Criminal From Outer Space

It came from the sky

I watch as he lay there in the wreckage. A tangle of green among the sharp debris of white and gray colored metal. He was seemingly unconscious, though I don't know what I was expecting since he fell from orbit and all. I merely stood there taking in the sight. I couldn't move, my bare feet rooted to the churned up dirt. 

Its pretty weird ya know? seeing a real life UFO crash into your backyard while you stargaze. I guess its nothing new, seeing as my dad is a paranormal expert and all that jazz; he is always showing me creepy photos of alien sightings. Usually fake. I always just brushed it off. Its one of those things where you don't believe it until you see it. I'm kinda sorta really freaked out.

He had several wounds, but where I couldn't tell, from which a pink substance was gushing from. Blood maybe? It covered him and soaked into his clothes. Clad in an orange jumpsuit and wrist and leg cuffs, he looked as if he had escaped prison. He had two shiny black antennae that glinted in the moonlight. I approach the being slowly, cautiously. It appeared to be breathing, which was.... good? I don't exactly know what his motives are, or why he was here on Earth or even why he looked like he had just escaped prison, maybe he did, but that doesn't really mean he was bad? Shit. I don't know. What if he was bad? What If he had escaped from prison...? He probably did with what he's wearing. But... he was injured. Alien or not, he doesn't deserve to die. No one really does. I wonder if I should give him to my dad... No. He would experiment on him and bombard him with questions.... I could take him back to the house and patch him up.... that sounds good. I'll do that. I can't just let him die...

I pick up a small scrap of dull metal and take a few more steps forward. He was just another five steps away from where I stood. Tentatively, I prod him in the side. After he makes no movement I proceed, stopping above him. I stare at his unmoving form with curiosity. A real alien.  It's truly mind boggling. His green skin almost glowed in the moonlight. All was silent but the quiet crackle of the burning debris and a gentle gust of wind that enveloped us, rustling my hair and loose fitting pajama clothes. I reach to grab him slowly, still not sure if what I was doing was a good idea. He twitches and I freeze. After no further movement, I see that it is safe to proceed and touch his arm. I'm actually touching a real alien. I pick his limp body up and put him on my back. He feels so slim and frail. I throw his arms around my shoulders and carry him away from the crater. I felt his warm, shallow breaths next to my ear, and his blood undoubtedly soaking into my shirt. It sent chills down my spine. I could be saving a killer alien. What the hell am I doing. 

I arrived at my back door and slid it open with one hand and supported the alien's body with the other. Before me lay the kitchen. All the lights were out. The TV in the living room was playing Mysterious Mysteries on full volume. Great. dads awake. He usually woke up around midnight to watch his show. But he thinks i'm asleep! He doesn't know I go to the roof and stargaze after our designated bedtime. I just can't fall asleep then. I was about to concoct a plan to get past him when my sister Gaz walked in to the kitchen. She noticed me.                                                                

"Oh, hey bro." She smiled at me, her dull lidded eyes showing signs of sleepiness. She proceeded to go to the fridge and retrieve the Ice Cream out of the freezer.                                    

"What are you doing up? I thought you'd be sleeping. It's like 12:10." I say in a panic, shifting the alien behind me more so she couldn't see him.                                                                                                      

"Uh, no silly! Not on a Friday night. I'm watching TV with dad. Come and join us!" She says, reaching for a bowl in one of the cabinets on the wall.                                                                                        

"Oh. I think i'm gonna pass." I fake yawned. "Yeah. I'm gonna hit the hay sis." I stretch an arm for emphasis, careful not to drop the body.                                                                                                                     

"Alright. Good Night bro." She picks up the Ice Cream and bowls and walks out of the room illuminated by the TV screen. I sigh and shift the alien to a more comfortable position. That was too close. I start for the stairs. 

In my room, I lay the alien on a blanket on the floor and retrieve the medical supplies from under my bed. I've always got emergency equipment ready just in case. I guess you could call me what most people describe as paranoid. But hey! you never know when you might have to treat the wounds of an alien. Damn. This is a surreal situation. I turn on the lamp on my bedside table and move it to the floor so I could get a better look at the aliens wounds. I wince. Now I could see that there was a deep gash jutting down from the left side of his forehead through his eye, stopping at the lip. One of his antennae was cut off halfway in a jagged point. He had a large amount of the pink substance on his lower torso, so I peeled the jumpsuit off of him. I gasp at the source of the pink substance. There on his stomach was an incredible knot of twisted flesh, gaping wounds scattered the area in close proximity, and all of them were torn at the edges in a rather painful looking manor. I nearly throw up in my mouth. Good lord. 

~~~~~~Time skip: 2 hours~~~~~~~~

Taking the gauze from its pouch in the kit, I wrapped the freshly stitched wounds and cuts. Once finished, I sigh and sit with my back resting on the nightstand, admiring my work. I did pretty damned well for someone who didn't know a lot about doctor things let alone aliens. My dad always told me that he hypothesized that most aliens have human like biology because they were split species sent to other planets or something like that. I guess he was right. This alien appears to be a small green humanoid with antennae. But one thing really piqued my interest. Something that humans didn't possess was the circular domed device attached to his back. It had three pink circles and if you listened really closely, it was humming softly. The purpose of this device is unknown to me, but i'm guessing it must be important, because when I tried to take it off, it wouldn't budge. I wonder if its apart of him. Like part of his flesh. I gaze over the small unconscious figure before me again. I yawn and look at the atomic alarm clock on the nightstands surface above my head. 3:30AM. I should sleep. I put the lamp back on the nightstand. Standing, I throw a leg on to my bed, followed by the other. I put my glasses on the stand under the lamp. Then, turning off the lamp and pulling up the sheets, I start to drift off. 

"Good Night....Alien."

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Well heres my first published FanFic! Thank You for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it!              -Word Count: 1277-