Random Flash Fiction #5
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Order
Dr. Frank Sullivan looked over the crowd of hooded figures before him. He grinned madly, his eyes twinkling in the torchlight. He raised his hands high above his head to call them to order.
“My friends,” he hissed, drawing out the final syllable with an emphasis on the ‘S’ sound. He only spoke this way when in the company of his fellow shape shifters. The reptilians originally came from Mars eons ago. They had guided mankind ever since, but now there was a problem.
“Scientists are drawing ever nearer to discovering our secret,” Dr. Sullivan went on in the same tone. “We must do what we can to disrupt them. It is up to us to ensure the future of this world, and that can only be maintained if we maintain our secrecy along with it. We must unite, and sabotage the scientific method. They cannot be allowed to discover us. Question their questions, publicly decry their doubts, defy their investigations . . .”
From the other side of the one-way mirror behind Frank Sullivan, Dr. Elaine Cunningham and Dr. Chris Roberts watched Frank Sullivan with rapt attention. Frank stood over a terrarium filled with lizards, speaking to them softly. “Are you sure it’s okay for him to have pets?” Dr. Roberts asked skeptically.
“It seems to help with his therapy,” Dr. Cunningham replied. “Besides, I think Dr. Sullivan has earned some special treatment. He was a psychiatrist for thirty-four years before he developed these delusions.”
“Reptilian shape shifters . . .” Dr. Robert said with a whistle. “That’s the kind of thing you expect from your patients, but never from your colleagues.”
“Does that mean you don’t think they exist?” Dr. Cunningham asked.
Dr. Roberts raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
“I’m starting to think so,” Dr. Cunningham replied quietly. “If Dr. Sullivan’s case was the only one, I might — “ she gasped the something sharp hit her throat. She clutched at it and felt blood, just a tiny drop. She looked at Dr. Roberts with surprise, but it was not her colleague standing there, but a six-foot tall lizard man.
She collapsed, trying to speak but unable to, the poison quickly working its way through her system, preventing her from breathing. The lizard who had worn Dr. Robert’s skin walked to the door separating him from Dr. Sullivan and opened it.
“Master,” he hissed. “It’s time to go.”
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