The sun had just come up and the shadows were still long across the landscape.
It
was early in the morning. Tony always got up early when
he went out to look for cans. He knew of at least three
other caners in the area who were also looking for cans
and would grab them all up for their selves if he did
not get started before dawn. Of course Tony kept all the
cans for himself too.
Today
Tony was looking for cans along the train tracks. His
large plastic bag was almost half full with mostly still
damp beer cans people had left behind after a night of
partying out here where there was not one to check IDs.
He
found the cans one at a time for the most part. Then he
came across a pile of beer cans along the side of the
tracks. He placed his bag down and started to flatten the
cans underneath his worn out dusty shoes.
As
he picked up the cans he notice a dead cat. It seem to
have just died. The blood was still fresh around it. It
looked as if it was gutted.
Tony
picked his bag back up and walked on. Very shortly he
came across another dead cat. Then another. Then there
was a spot along the tracks where there was about three
or four more dead cats lying around. Tony
was wondering why there should be so many dead cats in
one spot. His wondering was interrupted by the sound of
something running toward him. He turned around.
The
only thing he saw before he died was the large yellow
teeth wrapping their selves around his face.
The
creature was spitting out blood as it ran along side the
tracks. It had eaten too much and was feeling sick. The
was sun was up and it was afraid. It always stayed
hidden in the bushes in the daylight so no one would see
it.
It
ran across the tracks and got behind the bushes where he
had been hiding since he came to this place.
A
train drove by the bushes a little while later. As the
creature watched the train cars drive by it dozed off to
an uneasy sleep. It dreamed of home.
The
police picked up the pieces of the dead tramp and carried them away
in plastic bags. They looked at all the dead cats and decided that a
pack of dogs had killed the cats and the tramp looking
for cans had also been attacked by the dogs.
The
owner of the dead cat disagreed. She told the policemen
that the dead cats and the man could have only been
killed by a group of satanists. She told them that they should not be
blinded by the Devil. That all good Christians knew the works of the
Devil. And she was a good Christian.
The
policemen told her that they will put it down in their
report.
For
the next week the policemen would crack each other up by
doing imitations of the woman.
As
the creature laid behind the bushes it dreamed of home. It dreamed it
was home again. It was back in it's hut with it's mother and sisters
and brothers. Outside the window of the hut the two suns shined
brightly. It was never dark at home.
It
enjoyed the dreams of home and often was sad upon
awakening from them.
At
the church bake sale Karen Toseli told everyone about
how demon worshipers killed her cats. She told about how
demon worshipers needed good Christian cats in order to
do their evil rites against good people like herself.
The
new preacher tried to get Karen to calm down. She was
frightening the children with her talk of demons and the
end of the world coming soon.
She
told him that she was doing God's work and if he was a good Christian
he would be warning people there about the demons around
and among them.
She
told the preacher that the Devil made him blind to the truth and that
he had no business being a preacher.
After
she walked away from him she stop to shake the dust off her shoe.
Just like they said to do in the Bible when leaving unbelievers.
It
had a nightmare. It dreamed about the weird people who
caught him in a net and put it into a cage. It dreamed
about being in a darkroom wondering what was going to
happen. Then the flash of light and then the fire. It dreamed of
running away from the wreckage of the spacecraft. The
horror of finding itself on a strange unknown world. The
horror of not knowing the way back home.
When
the creature awoke it was dark again. It hated the dark.
But the dark was the only time it could roam around free
without being seen. The weird upright creatures here
frighten it and it wanted to avoid them. The
creature walked along the train track. It was hoping to
find some more of the small furry animals to eat. The
large weird creature he ate tasted terrible.
It
heard the meow of a cat. It ran toward the sound. Suddenly a loud
blast filled the air. It fell across the train tracks dead. A large
shotgun wound across it's chest.
A
few minutes later the police came out and found Karen
carrying around a shotgun. She told them that she shot
the demon the satanists called up. She then started to meow like a
cat.
She
was going to tell them about how she got the demon to come to her by
making cat noises but they were not listening to her anymore.
They
took the shotgun away from her and drove her to the
mental hospital. They told the doctor that she was
meowing like a cat and waving around a shotgun.
A
train ran over the body of the creature. The rats took care of the
rest. There was nothing after awhile except for bones for anyone to
find. That is if anyone cared to go looking for the demon that Karen
Toseli kept ranting about.
On
a planet far from Earth a mother wonders whatever happen
to it's youngest offspring. The other mothers of
the village warn their small ones to beware of the
strange creatures from beyond who would take them away
from their home.
THE
END
Copyright 2015 By Teel.
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