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The Tower
The third chapter of a complete Amateur free sci-fi / horror story
By Dean Thorpe

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Chapter 3

11:45

Back in to the tower I had gone. This time it was for Amygees, which is the language that the alien's use when they are not talking telepathically. I had always been bad at languages, but Amygees was not like any other. The whole language was made up of different notes and each had a different meaning. It was a nightmare of a language. I knew people who had been badly beaten because of whistling a tune which unknown to them was insulting to the aliens. The teacher was alien and every time anybody made a mistake he gave me a look that could kill. Like all of the aliens he was very tall and thin with big black elliptical eyes. He had been dressed in normal human clothes to try to put us at ease, but with his grey skin and those piecing eyes we just could not relax.

I keep referring to the aliens as he's, but in fact this is not true as they are both sexes within one body. The result is a species that even if one alien got trapped away from the others it could still procreate. I find this very scary especially when the whole gestation cycle only lasts six weeks.

I was very pleased when this class was over. As we were leaving the room the teacher had handed out an information sheet telling us that we would be having a mock exam next week. This was definitely the last thing I needed to hear at the moment.

12:30

The next class was average as it was English. I had hated English at school, but now I needed it to get the job I wanted. We were set a piece of work to write an essay about how life would have been at the college fifty years ago. This I found interesting as it let my imagination run wild. What would life really have been like back then? Yes I had read books on the past, but what was it really like. All the books I had read on the subject were ones written by people commissioned by the government and were tame watered down versions of the events that had happened. Back then there was so much more freedom of speech. Now you have to watch your back twenty-four hours a day just in case they are watching you. Every where you went you had to have your retina scanned to get in and so they knew exactly where you have been going and what you have been doing. I can not imagine what it would have been like to be able to just go out and do things. I heard my Nan and Granddad talking one day and they said that you used to be able to go into shops and buy books written by different people. I do not know whether to believe them as it does sound a bit far fetched to me. I sat there for a while and tried to think about the past. It seemed so much brighter than it was now. Back then what did they have to worry about. In comparison to today's huge problems things like AIDS, a little bit of global warming and even their insignificant wars seem pretty pathetic. I wish I had been born back then in the 20th century. It sounded much more interesting than life today. I do like something's about the world today, especially my computer as it is much faster than they could ever have imagined back then and I do not think I could cope with any less than a couple of hundred terra bytes of RAM. I entered a few pages of text into my terminal and then I sat there just looking out the window for the rest of the lesson. The tower dominated the view. You just could not get away from it. All of the other buildings in Bexatonia were only small as it was so hard for humans to get planning permission for anything over four floors tall and this meant you could see the tower from almost anywhere in the town. The bell had already gone and I made my way back out of the classroom and towards the tower for my next class.

14:00

On the way through the long dimly lit corridors I saw the teacher from my Amygees course and a smart looking student arguing. The student was complaining that he had been kicked off of the course because of him and that it was not fair. The student was acting really aggressively and offensively towards the alien and when the alien tried to restrain him he hit out. My teacher fell backwards cutting his head open on the cold steel edge of the stairs. Pale yellow blood came running down his face and started to spread all over his clothes. The teacher looked dazed and I went to help him up. He had not done anything to me and I could have done with a way of getting in with the teacher of my hardest lesson, especially with a mock exam coming up so soon after arriving. As I helped him up he span round and his arm extended to over twice its normal length and hit the student in the chest with a crunch of broken ribs. The student flew through the air and hit the wall and I heard the horrible sound of his spine breaking. His body fell to the floor twisted and broken. I had never seen anything like it. His body was smashed and yet he was still alive and screaming out in total agony. The teacher walked over to him and he looked at the poor student as if he was looking at a piece of dog shit on the bottom of his shoe. He then put his fist straight through his head as if it was not even there. His face was a total mess and what was left of his brains were dripping slowly down the wall behind him. The aliens arm returned to its normal size and he just turned around and thanked me for helping him up. I barely heard a word he was saying as I was in total shock. There were a few of the other students that had been hanging around crying loudly. How could that teacher have done that to him? Yes he had attacked him, but was that any reason to kill him like that. I knew that this would be covered up like the other incidents I had heard rumours about and that the best thing I could do was get to my next class and pretend I had not seen anything. I went back to the tower and made my way up to room 1701 and waited for the teacher to arrive. Nothing was said about what had happened. The other students were acting as if they had not seen anything at all. I wished I could be like them, but I could not as I needed answers and knew I would not be happy until I had them. The class was just more of the same rubbish that we had done earlier. So when I had finished my work I started to work out how to hack into their computer system. I was lucky in that my monitor faced away from the teachers and the other students were too busy to notice what I was doing. I got past the password system quickly and then started to browse through the files on there. I knew I could not spend to long doing this so I copied a couple of dozen terra bytes of data onto my disks and got out as quickly as I could. I knew I would have plenty of time to go though the files as soon as I got home. The final bell rung and I started to pack my things away.

15:30

On my way out of the college my form tutor came up to me and warned me not to talk to anybody about what I had seen. He said that he knew of at least twenty students that had been killed and at least the same again that had vanished. I tried asking him why nothing had been done about it and he just said that if it was just his job at risk he would, but they would have killed him.

I quickly made my way home and went straight to my room. After all the stress of the day I decided to lay on the bed and relax for a while.

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