Alien [Louis]

02 | L o u d r i x

I JUMPED BACK AS SOON as his eyes landed on me. They were not normal. Which part of his appearance was normal though? I had to remind myself a few times that the man before me could have been from another planet, as impossible as it seemed. The thought sent chills down my spine and so did the fact that he continued to stare at me, still lying completely motionless on the grass. His eyes were such a light colour of blue that they almost looked white. His frosty gaze made me gulp.

I cleared my throat, about to say something – but what? What exactly could I say? I was beyond confused, after all.

"Um..." I sighed and started again. "H-hello."

He sat up so quick I jumped once again.

"What is this?" he demanded. His voice was croaky, almost like he'd not spoken in a long time. Surprisingly, he sounded local and I grew even more confused - what was going on?

"Are you OK?" I asked as I stood and took a few steps back. 

He seemed disorientated. "I-I am perfectly well."

I nodded slowly.

He observed his surroundings like a lost animal, frowning every now and again when his eyes landed on something nearby. My eyes widened as I watched him: when he blinked, his eyelids closed vertically instead of horizontally.

"Holy shit," I whispered to myself. I took a few more steps backwards, realisation hitting me like a ton of bricks. He was definitely not from around the area – from around the planet, I should have said. Most definitely, he was an extra-terrestrial life-form. It would join the dots, after all - the mysterious light over Hoveton, his wacky complexion and the fact he blinked the opposite way to a normal person.

"You!" he suddenly snapped. I watched as he carefully pushed himself to his full height – which wasn't all that tall, perhaps a little bit taller than myself at five-seven – and pointed a finger at me.

"M-me?" I stuttered, holding up a hand in warning. "Stay where you are."

"How dare you command something of me?!" he said in disgust. His eyes were narrowed. "Do you know to whom you converse?"

"What?" I asked.

"Your insolence will be your downfall, being!"

"Being?" I laughed. He really did have a way with words - an odd way, that's what. "Are you serious?"

He never answered me though – he was too engrossed in his hands. Panic crossed his features momentarily and he gasped when he looked down over his naked body.

"This is not me," he mumbled under his breath. His eyes widened. "What is this tongue I speak?"