The Alien Artifact 7

by V Bertolaccini

  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!

  Chapter 4

  The Gunmen

  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.

  Chapter 5

  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 wi
nked 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?

  Chapter 6

  The Secretary

  “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.

  “Dave Cameron!”

  “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?”

  “Yes! Why?”

  “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.

  Chapter 7

  The House

  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!