Seven
Abduction
"Are you well Eli Morningstar?" asked Kellil. "Yes, I'm okay," I said as I came out of my stupor. What should have been my reaction after hearing I would be someone’s end. I’ve never hurt anyone or anything in my life. Now I’m supposed to be someone's end.
“You never answered me,” I said. “What do you mean their end?” She still didn’t answer me. I did not like where this was heading. I could not kill anyone despite my disdain for humans. “Are you going to answer me?”
“There is no need for me to answer the question to which you already know the answer,” responded Kellil serenely. "I'll show you the Prime from lowest to highest."
She was right, I knew the answer to my own question but did not like it. I was not a murderer. I worked hard, paid my taxes and avoided unnecessary human contact. I led a very peaceful, uncomplicated life.
She waved a spindly hand over the glowing orb, producing a life-size 4D holographic image of someone I had seen plenty of times on a checkout counter magazine cover. I could not believe my eyes. In front of me stood Julian Frost, a former child star of a television program on the Nickelodeon channel which ultimately led to a singing career. At the age of fifteen, he had surpassed Elvis, The Beatles, and Michael Jackson in all album sells. All his albums had gone platinum and were on their way to being certified diamond. Personally I did not care for his brand of bubblegum music.
“No way,” I said. “This kid cannot be an alien.”
An expressionless Kellil looked at me and said, “He’s a Prime. His Prime name is Canos. During the Two Cycle war, he was known as the Primeval because he reveled in the killing of Vathian’s. Do not be misled by this innocent looking facade.”
I smiled, not at the fact that Canos killed Vathian’s, but on Earth he was a pop sensation loved by millions. I would gladly give an arm and a leg to see the faces of all his screaming fans when they discovered Julian Frost was an alien older than Earth. “So where is the real Justin Frost?” I asked.
“There is no real Justin Frost,” said Kellil as she waved her hand over the orb. “Remember, Gandorans have the ability to transform, to blend in with their surroundings.”
Another holographic image appeared over the orb. My jaw dropped. “I knew she was not human. There’s no way anyone without an ounce of talent could be this popular,” I said excitedly as I pointed at the image of Nina Montoya. All I know is she slept with some actor, made a video of their sex session and the rest is history.
Ever since that sexual escapade she has graced the cover of every supermarket tabloid and television screen. Her reality television show is the most watched all over the world. Her fans have urged for her to run for president. I’m not a fan, but when the media report every nuance of her life, it is impossible not knowing a little about her.
“Her Prime name is Xantha,” said Kellil as she looked at the image with disgust on her flat face. “She is the spawn of the High Prime.”
“I always knew there was something about her,” I said still excited that my suspicions about her were true. Kellil nodded.
She waved her hand over the orb again, producing another image. I gasped aloud. “What is that sound?” asked a surprised Kellil. I replied, “It was a gasp. I’m surprised.”
“Are you well?” a concerned Kellil asked. “Yes,” I said. “I just can’t believe he’s a Prime. I mean there is no way this man is not from Earth.”
Rotating over the orb was the 4D holographic image of my favorite NBA player, Elijah “The Prophet” Gaines.
A walk on at the University of Minnesota, playing both football and basketball. He performed a feat never done in college or professional sports. He led the Golden Gophers to both, the college football and basketball national championships, three years in a row garnering many prestigious awards. Deciding not to play professional football, he was drafted by the Minnesota Timberwolves with the second overall pick in the first round. Leading the NBA in scoring, rebounding, assists and steals his first three years in the league, he did the unbelievable by leading the Timberwolves to the NBA Finals his first four years in the league. Three times they tested him for performance enhancing drugs and all three times the results were negative. If they knew what he was on, they would shit a brick.
“This is impossible,” I protested. “I watched this guy play basketball and football at the U of M. There’s no way Prophet Gaines is a Gandoran.”
“His Prime name is Brale,” said Kellil as she waved her hand over the orb once again. “He’s the greatest Gandoran battle commander. He single-handedly defeated a legion of the best Vathian soldiers.”
Another image promptly came up. I quickly recognized this guy. He was a real asshole. “I’m I to kill this guy,” I asked.
“Not just him, but all of them,” said Kellil as she gazed upon the image. “What do you mean all of them?” I quickly asked. There would be no way I could kill Elijah Gaines. The man was beloved my many. He was a State of Minnesota treasure with the keys to the Twin Cities.
“Eliminate all Prime members if your home world is to survive,” said Kellil in a soft monotone.
“I’m I supposed to save the human race,” I asked with a slight laugh. How could she ask someone with such dislike for other humans to save them? I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, people are God’s worse creation.
Instead of Kellil answering my question, she said, “The Prime have been preparing Earth.” It was starting to feel like something straight out of a science fiction movie. According to science fiction movies, I was not the guy for the job.
“What do you mean preparing Earth?” I asked wanting to hear the rest of the story.
“The Prime oversees the secret transport of Gandorans from Phand to Earth,” said Kellil. “They have been amassing legions of soldiers on Earth for cycles in preparation for the invasion.” Yep, this was starting to feel like a sci-fi movie.
“Is this for real?” I asked as I tried to digest the information that was just divulged to me.
“Most sightings of unidentified objects by humans are the Gandorans being transported to Earth,” said Kellil.
Kellil waved her hand over the glowing orb causing a holographic image of Earth to appear. Her spindly fingers moved the image as if she was touching a physical globe. “As far as we know, a huge concentration of Gandorans are transported here,” said Kellil as she pointed at New Mexico.
“That's New Mexico,” I said. She tapped the holographic image again, causing it to zoom in on the mountainous area of New Mexico. A name appeared unknown to me. I whispered the name, “Dulce.” I had never heard of Dulce, New Mexico. Then again I had never heard a lot about New Mexico.
Kellil waved her hand over the orb once more, and the holographic image of that asshole came up once more.