Was what he said before he stopped doing what he was doing, putting his finally finished home work, away. He worked on a project he paid for on the internet. he paid a lot of money to take a home school course, on electricity. So here he was, home on a Saturday, and not out with the boys putting in a goods work of bar hoping. He figured at his age of 49, he could use another trade under his belt, for the future. Plus his real job is getting ready to close down, landing hundreds of people out of work.
And is he unhappy about having to stay home? YES he is . . .Him and his buddies have way to much fun when they are out together. Why it was just last week, when he happened upon an old flame, and getting to excited, he vomited on her legs, as they sat at a table talking, for the first time in a couple of years, then asked her out . . .
He would like very much to apologize, but he had to pass this one and final step and do the two last lessons and there was no two ways about it. NONE. [ People should really understand the word priorities ], it could save a lot of time and money and a whole world of things. {That is what he told his friends when they tried to coax him out for a game of pool and drinks.} He really wanted to met the perfect girl and take her for his wife, and he thought it could be her. He really liked her a lot and he knew time was out . . .
But . . .He had to build a three-way electric circuit on a board and pass this course. So there went his Saturday, home working for hours, getting this job done. He was pleased with the out-come of his home staying as all three switches worked, all the lesson were complete, the day was finally over and it seemed to last forever. Now, something was making him wait for something to happen. Even the hands on the clock did not move. He as waiting for something to happen. Every second was like five. Every minute seemed to sit still. He was tired of waiting but what was he waiting for, he did not know.
- Then a loud bolt of thunder cracked open the sky. A pickle jar fell to the floor.
- Red dust fell to the Earth. ” Smells too much like pickle.”
- Deformed bodies shaped up out of the ground. He went to where the noise was.
- They stood three feet tall and glowed a soft bright red. They saw his eyes.
- Their arm reaching down almost to their feet, each with three large claws hanging at the ends.
- As far as he could tell their heads looked as if they were on their belly.
There were five of them standing there watching him, he slowly took off all his cloths and walked outside. Uncontrollably, he laid his naked body down and waited . . .Tears rolled down the sides of his face as he listened to them, run to him. Listened while their claws scrapped along the ground. Soon they were all circled around him. Then one spread open his legs chewing and eating slowly. He could tell it ate in a selected manner, like it was only picking out the good stuff on the plate while the others waited. There were large red eyes piercing down at him and for that moment he thought he was having sex. The one would eat the scrotum, glans penis, penis glands and penis, seminal vesicle, epigastric vessels, infeior, and the testicle with the testicular vessels.
All this was to be eaten carefully not to bite or break, the piss bag. The bladder, or the organs would be poisoned and no good for the Morph. When this was finished, the others started to chew and eat him everywhere. He could feel his hot red blood, spilling out, everywhere. He watched as they chew and ate him away, he couldn’t feel anything, he couldn’t move. Then one of them took his eyes.
Now this BUGOID would need to feed on the female reproductive system. Tomorrow they would look for a healthy female specimen, but right now, the other four had to feed.
NINE DAYS
The other four wanted to return home to MARS as well. They hunted in a pack not by choise, by means of eating all the human form, leaving nothing, no remains, and it would take all five to have this done with-in the hour. everything chewed and gone like you never existed. This was to insure their safety, leaving no trace of any wrong doing. Nothing was going to stop them and time is running out. NINE DAYS LEFT.
NINE DAYS LEFT before the final stage, the last Morph HOT WHITE
Unstoppable and the end of mankind.
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