
He realized the bottom basement had been hidden away, under the concrete slab, and that someone had found it and had smashed it in to get into it, and replaced the new concrete slab over the top, which looked the same as the other concrete slabs.
He went back down and placed the slab back over the top, making sure it fitted perfectly in and adjusted it until it looked normal, and climbed down the stairs to the bottom, and started examining the cellar and why it was there and why the person that had been there had explored it.
The whole floor seemed covered in ancient objects that had at one point been cleaned of dust and webs and he examined the stuff and it looked like it belonged to a law court or something.
He realized little and wondered why the hell he had gone there!
While he went to leave he spotted something and started to examine what caught his eye and he realized it was an old solid metal safe that had been locked and someone recently had used a powerful drill to open it.
He searched inside it and only found a few useless documents left and he spotted a piece of paper that had been attached to some document that had been there and he read it with surprise as it said it had been Hess’s map, and he removed his treasure map from his inside pocket and realized that they were both the same age and that the map had clearly been attached to the piece of paper.
The New Search
“Where did you vanish to?” Dory asked Cameron, and burst out laughing, concerned, peering through her front door at him with a big bright smile.
“I needed the toilet!” he replied, unsure what to say.
She laughed again and stood looking at him crazily, and brought him into her living room.
“You were to contact me yesterday – at my office!” she moaned loudly, trying to get him to realize it.
“What happened when I left you and the party anyway?” he asked, inquisitively.
“They phoned the police, and they started questioning everyone on where it had come from and they traced it to where the person was. They seemed to think it was just a crackpot playing with his gun! They’re looking for the person and anyone that saw him!”
Cameron was surprised and wondered if he was going insane as he could not get how he could get things so incompatible. He realized now how stupid it had looked to them and him running away into the distance. Yet if he had not he would have not made the discoveries that he had!
“I think I found something!” Cameron replied, pointing at his pocket. “I was running along … And I found myself in a sewage pipe and in a cellar where I found an old safe with what could be a treasure map …”
She budged and slowly studied his face over again, and he studied her tight clothing trying to realize if she was some form of high class hooker, but he was sure it was his imagination.
Yet she was so surprised about it that she reacted authentically, wanting to know more and sounded as if she meant business.
“I think I’d better start over …” she replied, wanting to explain something firmly, for him to remember. “You did tell me of the treasure map previously! Before you left and ended up in the army … And I was helping you find information!”
“Can I ask you a question?” he replied, examining her sincere face, and she nodded in agreement.
He examined her and wondered why he could not remember more. After he had realized his body not only had a will of its own and actually took him to places he had made discoveries in the past, and he wondered if some part of his brain had become disconnected and was trying to discover other ways of sending information to him.
“Whose map was it?” he replied, determined to confirm things further, as what had happened was too strange and fantastic now.
“You claimed it belonged to Rudolf Hess!” she replied.
Even though he knew she was going to say it he could not grasp what was happening somewhere. It was as though someone was playing games with him, to a final conclusion.
She studied his face and realized how deeply surprised he was.
Her hand automatically reached into her handbag and pulled out some cigarettes and a golden lighter.
She ignited it and mechanically drew in and blew out smoke, showing him she enjoyed it, and he glared at the end of it brightly glowing red, with smoldering gray ash falling over her and she picked up an ashtray, and she created long gray wisps of smoke swirling up through the air, while rushing up to the ceiling, and he saw it dispersing into the atmosphere.
With one swift movement she switched on her television and kept changing channels until she saw something of interest.
“Well?” he continued. “I was looking for the treasure after finding the map!”
She seemed to start over again and started checking his clothes, and asked, “You look as though you’ve been living funnily!”
“Did I drink a lot of beer before?” he asked, curiously, trying casually to answer another unanswered question.
“As far as I know you never! You must have picked up the habit somewhere! There are some cans in the fridge!”
Cameron gasped, feeling an intense thirst, and marched over and went into her kitchen and got them out of her fridge, and rushed back with them, and she smiled as he poured one down his throat ecstatically until he had finished.
“I found somewhere I think there might be something!”
“Whereabouts?” she asked, confused.
He was determined to bring someone else into it, and never knew anyone else to trust.
“It’s in an ancient cellar and I’m sure there might be more!”
She just nodded in agreement, and wondered what he wanted to do, and knew he had a plan and it might be worth going along with, and she nodded again.
“Have you any objections of going down a sewage pipe?”
She laughed and looked startled, and asked, “No! Is that where you ended up?”
He nodded firmly, and she examined him strangely.
“You’re still in the army?” she giggled, and laughed wildly. “How did that happen? You must have really damaged yourself?”
“I’m still visiting an army psychiatrist …”
She inhaled some smoke and started laughing.
Through plumes of smoke she resolutely analyzed him in the sewage pipe, slightly startled, trying to put sense to something she had heard and seen, while trying to suppress laughter with blank and confused faces, not knowing entirely what they were doing.
“Well! This is a magnificent treasure hunt?” she explained, and laughed at the surrounding sewage pipe.
She stared at him with astonishment, and looked at him at various angles and shook her head, not fully confirming something, and quietly announced, “You’ve a vague look of someone else! That I can’t identify!”
Cameron ignored it and eyed up her figure in her explorer gear, with her backpack, and torch on her belt, and they began moving away from the sewage pipe opening above.
He went first with his bright torch examining how different it now looked in the bright light.
Now he seemed to recognize the sewage pipe but he was not being taken along it by himself, but he never knew why, but as though his brain had stopped him receiving information on what it was, and while he was thinking it over he decided to start to move faster, and she joined in and they moved off splashing through the sewage water, smelling the stink, and he occasionally wondered if he had become mad in places.
He was surprised when he had a strange feeling and turned and saw another sewage pipe going sideways, and realized it was the route he had gone in and rushed along it, until they eventually reached the sewage pipe going upwards and he started climbing up its ladder.
He suddenly came to its top and examined all of the small toilet pipes leading into it and gasped and turned and quickly removed the sewage pipe cover on the side of the pipe lower down and shifted into it.
They both walked about the cellar and in the bright light he realized it was different now and it was clearly not someone’s building and belonged to something he could not grasp, and he examined the area around the old safe and realized it never looked like the legal place he had thought.
He watched Dory wander around and he knew she could not grasp something and she started looking through things trying to get something that would give her a clue to the place’s identity, and Cameron realized that it had to be somewhere important and he wondered how he had originally found it.
He swiftly removed his backpack and removed a metal detector that he had bought that day, and she smiled at it, and he started using it to examine objects everywhere that might have things hidden in them and was surprised that it detected something astounding from an area under the floor, and he believed it was the exact place he should look, and he wondered why!
He removed two tools, a hammer and chisel, and started smashing the concrete floor away, and was surprised that it was crumbling and he started to reveal another floor below.
“That’ll take a long time to do?” she moaned, and looked up the stairs, wondering where she was, wanting to see what they were under, and she left him and marched up the stairs to the top.
Cameron decided it was a good idea and just to finish his work some other time.
“What do you think this place is?” she asked, seeking facts.
Cameron removed the slab above the cellar top and he entered the above cellar and he examined it trying to see if anyone had been there, and looked through all the things, and found seats and tables that might have belonged to an expensive hotel.
“What do you think this stuff is for?” she asked.
“It’s a load of rubbish! Let’s try upstairs!”
She shrugged and followed him up the next stairs.
At the top of the stairs they entered a long entirely different modern corridor and Cameron listened for anything and realized there was nobody there and marched along it to a door at the end of it and stopped, and examined a complex modern lock on the door, and spotted a set of keys with a key ring hanging on a nail on the wall and he removed it, and he stood examining numbers and passwords on the key ring and used one of the keys that fitted the lock to unlock it, and kept the keys and entered another corridor there.
They marched along it and climbed up another set of stairs and came to a massive metal gateway, where he removed the keys, and laboriously opened fifteen locks on the gateway.
They moved along another corridor and up more stairs, from deep below the ground, and came to a second gateway where he undid two large locked bolts and they climbed another set of stairs. He pressed twenty numbers, marked on the key ring, to switch off the alarm systems of the third gateway, and opened it.
After going up large staircases and along three corridors they emerged at ground level and went through a set of revolving doors and emerged at the front of the building where they heard loud cheers and action outside the building, and as they were about to look out a window, before opening a door there, Dory gasped and laughed at something next to her she recognized, and they looked out the window and realized that they were in 10 Downing Street in central London, and that they had been in hidden cellars.
The Super Power
Cameron entered his psychiatrist’s wearing a pristine expensive black business suit and his psychiatrist examined it in glances over the top of his glasses.
He clearly wondered what he had been doing and when he asked he explained that he had been at a birthday celebration, and one of Dory’s friends, where he had been partying, listening to loud rock music, and it went on into the night.
He had drank so much he had almost collapsed, and he recalled looking like a model on a magazine, with her incredible black dress, and they made their way home early in the morning.
Everything was perfect, and even he could not imagine anything going wrong, and it had been a great night but what still annoyed him was that he did not know what she was doing at times and it was as though part of his brain would not tell him what he needed to know to grasp it, and he could not grasp what he had thought of her before then, and what their relationship was, but he was entirely glad he had told her what had happened when they had met.
“You should cut down on the amount of drink you consume!” he finally told Cameron.
“Why?” he replied, gasping, wondering if he thought he was drunk, as he had only taken a few drinks that morning – as he had drunk so much the night before.
“Because!” he replied, writing something.
“Because you medical examinations showed you had far higher levels of alcohol than all the other people examined there put together for the entire year!”
“Did they find anything else?”
“You seem healthy enough and without any other problems!”
Cameron nodded in agreement.
“The police seemed to have an interest in you!” he continued, and lifted a newspaper out of drawer and handed it over to him, pointing at the front page.
Cameron read it with amazement and how cheekily the writer was claiming a David Cameron look alike had broken into 10 Downing Street and had been removed and arrested by the police, and was being questioned on the incident.
It was incredible and they had only been caught as Dory had opened the door to wave at someone outside that she knew, where the press and television news people were, outside the door of 10 Downing Street.
The story was exaggerated as they were not arrested and had only been kicked out of Downing Street and they clearly thought that they had been put there by people from one of the newspapers, and he had been sure some people had thought that they were up to something else in the building.
“Do you take anything other than the drink?” he finally asked.
Cameron nodded, and replied, “No!”
“There’s a bottle of whisky and glasses over there if you feel better with it!” and answered, and pointed over at the top of a drink cabinet, where the whisky was shining in bright rays of golden sunshine and the glasses were sparkling, and Cameron rushed over and poured himself a drink and rushed back to his seat and started drinking it.
“There you’re happy now! That might help you!”
“Yes!” he replied, finishing the rest of the drink off, by pouring swiftly down his throat.
“Have another drink if you want?” he replied, seeing Cameron sip the last drop out the glass.
He watched Cameron leap onto his feet but tripped over the edge of a small carpet and landed head first into his wall and fell over sideways into the cabinet, smashing all the objects on it up into the air and over the floor, and he immediately started collecting the objects off the floor and standing objects back up in their original positions, and finally looked over at the aged psychiatrist staring at him insanely.
“Sit down!” he grumbled.
He calmly studied Cameron’s face, and gasped.
“Well, at least you managed to recall the positions of all the items over there I see!”
“Are you fit enough?”
The psychiatrist started writing notes and instantly ignored him and Cameron sat and rested, still exhausted from the night before, trying to work out if it was the drink, hangover, lack of sleep, physical exhaustion, or a combination of some or all of them.
This had to be his lucky break – and he realized that he had actually talked Sergeant Malone into arranging this whole trip to London and the appointment with the psychiatrist, and that his stay there now had been extended until further notice, and he realized that he now had a way to meet the Prime Minister when he returned by getting into Downing Street again, and that it could solve his problems and allow him to explore and meet the Prime Minister and discover if he was the Prime Minister’s twin brother, which the taxi driver had convinced him he was, which he had not been able to confirm or disprove!
“Now tell me if you have recalled anything new from when you first lost your memory and what occurred afterwards!” the psychiatrist asked firmly.
Cameron sat firmly and nearly groaned out loud, and he realized how many times he had actually thought of the incident, and that he had lost faith in doing it, and realized that he could have damaged his memory permanently with playing around with it! Yet if anyone could solve his loss of memory and could have a way to do it then he was sure he was at the right place, and that there had to be many other cases, and he would at least get if there was an answer to it and perhaps accept the truth.
The psychiatrist asked many questions and Cameron continued telling him everything he could, and still avoided telling him of the army being there to investigate a suspected alien landing/crash, but he did give him the strange dream and told him he thought he was a werewolf and he was sure that the incident somehow explained something!
Once again he realized that he should just ignore it all and let the psychiatrist and time solve the mess for him, and he should stop wasting his time, but he still wanted to find out what he had been like, what people he had known, and what life he had been living up to the incident. Why had they found the well at the location the treasure was supposed to be and why had the information he had given the three soldiers about it been enough to convince them that there was something there? Which surely was evidence enough!
The psychiatrist examined him physically trying to find anything that had missed and was surprised that he had new bruises in weird places and that they were from him climbing around in a sewage pipe, and he kept questioning him on his living style and things he did, and he wrote stuff down.
Then he asked, “Why were you running in a sewage pipe?”
“My body kept on running and I couldn’t stop it!” he confessed, determined to get an answer. “I ended up there!”
He listened, surprised and confused, and asked, “Is there anything else?”
“The speed I ran was incredible and beyond anything I’ve seen been run!”
“Even on television?”
“What world records too?”
“I’ll show you! Follow me outside!”
Cameron took his psychiatrist through his waiting room and down the stairs, avoiding doing his clumsy trip, and he took him outside, where the road was nearly empty.
The psychiatrist looked at him crazily, wondering what he was talking about, and went, “What’d you say you were going to do?”
“I’m going to demonstrate what I said existed!”
“I do not know what you actually meant!”
Cameron just wanted him to see it and give him his thoughts about it, and he shot across the road as fast as he could towards a high building, and confirmed his incredible speed to the psychiatrist, and his body started climbing up the building like an insect, at an incredible speed, leaping up walls he had never even seen being climbed before, and in less than a minute he was standing at the top of the building waving at his psychiatrist!
The psychiatrist stood dazed at it, at the other side of the road, and he rushed back down at a far greater speed, and ran across the road to him, where he stood with his mouth open!
“Is that your car there?” he spoke, pointing to it, near them.
The psychiatrist nodded in agreement.
“If you’ll get in it and drive to the end of this road, and check how fast I run, I’ll concluded my demonstration …”
The psychiatrist nodded in agreement and went over to his car and started it and waved and accelerated away along the road.
Cameron swiftly shot away and raced after it until he was running at the same speed as it and the psychiatrist started speeding up and he matched the speed, going at a hundred mph, and he slowly stopped the car and let Cameron in and drove back to the building, with his mouth still wide open, clearly still trying to grasp what he had missed!
The New Cellar
Hazy echoes from Cameron’s heavy breathing broke the silence in the cellar, and Dory tried to suppress giggling, and he examined the walls around him as if they had shifted, and he wondered if the air was stale and making it harder to breathe and he gasped for more air.
“What do you expect to find in a cellar below 10 Downing Street?” she finally moaned, watching him with all his tools he had bought.
He swiftly removed his backpack and removed a new metal detector that he had bought to replace the old one as it was far more powerful, and she smiled at it, and he started using it to examine objects, including the safe where the treasure map had been, which might have things hidden in them and he was surprised that it detected something astounding at the area under the floor again, which was why he had returned there, and he believed it was the exact place he should look, and he expected to find something!
He continued using his pick to smash away the concrete, and considered using a powerful workman drill, but he ignored it as it made far too much noise and going by the above corridors and rooms below Downing Street he was sure that lots of people worked there and he did not want them to get the discovery.
He tried knocking small bits of concrete away with a hammer and chisel, and soon started smashing the concrete floor away, and was surprised when it started crumbling away.
“That’ll take a long time to do?” she moaned, and looked up the stairs to the above cellar, seeing if there was anything new there and she left him and started examining objects on the floor.
She examined the equipment he had brought, and considered the time and cost of the project, and started clearing away the debris he threw up and cleaned away objects around the area.
From the edge she shifted the powerful lights he had brought, and stared at him comparing him and what he had been like, and eventually laughed.
Dreamily he observed her as he thudded away with the pick, picking away chunks of the floor, creating a large hole the size of the above cellar entrance.
For a second he examined the concrete he was chipping away and picked up a chunk and examined it in detail trying to see why it as actually different, and why it crumbled more, which he had thought had been damaged with dampness and had less cement in it, but it was as though it was a different form of it, and he threw it away and continued.
From somewhere in the above building he thought he heard a noise and wondered what was happening there.
Cameron was amazed when the pick smashed through into somewhere below and a large chunk of concrete went crash down into somewhere below, and left a hole going into somewhere, and he put his face up close and looked below trying to alter his eyesight to the dark, but only saw darkness.
He left there and went to get a light, while Dory quickly moved over and stuck her head in close to the hole and moved back.
He climbed back in and shone the torch down, and watched it illuminate an area below, and he tried to see below but never saw anything, and only directly below him, and he removed some debris from about him and moved out of the cavity, and Dory started examining it.
“What do reckon is there?” she asked.
“I reckon it’s another cellar like this one!”
“But why is it there?”
“I don’t know yet!” he replied, sincerely.
“Why did they need another cellar and bury the entrance?”
“Perhaps it’s not buried away and there’s an entrance somewhere else in the building, and its attached to somewhere!”
She laughed out loud, considering what he had said, and replied, “But what if it is still in use by them?”
Cameron shrugged and removed a can of beer and relaxed.
“What if they heard the noise and investigate it?” she asked.
“We can say that we’re explorers and adventurers, and looking for places to take adventurers and tourists in London, and were exploring the ancient sewage system and came across an ancient underground structure. Buried away since the war under rubble, and we were exploring artifacts in it to possibly give to a museum, and with the metal detector detected the metal in the underground chamber and started trying to dig it up.”
Cameron looked over the edge of the large hole going into the cellar below and sat down at its edge with his legs dangling into it, and took the rope from Dory and lowered it into the darkness below, and wondered why the bottom was so low down, as its above cellars were far smaller.
He shone his light about trying to see something. It was his first proper look, through the enlarged hole, and all he saw was what looked like a large metal object, which he tried to grasp over and over but he could not identify it, and looked back at Dory and started lowering himself.
The wait had turned the search more intense, as they had to leave and get a rope and had to make the hole far larger, and he started wondering what the outcome would be and if it was just another disappointment.
In an instant the rope jerked and wildly oscillated and he spun uncontrollably around and a surge of blackness engulfed him, and he wondered what the hell he was entering, and again considered the well and where the treasure could be buried away in it and wondered if they had underestimated the amount of mud that had piled up at the bottom of the well and if it had been far deeper, and then he remembered the metal detector and wondered why they had not tried using it there. Surely there was something that could search far below for them! There had to be metal there! Then he realized that it could have been the reason that they never used it, as they thought there was no metal there.
It mystified him! He thought of ancient devil and black magic worshippers concealing something below, beyond their comprehension, hidden away from mankind!
He tried straining his eyes to see further down but there were no features of anything new.
When he hit the ground he never fully realized what he was in, and also almost fell over sideways into rocks.
He pulled himself upright with the help of the rope and released the rope’s tightened grip around his body, and shivered at the coldness there.
He cleaned away dirt and casually gave looks around him at the debris, and wondered what the outcome of it would be, and he realized that Dory was now staring down from above, and waved when he looked directly.
There was only one object in the chamber and he was surprised at the actual size of it, and he walked over to it examining it, still considering it could be just something like a generator, and considered what they would have used it for and realized the chamber had to be part of what the workmen had started building the building with, and realized it must be an old damaged and discarded generator.
He touched its black material as he started examining it and was staggered to feel a form of extraordinary energy pulsating through it, which he sensed had more magnitude than he had ever encountered before, and he wondered what the hell it was doing, and wondered if it belonged to the government or military, and shined his torch over it and marched around it, and slowly revealed its perfectly symmetrical black sphere central region.
The Intelligence Agent
“What do you think that thing under Downing Street is?” Dory immediately asked Cameron, concerned, glaring, as he entered through her front door. “You are the only one to have seen it!”
“I think it’s powerful whatever it is!” Cameron replied, as he jumped into one of her seats, and put his legs up on the arm of the seat. “There’s energy blasting through it!”
She gasped and budged, and slowly studied his face over again, and she studied his clothing.
“What is your job exactly?” he asked, after noticing the way she acted was far different, as if she had another career, which she had not mentioned.
“I’m an intelligence agent!” she confessed.
Cameron gasped, and then realized that it was connected to his career, with the military, and replied, “Were you a soldier like me before you became an agent?”
“I was in the military!”
He thought about it and thought of questioning her about it and what she was really up to, instead of leaving him wondering what the hell was happening and what the future would be.
She offered him a cigarette, and he nodded that he never, and he detected that she wanted to say stuff about things, and asked, “Have you any beer left?”
“No! There is some whisky over there!” she replied firmly, and he rushed over and poured her and him large glasses of it.
Cameron sat down and drank it fast and relaxed and waited for what she had to say.
Someone rang on the phone and she just ignored it to his surprise and wondered who the caller was.
She glanced over and gasped, and examined him looking straight over at her, as if she saw something she did not fully want to see and could not quite grasp and studied him.
He wondered what she was up to and why she had been hiding being an intelligence agent.
“I want to ask you some questions!”
Cameron sat straight up and copied one of the soldiers he had once seen and he waited.
“Why did you join the army, Dave?” she asked, studying him with great confusion and annoyance, while sipping from her glass, and he realized that she never fully liked straight whisky.
“I can’t remember!”
“You can’t remember why you went in the army!” she gasped, blowing out some of the whisky in her mouth, in a spray, covering her dress, and she laughed.
When Cameron offered to clean it, she replied, “I’ll just leave it there for the moment!”
“It was probably the reason many people join up for and to visit places one normally never sees!”
“Really?” she asked, determinedly, trying to do something that he could not quite grasp.
“I have no recollection of anything before I found myself in a pool in a field! So I can’t fully confirm that answer!”
Suddenly it struck him that she was trying to suggest something and he realized he could have done something that he could not have found out about! Then he gasped as he realized his mind was blank in places and he had no real memories of anything of his original self before joining the army!
“Do you think the army did something to me?” he gasped, recalling waking up in the pool of mud in the field, wondering if she had heard of something as an intelligence agent, as they were connected to the military.
He thought of all the things he had heard being used by the military on prisoners and if someone could have done something by accident, and just dumped him in the pool in the field.
She made strange faces, as though in slight pain, and bent over and sat deeper into her seat, and her shoulders bent as she relaxed, and she remained thinking for a few minutes.
“There are many reasons people can lose their memories!” she replied firmly, no longer looking at him, and Cameron was left confused and he realized his goal was still to find out who the hell he was as far as he could!
“I’ve another question!” she quickly asked.
“What the hell did the army originally say it was doing where you were? Surely the military doesn’t need anyone there?”
“We were searching for a killer lion!” he replied, smiling, now amused at it.
“A killer lion was roaming about there?”
“They said that it had escaped from a nearby village circus I think!”
Cameron realized how little parts of his memory had actually returned since then!
“What proof did they give that it existed?”
“Farmers were supposed to have reported seeing the thing to the police! And we were to investigate the incident!”
A shiver ran up his spine as he considered the danger he could have been in out in the field in the pool of mud.
“So what’s your interest in that thing we found under 10 Downing Street?” he replied, recalling that she had a great interest in the object, and he was sure it had been the reason behind her informing him she was an intelligence agent.
“I gave your description to someone and they think it has to be atomic – and could be a weapon!”
“You think someone has an atomic bomb under Downing Street? Yet if they did it must have been put there years ago!”
She shrugged and gasped, and sat back into her seat.
“If you give me the whole story of what is happening I’m sure I can help you!” he asked.
She thought about it and decided to do something and turned on her television and watched it for a few minutes.
“I think I’d better start over again … From when we first met I was an intelligence agent and helping you?”
“Tell me what happened?” he replied, thinking that he could finally answer some unanswered questions from the past
“The Prime Minister David Cameron, the politician, had a craving for great wealth! One day he was offered far more to do something for someone!
“A group of Germans, descended from top Nazis, met with him one night and asked him to do something for them, to which they would reward him greatly, and he discovered that they never wanted what he normal provided! They had located a German map from the Second World War that was of value to them and they asked for his help to get it, and he agreed to carry out their request.
“They claimed the map was in Downing Street and they told him where it was located, and that it was buried away in a cellar beneath Downing Street, but he never found anything, and one of them persuaded him to take him there and they searched everywhere and still never found anything.
“He was paid for helping them and that was that, but he was so curious and hungry for more action and wealth that he started having people search for information about the cellar to see if he had missed anything and he discovered that there had been another cellar, below the cellar, which had been covered over when the building had been altered, and one night he started looking for the opening and soon found it and started digging the entrance up and eventually had to smash his way through it, and replaced it afterwards, and he searched everywhere in the cellar and found the safe there and finally drilled his way into it, where he found Hess’s treasure map.
“It was found out that the Germans had first heard rumors of the treasure from soldiers from the war, and of it belonging to Rudolf Hess. Some others heard of the map and had flown over to search for the treasure without it! The map was actually officially recorded as being taken from Hess by the army, and that it had not been recognized by them, and it was kept with other stuff that they had taken from him. The map was only recognized as being of value by people who questioned Hess but they had been unable to decipher anything and it had been kept in the safe, and it had been left in the cellar when it was buried away below Downing Street.
“The Prime Minister David Cameron vanished and nobody anywhere had seen him leave in the night, and it was believed that the Germans had kidnapped him, and they were looking everywhere for him, but it was kept a secret, and they even used a bank robbery to find him and gave the police and media a photo of someone with identical looks to find him, and had the police search everywhere for him, and other agencies all joined in.
“The story of the unidentified flying object crashing at where Hess landed emerged and they actually realized where Hess landed could be connected with the map, and they found out about the soldier, which was you, who was there, that looked like him, who was described as having lost his memory.”
“So the army were watching me because they thought I had something to do with it?” Cameron replied.
“Yes!” she replied, smiling. “And they found out you were his twin brother! They have a lot of information missing on what happened and how you lost your memory. They sent you to the London psychiatrist, to get information, who has been trying to cure your memory problem. They are still trying to find out what happened there, how you managed to get the map, and get in the army well before the Prime Minister and then the army arrived at that site!”
“What were the bug creatures that attacked my house though?”
“We do not know! They were witnessed by all your neighbors! They could be connected with the alien crash they believe occurred, which NASA and the US military are investigating! The army was put there to look for any aliens that might have survived the crash, and they originally used the story of there being a dangerous lion there to search for it!
“They now believe the message the IEs, Interdimensional Extraterrestrials, picked up and located this point in the universe, came from Britain and not as thought from the US!”
“Which was why it arrived over this country, and perhaps accurately over where the signal came from!” Cameron replied.
“It was sent by a group of scientists carrying out experiments at a place near Edinburgh with a new form of technology!”
“Was it a confidential experiment project?”
“All the information about it is on the internet!”
“How do you know so much about the alien – if it existed?”
“I was given the information and heard some from other scientific sources.”
“What did it intend to do?”
“On its arrival here it sent out a message, all over the world, which was only fully deciphered a long time after its arrival.”
“What did it say?”
“I haven’t heard anything of it except that it was a reply first contact message!”
“Now besides a lot of unanswered questions we now have the unsolved question of the atomic bomb under Downing Street!”
“Exactly! I have not officially reported it yet, as anything, as it has not been proven to be anything. I’ve been given specialist equipment to check it out! If you’ll help me!”
The Black Sphere
Cameron hit the ground a lot faster and harder than he intended and he almost collapsed! His mind was elsewhere and on the treasure map, and he was gasping at the discovery he had made!
He watched Dory watching him from the above cellar and realized at how concerned she was, and of if the black object near him was an atomic bomb, and he wondered what the hell she was talking about and why he had even suggested it was, and realized that she might not even come down, as she seemed terrified by it, and he wondered why someone would put an atomic bomb beneath Downing Street, and wondered what the hell the thing was anyway and looked over at its mysterious black shape.
His mind soon went back on the treasure map and what he had accidentally realized and that when heated there was writing on it, as after he had been examining it near the safe Dory accidentally put one of her cigarettes on it and writing started showing up on it and he had been able to read all the writing on it by heating it with her lighter, and though German it translated as mentioning the treasure was expensive jewel sets with historical value.
He was sure Hess had intended to give the jewels to someone in exchange for favors, and he knew that Hess intended to visit the Duke of Hamilton, and he wondered if it had been for Britain to surrender in the war with Germany, and if so it could have been of great value!
His mind went straight on the metal box they had found down the well and he recalled the pieces of glass that they had found inside it. Surely if all the metal around the jewels had corroded and the jewels had been in mud long enough they might have turned out looking like glass.
Why had glass been in it? Why was there a metal box there? He had proven that the metal box could have been of German origins and from that era.
It was amazing that they never actually properly checked them in the light of day and it was thrown away!
He pulled himself upright with the help of the rope and released the rope’s tightened grip around his body, and he shivered at the coldness and from his thoughts.
He cleaned dust away from his clothes and casually gave looks around him for anything he might have missed and in the debris, and wondered what the outcome of it would be, and he realized that Dory was now staring down intensely from above, and he had the feeling she would avoid coming down, and wondered how ridicules it was as if it was an atomic bomb she would end up disintegrated and up in the clouds with him, and he wondered if she thought of it as a normal bomb, like one of the bombs that had landed on London during the war, and if it exploded he would be the only one to get it in the chamber, and he waved directly at her and she waved back and smiled.
There was only one object there and the black sphere and an attachment surrounding it, and he was surprised at the actual size of thing and the expense it might have cost, and wondered why he had not noticed, and he walked around it examining it, considering what it could be and what they would have used it for.
Its black material still staggered him with its extraordinary energy pulsating through it, with its pure magnitude, more than anything he had encountered before, and he wondered what the hell it was doing, and who it had to belong to, and he wondered if they had discovered it like the alien object that had crashed in the wood, and it belonged to the government and military, and he shined his torch over it and studied bits of it in detail about it, and slowly examined its perfectly symmetrical black sphere central region for anything.
He analyzed a region with markings and was sure that it activated it in someway and he touched it and it activated it and he wondered why!
The whole sphere opened up and he stood staring at its inside in wonder, wondering what the hell it was! The whole thing and interior was like some fantastic deep sea craft that was so advanced he could not recognize anything. Most of it was black and there were flickering illuminations given off things he could not see, and for some reason he climbed into a type of seat at its center and sat examining what could be controls of some sort and something monitoring its function.
It surely was not a bomb and he considered its function as a flying or space vehicle but could not recognize anything.
He rested motionlessly, staggered at it, sensing something was going to happen, and considered getting out and he heard Dory and its opening shut, enclosing him away from the outside world, and he prepared himself for what could happen!
Echoes of her voice and their last conversations haunted his mind. What the hell had he done? Why had he done it? Surely he could have avoided it!
The thing seemed to turn hyperactive about him and power blasted through it and he prepared himself for something, but he never knew why, and he tried to check its basic function, which he tried over and over to gain proper awareness of. Why was it there and why was it sitting there waiting for someone to get into it and do something?
It had to be a control seat he was in, but where were the controls to alter and deactivate it?
He tried resting and ignoring it and felt sleepy, and casually wondered if he could be trapped there.
When it activated for real he barely noticed anything. His mind was wandering through all the occurrences that had led up to its discovery, and him digging up the floor above, and him finally entering the mysterious chamber.
Energy explosions blasted out across everywhere with so much force that it made his hair stand up and it even seemed to threaten to make space and time unbalanced or destroy it, and he wondered what damage Downing Street above would be subjected to!
An explosion of blinding radiance left him stunned and he firmly shut his eyes but still saw it and he sat back calculating what problems he could face! From its intensity and colossal powers he sat firmly gripping the seat, keeping himself firmly against it, contemplating the dangers and his chances of survival.
It was unbelievable and he wondered why he had even contemplated there not being real danger at one point, and it was his thought of it being an atomic bomb.
He seemed to see glimpses through the object’s shell and saw that it was a perfect black sphere, clearly of highly advanced origins, for whatever it had been designed for, and that the sections that were at the side of the sphere had clearly been left behind somewhere, and he wondered where he was and if the building had entirely vanished.
An immense whirlpool of shifting lines of energy formed and shifted strangely about its exterior and he studied it for a long time, and realized for a moment he never had any body or proper presence, and was something else, and some form of force formation! It was swirling through an outer vortex that replaced his reality with a mind-bending display of something that he could not recognize!
The strange thing was he felt something else was there with him! Something else about him! Something controlling it and what it did! Though it was part of its existence seemed to be somewhere else!
He frequently watched the sphere become entirely invisible and as though he was floating through something, with him invisible, and outside of energy formations, and he occasionally heard the sphere functioning and perhaps doing what it was supposed to.
He realized things that could exist and that it could be controlled by telepathic transmissions and he wondered if it could create visions powerful enough to trick his mind, and he wondered why Dory wanted him to visit it so much!
Silent roars of colossal power blasted out in the back of his thoughts and reality was a blur of swirling lights.
Sickening lurches of the sphere shuddered through him as it located itself at different points in time, making vast leaps right across time, as it vanished and emerged in vast strange and mind-bending regions, emerging about him as though he were floating through places in the past as a ghost, as it checked and searched.
With an accuracy and capacity inconceivable it explored time, and he sensed what it was searching for!
Then startling views of normal space and time appeared everywhere, as the sphere completed its mission, and he lost consciousness as everything appeared and he emerged at a location in the past.
Cameron awoke with strange sensations and flicked open his eyes to a peculiar and utterly unbelievable sight, with a hazy metallic bronze, which made him quiver, that never matched what should be there, and he remembered something with horror, and studied everywhere trying to grasp what had happened and how it could be there, and heard extraordinary sounds!
His fingers probed the cold ground and he recalled it all before and he used his arms to clean his eyes and saw immediately he was lying in a farm field in the pool of muck again, surrounded by cows, and as he choked and spat out muck and dung he started to get on his feet, and wondered if he had been thrown back in time to his former self, and gasped and wondered what to do!
His mind searched for the real problem and wondered if he had lost his memory over again. But he had not! He proved his memory was the same!
He searched the entire landscape and recognized a distant road over to his left side that he knew was Floors Road, where the wood, Floors Road Wood, was with the well with the jewels, with the field Rudolf Hess had parachuted in over at the opposite side of the road, and a bright blue building further down was Linn Products, with the wood beside it where the alien had crashed into in the middle of the night, and again he wondered why the entire scenario of him waking in the pool of mud had been repeated!
He crazily scared the cattle away from him everywhere and he fought to remove muck and water away from his sight while trying to pull his embedded legs out of mud, and he realized again that he had been asleep in a pool of stinking mud!
He searched deep in his inner pocket and found his phone with ecstasy, and checked the internet and date and was amazed that he had traveled back in time and was in the pool of muck at almost the same time as before, and realized it was actually before he had originally awoke there, and realized that if his former self still existed there that he would soon end up there.
He realized he might be able to find his true identity and what had happened, and he cleaned himself as best he could.
What had really happened? Who was he? And he realized he could solve the mysteries!
What form of occurrence had taken place that could create such a scenario and he struggled to force his mind to grasp something and to find a plan, and he realized that he should leave there.
As he rushed away he heard cars on the A726 road behind him, and realized that the taxi driver would be there soon, and moved away over to the wood with the well.
He was annoyed and ecstatic and he kept wondering what the sphere was and how the hell he had been dumped in the pool of mud, and spotted a farmer watching him on a tractor and trailer in the distance and remembered him.
Once at the well in the wood he checked it had been discovered and saw two people coming towards the wood and rushed away over to a hiding place behind a tree and watched them, with amazement.
All the unanswered questions went through his mind! What would it really be like meeting himself? Who was it with him, and how did he end up in the pool of muck with his memory gone?
When he saw them he was surprised! One looked like him but he realized he was David Cameron the Prime Minister, who was there to find the treasure, and he realized that he actually was his twin brother, and he watched the other man but he could not recall having seen him before, and he really grasped his attention as he realized he was a soldier and wearing an army uniform.
He recalled the Prime Minister had made an agreement with the three soldiers as he could not find the treasure, and they had found the well for him, and they were searching the well for the treasure for him.
Yet he had not seen the soldier before at the army camp, which was up passed where Hess’s plane had crashed, where the army had set up tents to look for the alien crash site!
He was strange and moved and reacted strangely as if he knew him but never, and he watched him move right up to where the well was, where he could hear him, and listened intensely.
At the side of his eye, like a hallucination, he caught sight of a strange translucence cat formation emerging from the well and they both froze unable to move, and he watched the soldier alter and look like him and the Prime Minister, and he realized that the alien had altered his past and him into having a similar character and name, as it was not able to properly merge them together, as it did in its own universe.
He watched it merge the Prime Minister and the soldier together, into one person, and he watched the remaining human with amazement, and he finally watched it put itself into him, and hide away in a condensed form in his atoms, in a partially dormant hibernating state, and he realized his true identity.
He was a combination of three individuals, and he realized why, and that the alien could see the future, and had seen its own death, of it an immortal extremely advance interdimensional extraterrestrial that had lived for millions of years, which it had never faced any form before, and it was a main entity of its species and of vast amounts of species of its universe, which had been sent in reply to a contact message on a peaceful mission, and that it had to return to its universe to warn them of this universe, and its dangers!
It had invented and perfected a system of carrying out scenarios and finding what their results were, and it had worked through immense millions of future scenarios until it had found one that had worked, which allowed it to survive and leave the universe.
Cameron realized his full identity, and realized he was mainly the soldier that he had seen, and that his originally life had been empty and that he would profit greatly from the agreement, and Cameron decided to accept it, and so did the Prime Minister part of him, until the interdimensional extraterrestrial left, and it intended to allow both of them to profit from the agreement.
As Cameron stood staring into the horizon, slightly stunned, he realized the truth, and he realized that it had been the alien all along that had been behind everything, and he realized the army had suspected him as being in contact with it as the army was far more advanced now at the detection of it, and they had detected its presence from him, but it had not been powerful enough to have them react and that they had only monitored him, and they had also detected the Prime Minister’s in him from his DNA, which they had taken from objects he had at the army base.
They had not touched him as he was the Prime Minister and he would not have been able to do the things the alien wanted without him the soldier.
The three aliens had been sent to make contact and capture him on behalf of their race, and he recalled their reaction to him when they detected the alien within him, and it had managed to get rid of them, without him knowing, as it had used its powers to do it!
It had put the black sphere and chamber beneath Downing Street to take him back there, through time.
He watched the earlier version of himself at the well and him vanish and appear at the pool of muck, over in the distance, and he watched him fall in the pool of muck, which he had thought of so many times, and he turned away.
He even realized why it had crashed there, and not near where the contact message had been sent from, as it had detected the Prime Minister was there, where he had been looking for the treasure on his own at the time, and it had recognized him as a main leader of the world at the time, from transmissions it had instantly detected on its arrival.
It had detected him nearby after it had crashed into the wood as it had arrived at the edge of the wood, where it had also turned into a translucent ghost form to hide, and it had watched him, and his attempt to search for treasure at a nearby gravestone, and had watched him over days, monitoring what he did, as it had used many disguises and invisibility to hide itself away, hiding itself in humans, analyzing them and finding ways to remain undetected, seeking a proper plan and way to survive.
Cameron looked over at the well and realized that he could check the well now, and wondered if they had the ropes there, and he recalled that he went down into it after he had appeared at the pool of muck and army base, and he moved over to it and studied it and removed the covering over it, and searched about him and road, and realized he would be happy for the alien to leave, but realized it had protected him and helped him with many things.
While he stared into the well he realized it was as though he could see in infrared in it and saw into its deep depths and he watched a large spider crawl up its side from its web, move to a hiding place, and he wondered why he had not realized he had so many powers.
Cameron could hardly believe everything of the past weeks and it was as if was in one of his dreams and it was astounding that he was hunting for treasure on his own in an ancient well.
While he entered the well he embarrassingly heard a shout and scream away in the distance and spotted himself up at the pool of muck waving over at the farmer on his tractor, and he swore to himself, realizing how stupid it looked now, and watched himself crazily removing mud from himself, and ignored it, and studied the well with one of the torches he found there, and swiftly fixed the harness around him, getting ready to go down, and closed the top over the well better, and heard a car race passed on the road.
It was an incredible situation, and he could not realize what the full outcome was! He had once argued that there was nothing there and he had also been the one that had insisted there was and had convinced them that there was something buried away there.
He was determined in finding what was there and he swiftly lowered himself into the well.
As he rushed down air currents made strange sounds, and it sounded as if he was hearing it in its real form, and he was sure he heard insects scurrying over rocks and into cavities, and he listened to his breathing with types of echoes there.
He wondered what was happening to him as his body seemed to be altering to something he could not quite grasp, and he wondered how far his hearing could alter, and if he would alter into something else, and he was sure he now had sixth senses in places he never realized.
He realized that he would some day soon have to get use to being normal again, and wondered what the effects would do to him, and he listened to how mind-bending sounds were!
His breathing rushed through the shaft with a fury that was stunning, and no matter how he tried to shake it off and contemplate how it could happen it never altered and he started ignoring it.
Clouds of powdered dirt came down on top of him as he hit the ground at the bottom of the well, swirling through thin beams of light in gusts of air, and he felt heat from the air.
The well was strange now and looked as if it had been filled in, but most of it had not been dug yet, and he swiftly checked the walls of the well to make sure he had not made a mistake and realized that the wall with the metal box was not buried beneath the ground.
He realized that Hess must have found the well and thrown the treasure down into it, and perhaps not even known if it was a well! There was little on what was there and he realized why they had such a bad time searching.
He recalled all the faint lines on the map, and scribbles, and was sure it was a map drawn quickly and was almost incomprehensive! It was a map of there and had a mark on it that was where they were digging.
He had considered having it dated and having it compared with Hess’s writing, to get who had written it.
He suddenly removed his harness and threw the rope away from him and started examining the surrounding well wall going around him and examined it in detail and recognized the part of the wall, covered in a thick layer of dried muck.
When he pulled chunks of it away he eventually found a black slab embedded in the dried muck, and that it looked like some form of shiny black stone, measuring a foot by half a foot, and it interested him greatly and he wondered why they had not properly searched the whole wall first, and realized how careless they were.
He grasped it furiously, and felt the weight of it, and it seemed too light now, and he wondered if he imagined it!
He was sure it had been on the ground at one point and that the well had been flooded and it and the muck had become embedded on the wall.
Cameron cleaned the muck from it and found its keyhole, and proved the metal box was locked, and for fifteen minutes he patiently used a piece of wire to unlock it and successfully did it while examining the hole they had been digging.
Clouds of powdered dirt came rushing down and some swirled about through the well in torch beams as he raced to pull the rusted metal box apart, and as he examined a hammer and chisel on the ground it started shifting up and he wondered if he had made a mistake as he now recalled examining the pieces of glass and was sure he proved that they were, and he wondered what the outcome of it would be.
Cameron heard the army truck go by, above the well, as it went to collect him at the pool of muck, as he watched in amazement as he wrenched it up and wide open and stood with his mouth wide open as it opened to reveal incredible valuable sets of jewels with large rare diamonds and abundant precious stones packed into its interior, and he straight away valued them as being worth millions, with historical sources.
The First Contact Scenario
Cameron was a complex combination of consciousnesses created and altered over months by the IE after it had invented a system of creating future scenarios and their outcomes, when it had worked through a colossal of millions of scenarios until it found one that worked right, which allowed it to survive and leave the universe.
Only Cameron in the right way could have had a message sent!
At first the IE, as an invisible entity formation, had not been able to get how the scientists at the Edinburgh science center had sent the contact message that had left the universe and entered its universe with such power that it had contacted its species in the deepest depths of its universe.
It had analyzed all their equipment in every possible way it could and though it was a new form of technology it never found how it had carried it out! The scientists had been lucky! It could not have been carried out without a vast unknown energy supply, of inconceivable force, even to its species, and it had searched all their records until it discovered that a vast thunderstorm had occurred at the time it had occurred!
After its examinations of their equipment it had detected where a vast incomprehensible thunderbolt had hit and supplied their power supply at the exact moment the form of neutrino message had been transmitted.
The IE not only needed to leave the universe it had to contact its species and warn it of the dangers of this universe and of what it had discovered, and it had found that it had not been able to recreate the unknown thunderbolt and thunderstorm, and it had searched the records of weather occurrences until it found similar thunderstorms and it discovered only two had occurred. It could not use the first that had done it and found it could use the second to carry it out.
Though it had a way to get it to strike the same place again only one scenario had them use the equipment and send its message at the exact time, and it had Cameron visiting there as Prime Minister, with him having them send his contact message.
The IE put him directly at the science center door, and Cameron never fully realized how he got there!
At the time he had been getting drunk in his hotel room, celebrating his discovery of the jewels, and him recalling him placing the pieces glass in the metal box in the well and replacing it in the well wall.
It was incredible as his Prime Minister consciousness took control of him as he was shown around the science center by all the scientists, while they showed him their new technology!
The head scientist showed his disapproval when he suspected he had been drinking, and he had just told him that he had been visiting a brewery earlier!
Things took a different perspective when they entered the place the message was to be sent and he watched the scientists with interest, and was surprised that most thought that the technology had not even worked, as nothing had shown anything of it doing anything, and Cameron was sure that it was because the army still had not found the alien crash site!
“I was just thinking!” an aged scientist joked to the other scientists. “We should allow the Prime Minister to give his message this time! Perhaps we may receive a reply!”
Cameron nodded his head and the scientist took him to a computer keyboard and Cameron typed a short message giving his greetings from the planet Earth and was amazed his fingers typed further on using symbols and strange unknown words for minutes.
Until one of the scientists complained to him that it needed to have proper wording at the end of it and be short to allow them to add a photo of the Earth.
Cameron’s fingers swiftly completed the message and he stood looking as though he was considering how to delete the end of the message when the outside thunderbolt struck and he fell over and accidentally activated it!
The IE had finally sent a secret message telling his species of what had happened and what to do!
The head scientist showed his announce, and threatened to show it fully, and stopped when the other scientists stopped him.
Cameron smiled, and replied, “I think your technology should be advanced further! It should be funded further!”
The scientists clapped loudly at his reply, and they ignored the incident.
A few seconds later all their screens, all around them, activated and exploded into life as a reply was received, and first contact messages appeared, with messages and greetings, and some with symbols and strange unknown words, and the IE read the messages and knew it had completed its mission, and survived.
The scientists stood shocked and staggered, and one even forced himself to ask Cameron what he had written, and he just replied, “I asked them to come here and meet me!”
Suddenly over the Earth a white sphere appeared, and stopped anything from detecting it, and weapon systems from attacking it, and it made contact with the IE!
The science center made contact with them for the human race, and Cameron helped, and they made agreements, which included an agreement that their presence and what occurred would to stay unknown to the outside world for at least a year.
Cameron eventually left and once outside the building he separated into two people, the Prime Minister and Cameron, and the IE vanished, and they vanished into the future, into the chamber below Downing Street, to where and when the black sphere vanished from, where they shared the jewels.
The Prime Minister watched Dory’s face, as he climbed out the chamber, as she gasped, examining his face, and he remained silent and allowed the Cameron to climb out, and she watched on as they discussed where the nearest bar was.
She eventually asked, “What were you doing there?”
They laughed like identical twins, and the Prime Minister joked, “He’s my twin!”
“What happened to that object down there?” she asked, examining their faces closely.
“It’s highly classified!”
“My god!” she replied, looking at Cameron. “What happened? You look different!”
He smiled, and declared, “I think they better start preparing for a visitation from IEs in the near future!”
An adventurous science fiction comedy! Has a powerful action-packed comedy and science fiction story of a soldier losing his memory after an alien abduction and his comical search for his lost identity, as he searches for lost treasure and encounters the UK Prime Minister, US military, and NASA, as they make contact with an interdimensional extraterrestrial shot down by a military space weapon! Full of surprises and a hilarious plot and begins in a forest one night when an extraterrestrial comes crashing down and the strange extraterrestrial entity manages to survive the impact and release of forces and alters its form to this world, as it creeps out into the dark world and forest, and it hides in one of the stupidest places before humans arrive. The army arrives and investigates what crashed into the wood and newspapers report it and officials at NASA are brought in, and in the end admit a military weapon system shot it out of the sky on its appearance over the world.