LET E.T. RIDE

Published by Dwayne Albert Bearup at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Dwayne Albert Bearup

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“Mister Wilson?  I’m Doctor Peterson.  The nurse tells me you believe you may have contracted a parasite of some kind?”
“Of some kind?  What are you, blind?  Look at me!”
“There’s no call for rudeness sir, nor for ventriloquism.  I can only help you if you can tell me what’s wrong… though I must say I see no outward signs of any parasite.  Is it under the johnny?”
“Under the… look Doc, that’s not my name but I guess you could say it’s under me.  It won’t let me do anything, go anywhere I want to go.  I’m only here because it wouldn’t go where I told it to.  And I can hear it trying to think—a task for which it is tremendously ill-equipped I might add.”
“I… I don’t follow you, Mister Wilson.  Why don’t you just lay down and let me take a look at you, hmm?”
“Listen, Doc, I’m trying to tell you, it won’t obey my commands.  I’ve been trying to get this lummox to turn around and walk me back to my ship for days but it won’t cooperate.  When I realized it had brought me to this primitive medical facility I was terrified—I’ve seen your species’ movies—but now I understand you may be my only hope of getting free of this body and going home.”
“What is… Mr. Wilson, what is wrong with your hair?”  As his patient’s toupee rippled Peterson stepped back in alarm and reached behind his back for the door knob.  Unable to lay his questing fingers upon it he tried to turn his head, but found himself unable to move.
“Don’t bother trying to run, Doc,” the parasite said as it moved to the front of Mr. Wilson’s skull, its tendrils pulling out of his brain with a wet slurp.  “I can control you from here.”
As Wilson’s now lifeless body crumpled, the parasite sprang forward, and Peterson received one last, ecstatic thought:  “The boys on Tau Ceti were right… the smart ones are definitely easier to tame!”

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