The Church of Minos #5

The following takes place after The Walrus of Death, which you can purchase HERE

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CHAPTER TWO - LITTLE GREEN MEN?
Part Three

-This is a first draft-

Though we couldn’t hear into the room, there was a speaker next to Pat, but the switch was currently resting in the off position, we could see that Officer King was speaking. The man, however, he just sat in the same way been sitting since I walked in. Left hand flat on the table, right hand clenched into a fist.

“What’s in his hand?” I asked.

“His hand?” Pat said.

“His right hand. He has it wrapped around something. That’s not a threatening gesture.”

“We don’t know,” John said. “We tried to pry his fingers open earlier, but they wouldn’t budge.”

We watched again in silence until the man began to speak, pat flipped a switch under a small speaker to the right of the window and a raspy voice crackled through.

“. . . when the men in tights run the engineering program.”

He sounded like someone who hadn’t spoken for a while, someone who had forgotten how to speak, but could still do so due to muscle memory, someone who also seemed more than a bit surprised to hear the sound of their own voice.

“The moon weeps,” he said. “Did you see it? The moon cries for all the children who have gone to bed without brushing. But no one understands that the kids would brush if the hamburger stand would just simply stop screaming. But that’s how things are nowadays, right? That’s what people do, people see, people hear and say and think and paint. Did you know that just last Thursday a penguin tried to sell me a house on Mars? Can you believe that?”

“Sir,” Officer King tried to inject but the guy was on a roll.

“I mean, Mars? Come on, everyone who’s anyone knows that the only houses worth buying these days are on Venus. I mean, think of the women.”

“Sir,” Officer King tried again.

“Hercules is a homeless man, he roams the streets with little thought for anything above the intellectual realm, and no one knows he’s even there. Why would they? After all, the Nine Realms seek their champion still. They need not look far, however. They only need to look to the grease and fat. That is where heroes dwell. But I know the secret. Only me. Only I and only me. Me and I. I and me. A, E, I, O, U. What about you? Sometimes why? But why sometimes? STOP FLUSHING THE TOILET!”

Silence. I thought that maybe I could hear a cricket. No one breathed.

Until.

“Wow,” John said.

Pat and I could only nod.

“Well, I better get this phone dusted for prints,” John said. “Of course now yours will be all over it, Chief,” he smiled.

“Couldn’t be helped, John,” she said. “Thanks.”

And with that, John left.

Officer King stood, turned, and walked over to the mirror. She was tall, almost as tall as me at six feet. She had a crooked little smile plastered on her face like she knew the punch line to a joke that the rest of the world wasn’t aware of. She also had a streak of white, about an inch thick, in her black hair. It started just above her right eyebrow and swept back to be engulfed by her bun.

For a moment, as she was looking into the mirror, our eyes met. It lasted for just an instant, but in that moment I felt as if she could actually see me there through the mirror. I’m sure she was aware that someone was there, watching, but to think that she could see me was probably due to not being fully awake quite yet.

I took a sip of the coffee and nearly moaned with pleasure.

“Let’s start with your name again,” Officer King said. Then she turned back to the man.

The man did not respond.

“Your name?” Officer King said. “What is your name?”

“The snakes are everywhere,” he said. “Elephants wearing trousers and spinning records on the sun.”

“Tell me again about your girlfriend,” Officer King said, ignoring the man’s ramblings.

“Maggie?” The man said. “Maggie Keaton. They came from the earth and took her. Little green men. Red mist. They took her down with them!”

“Little green men?” I said.

Pat switched off the speaker.

“Aliens,” she said.

“No, he said ‘little green men’. Has he mentioned aliens at all, or has it always been little green men?”

Pat flipped through the file folder.

“From Officer King’s original statement it says: ‘They came from the earth and took her. Little green men. Red mist. They took her down with them’.”

“The same thing he just said. The exact words,” I said.

“Yeah,” Pat said. “Aliens.”

“No, not aliens, Pat. Not aliens at all.”

She turned to me, a quizzical look on her face.

“It makes sense, his behavior, little green men coming out of the earth. I know what took Maggie Keaton.”

“What?”

“Goblins.”

Here ends Chapter Two



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