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August 5th, 2012
*Warning some content me be disturbing to some
The sheriff wondered where she lived as he thumbed through the book trying to get more information on the author. He couldn’t locate an exact location. He could only surmise from her description in the book that she was captured in a desolate place. A lot like Ed was. Sheriff Blake could only assume that the more desolate the place the less likely they, the aliens, would be spotted. But why choose who they chose to experiment on...
Back at the police department Deputy Robert “Bobby” Felles began to worry why he hadn’t heard from Ed lately. He walked over to the camera and noticed that Ed wasn’t sleeping. He was just sitting on the cold metal bench that is inside the jail cells. Concerned for his well being Bobby decided to go into the holding cells to make sure he was okay.
“Ed? Hey buddy you okay.” Felles says tapping on the metal bars with his keys. Ed just sat there humming intensely.
“Ed!” Felles shouts, “What is wrong with you.” Heeding what the sheriff told him Deputy Felles goes into another cell block and retrieves some water from the sink and returns to confront Ed.
This time Ed is standing up facing the bars. Both his hands are grasping the cold steal as he looks at Felles.
“Hi Deputy Felles”, Ed said cool, collected and calm.
“Ed what is the matter with you? I went and got you some water.” Deputy Felles hand shook as he presented the water to Ed but Ed didn’t move.
“Go on Ed, take it. I know it isn’t your beverage of choice but a little water never did anyone no harm.”, Felles said trying to ease the situation.
Ed stared at Deputy Felles. He had a slight smile to his face and cocked his head to the left. “Okay Deputy Felles, thank you for the water.” Ed reaches out and takes the cup from his hand.
Deputy Felles jumped back slightly. He was expecting Ed to do something other than grab the water but that never transpired.
Haha - Deputy Felles laughs. “Whoa, okay then, well enjoy the water Ed.” Deputy Felles said while turning to go back out to the desk.
“Oh. Deputy Felles”, Ed said, “Can you come back here for a second. I’d like to tell you something”, Ed said calmly and with a smile.
Sheriff Blake was still in his patrol car reading the book to shed more light on Ed’s situation. Ed’s awkward behavior has really concerned him. Ed’s been arrested numerous times over the years and his behavior had never been this strange. Something was going on with him, but what was it? And if aliens existed why did they pick a known drunk and petty thief to dissect. Did they know what they were getting themselves into with this one?
Towards the end of the book that Sheriff Blake was reading in fast forward mode, he caught the name Clara in the wording. He stopped suddenly on the page and began to read.
I was in an interview with them and they asked me my name, Clara I said in my haze. It was almost like a dream. Like having a flash back into my memory that is real but not quite really sure if it was for real. It seemed like they were comparing notes to what was in my memory. Reaffirming the information that they had stole from me. Clara May Hamilton is my full name. I lived in Kansas my whole life, I told them. I lived on the farm that my daddy and brothers owned tending to a large dairy farm. In the small town, I was from, there wasn’t much to do but go out in the fields, build bomb fires, drink, smoke, and have sex with other farmer boys. They seemed intrigued by my way of life. How no one took me seriously. For a girl I drank too much and smoked too much weed. It seemed that they were interested in that and I can’t figure out why. Once they confirmed the information I felt like I was indoctrinated with some of their own personal theories and beliefs. I don’t think that they expected me to remember. In all their intelligence I guess they took me for a small time idiot. If they would have delved deeper into my mind they would have scene that I skipped several grades because of my learning capacity. My father felt that since I was already born smart I didn’t need school. So he withdrew me from classes and I worked on the farm with my brothers.
I don’t think that aliens thought I had the capacity to remember. But I do. I can’t forget something so horrific like that time in wherever hell they had me in…
Sheriff Blake begins to think. Trying to connect the dots with what was going on with Ed. He then used his laptop in the car to search for any information about Clara in Kansas that he could.
Part III Is already to go...
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Take Over, Your Story Part II
The sheriff wondered where she lived as he thumbed through the book trying to get more information on the author. He couldn’t locate an exact location. He could only surmise from her description in the book that she was captured in a desolate place. A lot like Ed was. Sheriff Blake could only assume that the more desolate the place the less likely they, the aliens, would be spotted. But why choose who they chose to experiment on...
Back at the police department Deputy Robert “Bobby” Felles began to worry why he hadn’t heard from Ed lately. He walked over to the camera and noticed that Ed wasn’t sleeping. He was just sitting on the cold metal bench that is inside the jail cells. Concerned for his well being Bobby decided to go into the holding cells to make sure he was okay.
“Ed? Hey buddy you okay.” Felles says tapping on the metal bars with his keys. Ed just sat there humming intensely.
“Ed!” Felles shouts, “What is wrong with you.” Heeding what the sheriff told him Deputy Felles goes into another cell block and retrieves some water from the sink and returns to confront Ed.
This time Ed is standing up facing the bars. Both his hands are grasping the cold steal as he looks at Felles.
“Hi Deputy Felles”, Ed said cool, collected and calm.
“Ed what is the matter with you? I went and got you some water.” Deputy Felles hand shook as he presented the water to Ed but Ed didn’t move.
“Go on Ed, take it. I know it isn’t your beverage of choice but a little water never did anyone no harm.”, Felles said trying to ease the situation.
Ed stared at Deputy Felles. He had a slight smile to his face and cocked his head to the left. “Okay Deputy Felles, thank you for the water.” Ed reaches out and takes the cup from his hand.
Deputy Felles jumped back slightly. He was expecting Ed to do something other than grab the water but that never transpired.
Haha - Deputy Felles laughs. “Whoa, okay then, well enjoy the water Ed.” Deputy Felles said while turning to go back out to the desk.
“Oh. Deputy Felles”, Ed said, “Can you come back here for a second. I’d like to tell you something”, Ed said calmly and with a smile.
Sheriff Blake was still in his patrol car reading the book to shed more light on Ed’s situation. Ed’s awkward behavior has really concerned him. Ed’s been arrested numerous times over the years and his behavior had never been this strange. Something was going on with him, but what was it? And if aliens existed why did they pick a known drunk and petty thief to dissect. Did they know what they were getting themselves into with this one?
Towards the end of the book that Sheriff Blake was reading in fast forward mode, he caught the name Clara in the wording. He stopped suddenly on the page and began to read.
I was in an interview with them and they asked me my name, Clara I said in my haze. It was almost like a dream. Like having a flash back into my memory that is real but not quite really sure if it was for real. It seemed like they were comparing notes to what was in my memory. Reaffirming the information that they had stole from me. Clara May Hamilton is my full name. I lived in Kansas my whole life, I told them. I lived on the farm that my daddy and brothers owned tending to a large dairy farm. In the small town, I was from, there wasn’t much to do but go out in the fields, build bomb fires, drink, smoke, and have sex with other farmer boys. They seemed intrigued by my way of life. How no one took me seriously. For a girl I drank too much and smoked too much weed. It seemed that they were interested in that and I can’t figure out why. Once they confirmed the information I felt like I was indoctrinated with some of their own personal theories and beliefs. I don’t think that they expected me to remember. In all their intelligence I guess they took me for a small time idiot. If they would have delved deeper into my mind they would have scene that I skipped several grades because of my learning capacity. My father felt that since I was already born smart I didn’t need school. So he withdrew me from classes and I worked on the farm with my brothers.
I don’t think that aliens thought I had the capacity to remember. But I do. I can’t forget something so horrific like that time in wherever hell they had me in…
Sheriff Blake begins to think. Trying to connect the dots with what was going on with Ed. He then used his laptop in the car to search for any information about Clara in Kansas that he could.
Part III Is already to go...
https://twitter.com/FusaCmee
Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.
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