From A Distant World They Came part 9
Posted: Sunday, September 18, 2011
by Kellie Hastings
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“Good God,” she cried, “it couldn’t be.”
But the evidence in front of her proved otherwise. But how she wondered, how could he have been infected? He had no boils, he wasn’t even sick? Yet, here he was, a revolting shell of what he use to be, or a repulsive likeness of what once was. Either way, she couldn’t decipher the difference, and she had seen enough to furnish a lasting impression. She picked up the phone.
With an irrepressible hunger, their persistent efforts to sustain themselves succeeded as they emerged from their confined environment; an environment that offered them a nourishing place to dwell, a place to divide, a place to grow.
And allowing little room for detection, they were now ready to begin the cycle over again, but in a new environment, and with a new identity. This time, their compulsive behavior, and over instinctive desire to survive, was unparalleled. Hundreds had already died as the knowledge of their presence was finally made known, most within the poorer regions of warmer climates.
However, they hadn’t stopped there as thousands throughout the world were now infected.
Still, the most experienced microbiologists could not detect a single thing.
And of the hundreds of tests, the results were all exhibiting the same thing, nothing but traces of harmless minute organisms found within what was left of the sebaceous glands.
There was nothing in the blood, and nothing in the remaining body fluids.
They had survived in devising a way to remain hidden during their entire incubation, and after the death of their host, they simply disappeared.
Only one person knew different though, but like the others Thomas Avery passed away.
The questions on everyone’s mind remained.
Where had they come from? And where did they go?
Two Weeks Later
“Dr. Morrison,” he smiled, “good morning. You’re not going to believe this, but I’ve found it. I’ve found them.” She placed the coffees on the large table with new enthusiasm. “Found them,” she asked with uncertainty. What do you mean them?”
She could see he had set up new lighting over his table. A large black light was propped above his microscope; his samples had been placed beneath.
“Turn off the lights,” he grinned back. “Go ahead, turn them off.” She did as she was told, anticipating his new discovery; she rushed back to table and waited.
The only lighting in the room now, was the lavender glow of a single black light.
She paused in her struggle to resist the images of Thomas Avery, of Mr. McCollum.
And another two weeks had passed.
“Dr. Morrison,” John muttered, “are you alright? You’re looking a little glum today?”
“They couldn’t find a single piece of evidence in Thomas’s lab,” she moaned.
“Not a God damn thing. They don’t even know what killed him. I do though. I know those little bastards were in there, and they killed him.
And I know he was on to something, that’s why I went over there. Five thousand people are gone now though, and by the end of the month, another five thousand will be added to list.
I really hope you have something today, because if you don’t…”
John Discovers The Truth
John Livingston was a thirty-year veteran, and his skills in microbiology were exceptional. Informed by Dr. Morrison of the use of black lights by Thomas, anything beyond that remained a mystery, until today of course.
Still, he never studied them alone, he was too afraid to. His salt and pepper hair emanated under the light of lavender; as did his white lab coat and his smile appeared vibrant.
A perfect set of pearly whites, she thought, Joanne snickered.
“Ok John, so what do you have for me, I’m waiting?” He smiled.
“Well,” he paused, “I arranged to have some blood samples taken from a live patient, just before they died. I just got them this morning. Now take a good look Doctor, and tell me what you see.” She peeked through the microscope at their small iridescent bodies.
Coiling in anger, she watched as they battled for their own space in their ruthless attempt to escape.
“Oh my goodness,” she cried as she looked up, “you’ve found it, found them, amazing.
So this is what they look like, I would have never thought. No wonder we couldn’t find them. Just like Thomas said, hiding right under our noses.
But what’s wrong with them? What are they doing? And they look like some sort of worm, a worm consisting of only liquids as its body.”
“That’s because that’s all they need,” John replied with excitement, “liquid, liquid blood that is. But once they feed, they’re no longer clear; they’re red. Considering blood is what they need to survive, why they want out is still a mystery.”
“So now what,” she asked, “how do we kill the damn things?”
“I don’t know. I’ve exposed the little critter to different temperatures, but nothing happened.
I even injected the flu and cold viruses, nothing happened there either.
This one’s a real stubborn one, that’s for sure.”
“Mr. McCollum’s doctor had tried draining them,” she began, “the boils, but the fluids kept building up. By the next day, the boils were just a big, and twice as many.
Maybe that’s where to start though, before they mature.”
John rubbed on his chin as his mind wandered. They must have weaknesses he thought; we all have weaknesses. There must be a way.
“Let me work on it another day,” he replied. “I have a few ideas up my sleeve, and I hoping one of them will work.” “Oh, anything you’d like to share?” Joanne mumbled.
“Dr. Morrison,” he smiled, “you have patients to attend to.” “I know,” she grinned, “But I’ll be back tomorrow, you count on it.” “Then I’ll see you then Doctor,” he grinned back.”
Look for parts 1 to 9 and ending here on SearchWarp.
It's been a pleasure sharing with you my fiction.
Kellie Hastings copyright 2006
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