The Light: An Alien Abduction by Michael L. Thal

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- The Light: An Alien Abduction

The Light: An Alien Abduction (Book Excerpt)
by Michael L. Thal

Page 9 of 13

Lewis watched his brother dress in a white T-shirt and navy blue Docker jeans, the same outfit he wore when he greeted Lewis at his front door. How many hours or days had passed? Lewis wasn't handed his clothes. Instead he dressed in a lavender tunic, which grabbed his chest like a vise. The black shorts barely contained his gut, which rolled over the buttons that ribbed the waistline. He felt constrained and uncomfortable. The dark brown socks and boots were the only garments that fit well. When he exited the rectangular room, Lewis curiously glanced back over his shoulder. He thought that the room was the same one he walked into, but this one had the decor of a bedroom. Peda gave some directions to Selva and marched off in the opposite direction.

As the twins followed Selva, the reality of their situation was sinking in like a dead weight. Lewis studied his brother walking at his side. He felt a chilling sense of loss. He would do anything to see his beloved son or listen to the hideous screams of his wife. He recalled the long hikes Joshua and he had taken through the local canyons near their Los Angeles home. He worried about Joshua's education and moral development. Lana wasn't capable of inspiring the greatness that Lewis saw dormant in his son. Who would be there for him?

They walked through long corridors, which snaked around the ship in a pattern that made sense only to its engineers. Finally, Selva arrived at a door that opened after he pressed a series of buttons. The room was more like a cubicle with a bench jutting out from one wall. A table appeared to have been part of the floor but molded like clay away from the other molecules to form a stand that served a multitude of purposes. Portions of the upper wall space and ceiling illuminated art effects of three-dimensional geometric shapes. In one corner was a star that seemed to be in the throes of explosion, which then imploded upon itself, reverting back to a peaceful state.

Lela walked into the room from an adjacent area that Lewis hadn't noticed upon first inspection. She stood by the doorway, standing tall with a stately air of dominance. Her long orange hair was braided in knots similar to the way Black women plaited their hairdos and hung elegantly to her waist with shining gems dispersed through the braids to reflect the light of the room. The rainbow effect added to the regality of her presence. She wore a pale green negligee that exposed her abundant cleavage.

"You must excuse my informality in receiving you. These are my off-duty hours and I don't like to wear my uniform when it's not necessary."

In their youth the Lath boys prayed for a female like this one. She looked like the Goddess Venus, primed to satisfy their sexual fantasies. However, the men were consumed by their imminent loss. Their faces maintained blank stares into a reality for which neither one was prepared.

Lela had a curious shadow cross her brow. She hadn't expected this reception from them. All the literature that she read about Earthmen contradicted this reaction. She shrugged her shoulders and made a mental note to speak to Peda.

"Within the next hour we will be leaving Earth orbit and will venture to another part of this galaxy. We have room for one of you and have chosen Lewis. Steven will be returned to the spot where our Light enveloped him."

Lewis felt his heart pounding and sweat poured from his body. "You can't do this to me! What about my son? What do you want from me?" His voice weakened as his body shuddered after Selva sprayed him with the white bottle.

Ignoring the brief commotion, Lela continued, "According to the Psychotron scan, you are members of the Jewish sect. Our cultural library indicates that when one brother dies, the other would take over his obligations.

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