Continued from Copy Cat Earth – 1: The Spaceship Crash

Is that a human?” Daisy asked.

“I have no idea.” I said.

We both walked up to the slimy green mass hanging ever so ungracefully out of the bottom of what appeared to be a spaceship. It had a large glass dome in the shape of half of a giant egg. The glass dome sat on a flat, yet still egg-shaped, blue-black, metal base. The base had air thrusters underneath that still steamed a bit. Wet, sputtering air shot out intermittently. When it did, it sizzled and puffed, like a pop of steam.

The green mass—apparently alive—wriggled every time the air shot out. Finally, I noticed it was slowly slipping out of what appeared to be a door in the bottom of the ship.

“Is that an arm?” Daisy pointed to a very arm-like appendage.

I shrugged, which was pretty impressive since I’m not often speechless. I moved toward the green mass.

“Poke it.” Daisy commanded.

“You poke it.” I replied.

Daisy tried to stick out her tongue at me again and I prepared to yank it out when she did. But, she stopped mid-pucker when the green slimy mass hanging from the spaceship grunted and moved. Instead of a tongue, out of Daisy’s mouth exploded an ear-numbing shriek. “Ew! Its head. Its head!”

Sure enough, when I looked at the slimy green thing, a head poked out of the part closest to the bottom. I expected an alien. But what I saw was a boy, or something like one.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

The boy groaned. Then, out of the slimy green thing, which I realized was a creepy suit of some kind; the whole boy dropped out onto the ground like a new calf being born. His body was crumpled and bent and he was covered with sweat. He looked about fifteen.

I saw he was not a mutilated mess after all, so I offered him my hand. However, suddenly recovered from her revulsion, Daisy jumped in front of me and lifted the boy up all on her own. He slumped dizzily, so I lent a hand. But, trust me. I would have rather let Daisy try to do it all on her own since she apparently thought she could.

“Who are you?” Daisy asked, taking over the situation without my permission.

The boy groaned again.

“He’s still practically unconscious, Daisy. Let’s sit him down.” I suggested.

Since someone besides us was involved, Daisy and I collaborated and propped the boy up against a tree. He looked mostly human except for a green twinge to his skin. I thought it might be left over from the suit, but I wasn’t sure. But then, he opened his eyes and I knew he wasn’t human. The boy’s eyes were like a cat. The irises were purple but the pupil was that long expanding line that is characteristic of a feline.

The boy wore clothes unlike mine. But, for all intents and purposes, they still looked rather like jeans and a t-shirt. Creepy!

“What’s your name?” Daisy asked.

The boy looked at her with his freaky feline eyes. Then, he mumbled something. “Hglug.”

“Can I call you Glug, then?”

“Daisy, seriously, that’s not his name.” I said.

“Hglug.” The boy said again. Then, he managed a half-smile. He looked back and forth at both of us in a deliberate way. It was like he was trying to process what he was seeing. Then, he pointed to his chest weakly, his arm and hand trembling. “Hglug.”

Daisy dropped to her knees. “No!” she cried. Then, I saw what she saw. I saw what Hglug meant. The boy was pointing to a growing purple stain in the center of his chest. It wasn’t red, but it was definitely blood. I found myself mouthing the word, “no” as well.

Glug tried to smile, but I knew he wasn’t going to make it. He looked me in the eyes and then he died. How I knew he died I can’t explain, but the boy was dead.

“Close his eyes Daze.”

Without argument, Daisy reached up and pushed his eye lids shut. Shocker! But that was the last time she would cooperate for a good long time.

“We have to bury him.” I said after only a few seconds.

“No,” Daisy replied. “We have to get help.”

“Um, no, crazy girl. If we get help then his spaceship and his body will be dissected and ruined forevermore by the world of science. I won’t let you go get help.”

Following my argument, I gave Daisy a look that said, “Mess with me and you die.” Apparently she wasn’t convinced. She jumped up and tried to dart around me. I turned, dove after her and grabbed her ankle. She crashed into the dirt and leaves of the forest floor.

“Let me go!” she screamed.

Never!

Daisy fought and screamed. She freed one ankle from my grasp only for me to grab the other one. She kicked me and called me names—none of which will be mentioned. I finally threatened to spit on her and she quieted down real quick.

“We’re going to bury Glug and then we’re going to check out his spaceship. Got it?” I said.

Daisy glared at me. It was a death look worthy of the world’s worst villain. Then she nodded. So, I carefully let her go. She stood and went back to stand by Glug. “Where should we bury him?” she asked.

I looked around. Under where the spaceship had crashed in the trees, was a small crater made by falling debris. “There.” I pointed.

Daisy agreed to stay with Glug while I ran to get a shovel. When I got back, she had dragged Glug’s body toward the house, determined to get help. I wrestled her down again and at last she helped me bury Glug. We packed the dirt down tight, prayed over the poor alien-boy’s soul and sad family somewhere in the universe, and then turned our attention to the spaceship. Awesome!

The spaceship, up close, was a work of art—even though it was banged up. It was too big for Daisy and I to pull down from the tree. So, after covering my hands with some big leaves from a nearby elephant tree—that’s what we called it because the leaves were so big—I carefully extracted the mucous-like, green, slimy suit and tried to climb up inside the bottom trap door. I was immediately hindered, as Daisy pulled me back and jumped up first. I was not going to let that happen, so I grabbed her feet and pulled her back down. At last, we attempted to squeeze up through the trap door at the same time.

I should have let her go first. I haven’t been that close to my sister—ever.

The inside of the spaceship was simple. There was one chair—which Daisy and I fought over sitting in. Daisy ended up on the floor and me in the chair. The only complicated stuff was the control panel. It was about two feet deep and reached half-way around the ship. It slanted up away from me toward the glass. I thought I could probably figure out the buttons except the fact that all the language markings looked like chicken scratches—literally.

“Let me try.” Daisy said.

Before I could stop her hand, Daisy hit three buttons: a pink one, a yellow one, and a large blue one in the shape of a cloud. The combination was a mystery, but it did something the two of us will never forget. The pink button shut the bottom trap door. The yellow button fired up some blinking lights. The blue button filled the entire inside of the ship with a green gas and then—yep, it fired the thrusters and before I even had time to blink, Daisy and I were skyrocketing up into the sky.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Daisy said.

I knew what she meant. The pressure on my body was so powerful I couldn’t look around or move without getting dizzy and my muscles burning.

“…Shouldn’t have hit the buttons…” I managed to grunt, but it was hard because I had to flex my stomach muscles in order to stay alive.

“…Too late…now…” Daisy squeaked.

Up into the sky we went. Afternoon sunlight turned dark as night. Friction and heat pushed against the egg-shaped dome. I gave into the pressure, ducked my head, and closed my eyes.

Read Chapter Three: Unexpected Takeoff