The Last Sunrise

Michael had been researching the conspiracy theory for years now. There was every chance aliens walked the earth, he just needed to get enough research together to prove his point. There was no way that humans were the only race that walked the earth, there had to be some kind of alternate race of beasts that hid amongst normal bodies. He was deep in his research, as he sat in the back of the taxi he looked through some of the documents he had saved from the night before, there was some remarkably interesting information on the internet. He looked up sharply as his taxi driver took another quick turn, he was driving faster than he should be, Michael took a deep breath- he only had a few minutes, and he would be at his destination.

He had wanted to go to the museum for a few years now, it had all kinds of artifacts that could help him prove his theory- he wasn’t sure of all of the details, for example how they managed to get down to earth in the first place, or how they disguised themselves. He thought of his office at home and how there were hundreds of diagrams and drawings all over the walls detailing his different theories. He had spent his life building up a solid base for what he wanted to show the world, this would be a crucial step towards making sure the world opened their eyes and saw what they had been blind to all along. The taxi driver was getting sloppier with his driving, so when the car finally came to a stop, Michael let out a long breath of relief.

He stepped out of the taxi and was rather surprised to see the driver do the same, he pulled a ten dollar bill from his wallet and handed it over, smiling warmly and waiting for his driver to leave. But he didn’t, he didn’t move a singular inch as he stared at Michael with rather vacant eyes. The next few seconds seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The taxi driver jumped for him, taking a handful of Michael’s hair in his fist and dragging him down to the floor and pummeling his head in. He tried to grab for his wallet but Michael moved his hand just in time. He screamed for help but there was nobody around, the street was desolate- they were completely and utterly isolated. He felt his body slam into the pavement as the taxi driver wrapped his fists around his neck. He managed to scramble free and began to run in the opposite direction…every part of him was shaking in fear.

His feet pounded the ground, the cobble stones seemed to flee every time he stepped on them, he had no idea what had just happened- the taxi driver had snapped out of nowhere, he hadn’t seemed like an aggressive man at the start but Michael supposed you could never be too careful when it came to the people you surround yourself with. He could barely breathe, when he first saw the outline of the taxi driver behind him, he knew he was in a significant amount of danger. After running until he felt as if he was about to collapse, he turned around and grabbed the driver, the only way to solve this was to get the taxi driver on the floor long enough for him to call the authorities .

He grabbed the man and pulled him downwards, he paused as he heard footsteps behind him and saw two police officers. He was rather relieved until he realized how the situation had looked…he had tackled the man in front of the officers, they had no idea what the situation was or who had attacked who. The officers dragged Michael from the taxi diver and handcuffed him, he wanted to tell them what had happened but he couldn’t piece the words together. “Sir, this man said you refused to pay him and attacked him.” The officer said sternly. Michael shook his head but couldn’t get the words out, he was shaking too violently-he wasn’t helping himself in the slightest. The next hour went relatively quickly, before he knew it he was being hauled away to a mental asylum- he didn’t even get a court case, he was speechless. They searched his home on suspicion of insanity, they found all of his theories about demons and hauled him away almost instantly.

He continued researching while he was stuck in the asylum, he hated it there- he felt like he was the only sane person but nobody would listen. He started to explore this theories while he was locked up In his room, one of the main theories he had come up with could be researched while he was in the room. He had developed his first conspiracy a few years ago and had been working on it ever since, it was the idea that everybody who was in high power was an alien- it would make sense for the aliens to slowly take over the positions of anyone who was superior- doctors, police officers, government officials…they could control whatever they wished simply with a few words if they were in such high positions. He tried to catch the employees out multiple times, which only made him look more insane but he didn’t care- if he could somehow prove that aliens were real then he would have completed his life in every way.

Aliens were intelligent beings, they could easily disguise themselves but there was always something that gave them away, whether it was an odd mannerism or a hidden tail…there was always something they didn’t have the power to control. He had tried everything, peeking at their scrubs to check for tails or hidden limbs that were laying dormant under the thin fabric. He tried his hardest to watch their mannerisms but nothing seemed odd apart from the occasional twitch every now and then, but that was an entirely normal reaction for the human body. He began to want to give up until the crucial turning point, finally he spotted something abnormal in one of the doctors. He had to have weekly check ups to make sure his mental wellbeing was okay, he was enjoying working here if he was honest. He dropped his glass of water on the floor and it smashed, the doctor jumped and just for a second his eyes flashed a deep black, it encircled his whole eye for just a second- if Michael had blinked then he would have missed it. The doctor was speaking but Michael wasn’t registering any of the words coming out of his mouth, it was true- it was all true…everything he had been working on was real. He ran from the room, hearing the aliens shouts of protests. It all made sense now, he started to think more deeply into the asylum he was in. People had been disappearing, every now and then they would take people from the dining hall to ‘meet with the professionals’ but now he thought about it, he hadn’t seen any of those people in a while.

He shut himself in his room, acted as normal as possible and waited for night to come. When he was sure nobody would come into his room, he used the pencils on his desk to try and undo the vent from the ceiling, it took a while but when he finally got it open he was happier than ever. He needed to explore the facility and see what the aliens were really up to. They were running this asylum and probably half of the other important buildings…he crawled through the vents trying to breathe in as little dust as possible. He didn’t want to think about the last time the vents were cleaned. He reached a part of the vents where he could hear noise…it was talking, he didn’t know how many people were there but he kept crawling until he could look down through the air vent. He saw doctors dressed in lab coats, his heart stopped when he saw that they had serpent like tongues, their eyes were black- it looked like they let out their disguises a little when nobody else was around. He waited for the corridor to clear and without further thought jumped down. His heart was going one million miles per hour, everything in his body was full of adrenaline- he could get caught at any moment, he didn’t want to know what would happen if the aliens found out he knew more than he should. He went into the first room he saw, it was very high tech. His breath hitched at what he saw, hundreds of human bodies were strung up, in odd machines-they looked like they were still breathing but they were lifeless. Their chests were riding and falling but they were as pale as could be, like all the blood had been drained from them. The aliens were harvesting something from them, it was an odd yellow liquid-he wasn’t sure what it was, and he didn’t care.

They were using mental institutions as a place to harvest human beings, he had no doubt they would tell the families that these people had killed themselves as a simple cover up. The door behind him began to open, Michael leapt behind a beam- if he were caught then it would be the end, they would murder him and the rest of the world would never know the truth about the aliens that inhabited the earth.

“We don’t have enough of them, we have to quicken the process- who is next on the list? The voice sounded almost robotic, as he peaked around the beam he saw that it was the doctor from earlier. He was accompanied by one of the nurses whose eyes were now a dark blue all over. “We have four to do tomorrow.” She began to read the list, Michael froze as his name was read out. They were planning on stringing him up like the rest of these people…he couldn’t even bare the idea. He waited for them to leave and then snuck back into his room- he didn’t dare fall asleep, in case they took him in the night. When they were called for breakfast the next morning, he was shaking with anticipation- he knew that in order to end this once and for all he would have to kill the leader. He listened to the conversation between the doctor and the nurse for a little longer before leaving last night, all of these aliens stemmed off their leader- if their leader was to die then they would all die with him. He had to find a way to get into the wardens office, if he manages to kill the leader then maybe the world would finally be safe from the evil of the aliens. They were killing innocent human beings, people that were sick and needed help were being used as storage containers for whatever the aliens were trying to harvest from their bodies.

He needed to get to the leader…but he needed to be taken there, there was no way they would let him see the leader for no good reason- they would surely know something was wrong. He knew he needed to create such a scene that they thought it would be the only way…he walked into the dining room acting like his normal self, he ate his meal and read from a book just like he normally did at mealtimes. He hadn’t made friends with any of the other occupants, he was far too busy working on his new theory. He stood up and immediately threw himself onto the floor below, he faked a seizure, forcing his body to shake unwillingly. He began to fear they would take him straight to the harvesting room if he appeared ill, but when he saw he was being transported to the leaders office, he knew he had succeeded. He laid in the bed for a while until the leader walked into the room, he opened his eyes and acted as groggy as he could.

“Ah, you are awake.” The leader said cheerfully. “You had a seizure and they wanted to make sure you were okay, you were just resting here.” Michael wrapped his fist around the knife that he had grabbed from the table before falling to the floor-he was shaking violently, he had to keep reminding himself that he was killing an alien and not a human being. The leader sat on the bed and looked down sympathetically, of course it was all fake. Before he could think about it too much, he drove the knife upwards into the leaders rib cage. His eyes flashed black and Michael jumped up, looking down upon the alien he had killed. He watched as the nurse outside the office collapsed onto the floor. The sirens started whirring, there was no way he could assume all of the aliens had died so he ran from the room, nobody was around, all of the staff were laying lifelessly on the floor and as he ran from the asylum doors into the street, tears streaming down his eyes he couldn’t breathe- every single person in the street was laying lifelessly on the floor…

He was the only human, and this was THE LAST SUNRISE.