Drawn Close

Ron Koppelberger

Drawn Close

The glass container held a fog of crimson liquid, Edward Lester stared into the murkey depths of the container and grinned. The alien was only partially visible in the swirl of colored water. As he looked into the container two things happened, his eyes took on a curious amber hue and the stream of thoughts running through his mind becme muddled and distant, more like an invading presences consciousness.
He grinned again and thought about killing everyone in the lab. He saw himself standing over the bodies of the other lab assistants and he was thin, gray like the alien, dripping the crimson blood of a captive. The idea had just come to him from nowhere, "Ill kill them all!" he said aloud to himself. The misty waters in the tank swirled and swam before him and he heard a whisper, "Kill them and release me!" He stood back for a moment and looked at the container again. The eyes, the damn eyes he thought. The eyes had turned scarlet from the gentle amber hue they had been. Edward rubbed his temples and turned away. He had to get away from the invaders thoughts.
Later he would drain the tank and effectively kill the alien. No one in the lab knew about the aliens thoughts, he hoped they would be prepared for them if they came back to earth, he could only hope and pray.