Explain This, Darwin

But there it was, still trying to catch up with me, in this dismal alleyway. It seemed like the faster I tried to run, the slower I became. Just like in your typical nightmare.

Though this seemed so much worse.

In fact, it was.

Somehow, I felt my hair begin to lengthen itself; grow, as I ran. I could feel the roots begin to stretch themselves out, like they were endlessly being pulled from my scalp. I myself was never able to grab my hair- it was always buzzed. I had no real way to even try to explain what was going on. I looked away from the blurs of everything I ran past, and glanced down. My hair had reached my elbows.

It was getting so much closer, that I could feel it, smell it. I tried to ask what it wanted with me, but my lips didn't agree with my thoughts. I had no idea how I had ended up in the alley to begin with, but that didn't matter now. I was in a hotel complex. By now, all my hair had fallen out.

Everything was blurry, and all the colors in the room began to blend. No matter how many times I blinked, it felt as though gravity was pulling down on my eye lids, and forcing them to close. I dragged my sluggish feet along the worn carpet. The hallway seemed like it would never end. As I stumbled past each guest room, I heard the locks on all the doors click into place; like they knew I was coming.

But I didn't want to hurt anybody. All I wanted was to go back to bed, but that didn't seem very possible.

I neared the end of the hallway, and found myself in what seemed like a 1950's diner. All the walls were covered in red square tiles. I stopped moving. My legs were numb -almost comfortably- and it was no use trying to run any farther. All I wanted to do was go home, and sleep. I looked to my left, and saw a booth with an elderly man facing away with his head buried in a news paper. He turned around slowly in his seat.

"Sooooo, sunnnnnyyy. I hope you don't miss your friends and family too much". He stopped. he glared at me, and as I stared at him longer, the red paint on the walls began to melt into blood. As the blood ran off the walls, it revealed a sort of green, thick, substance.

The old man was gone, and so was the rest of the diner. Now, I was all alone. Naked.

I squinted, wondering what happened to the old man. Why would he just leave like that?

This new place I was at.

It felt.

Different.

There was just one light. It was coming from behind me. It was so bright that my eyes began to water, even while they were closed.

I knew I was on display.

I knew that I was feeling the last of my human existence.

I wished that old man would have helped me.

OPEN.

My eye opened so forcefully, that it caused the rest of my body to spasm on the table as I saw the others come and clamp me down. I heard a sound. It was so vile, so melancholy. It made me scream louder.

Oh...
That sound was me to begin with. It sounded like it was some sort of beast- like a dinosaur- feeling more pain than anyone could have imagined; screaming. I scared myself.

Again, I was in the diner with the old man. Everything had gone back to being quite.

Very, very, still.

The old man this time was sitting at the counter. He put down his cup of coffee and turned to face me.

"You know who I am?" He just sat there, staring blankly.

I didn't respond. I couldn't. It was like I no longer knew how.

As he spoke, his words were mumbled together, and hard to tell apart. It seemed as though he were melting.

"You're gone...it's all overrr. They're wrongggg. SSSEee..I-um...uu..um...de-paaast-u-naaver...willll-gett. Jamieee. Nev..."

Gone. I took one last good look at the diner I stood in. If only I had known that this was always beautiful.

Spawn 6-6-1 sat up on the operating table. The procedure had gone better than expected. The hair removal, organ transplant, and brain enhancements, and all other procedures had been completed. Captain Nors looked at what his surgeons had been able to master.

He spoke. 'Finally. Finally, we have done what we have been trying to do for my entire lifetime. Now, since we know we can abduct other life forms and transform them, the Parlello race shall never end."

Spawn 6-6-1 looked at Captain Nors. If only he knew. If only Nors knew how wrong he was.

"Where the hell am I?" Jamie thought. He looked down at his arms. The green skin of his pulsated as he watched the blood flow. "Oh dear God. That old man wasn't kidding."