Dave Cameron and the Extraterrestrial

  Dave Cameron

  and the Extraterrestrial

  V Bertolaccini

  This edition published 2015 by CB

  This is a Smashwords edition 2015

  Copyright Victor Bertolaccini

  ISBN: 978-1-3100-4374-1

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  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Prologue

  The Interdimensional Extraterrestrial

  The IE altered its composition as it unsuccessfully tried to leave the confines of the universe, and its shape glowed and vanished into powerful bright explosions of energy, blasting out from its exploding spacecraft, as its fight for survival began.

  For the first time in its existence it felt pain and saw death, and its formation constantly altered as it controlled its individual parts to a degree of individual cells, stopping itself being absorbed and destroyed by the colossal infernal.

  In horror it felt its destruction but finally a hole formed in the mass of energy, which had been its form of space vehicle it had used to enter this world with, and it grasped the opportunity with all it could muster and formed itself into a flying formation, it had seen in another dimension, and it darted out of the colossal energy into the dark night of the world.

  The cold outer world was unrecognizable to it and it was left staggered by its dangers and as it monitored its formation’s fight to repair itself it considered how the occurrence could possibly have occurred, and it felt satisfaction from its body as it completed repairing a major region of damage to it.

  It eventually was able to alter to an extraterrestrial humanoid formation, it had intended to alter to on arrival at the Earth, and it gained more of its normal powers, and it managed to adapt to the surrounding environment, and it shifted into the long black shadows of unknown tree formations like a transparent ghost monster lurking around, transforming shapes and appearances in regions of it, and it temporary stopped astounded by the event as it considered what had happened and that it was trapped on a desolate region in a strange universe, in a strange combination of strange dimensions, without any communications to its own universe, without anything else like it being in the surrounding space, and it began to contemplate the real dangers to its survival and eternal life and it began to contemplate how it could survive on the world without its more advanced technology, which it had never been without or even heard of occurring.

  Its species was so ancient it could not even believe it had a beginning source! It had been contacted by an unknown form of communication, from the unknown universe, from the strange unknown species of Earth humanoids, and it had been chosen by its species to make contact on behalf of its species, and it too had not fully grasped the extraordinary universe, and some of Earth’s extraordinary technology as it never worked in its universe, and it had been disorientated on its entry to the universe and it had made the fatal mistake of forming its spacecraft into a human space rocket formation in orbit over the Earth and it had been detected and attacked.

  It was trapped out on a strange celestial object with unknown new life forms and it realized it had to fight to survive further than it had ever done before and it wondered if it could, and it realized it would be detected on the world and it fought to escape from the vicinity of its exploding spacecraft.

  The moon shifted overhead as its monster shape staggered through the small wood, where it had shot into, and it even took comfort in the moon’s existence with its slight familiarity and it resembling a stellar sight in its own universe, and it stopped to examine a life form, and a small black cat shifting towards it!

  It had never seen anything like it and it could not explain its existence and it struggled to explain how it functioned and its strangeness grasped its imagination, and it altered its formation to adapt to it and its new environment and it finally took a sample of its blood and reformed its colossal energy formation.

  Its strange shaped shadows shifted in the moonlight, probing the cold darkness, and it moved on as it studied everything in its surroundings, expecting hideous encounters, as it fought to return its normal detection senses.

  It roamed the wood and it became clear that the life form it had copied affected it far more than it had realized, and it realized it was not just the life form but its own damaged state!

  While it propelled itself forward its body adapted its form and repaired damage and formed more powerful and better Earth legs and razor-sharp claws, creature fangs, and thick tentacles formed and expanded from its neck, from creatures it had studied on other worlds in the region of space as it had entered the universe, and while it shifted away head tendrils formed from its ears and they shuddered frantically testing the air for the signs of any life forms and dangers.

  Its monstrous cat shapes silhouetted it as it shifted in incredible leaps through trees, further than any Earth creature, and its senses improved and it detected distant human formations near the wood, and it realized that the cat formation had taken its energy from the consumption of other life forms.

  Finally the wood ended and strange glowing hills illuminated all around it, stretching out to the rim of the world, as the sun rose below the horizon, and it stopped and watched a glowing spot accelerating across the sky, and a dim radiance illuminated in its surroundings and it detected one of the world’s intelligent species on its own nearby!

  Part I

  The Interdimensional Extraterrestrial

  Chapter 1

  The Lost Soldier

  While Dave Cameron awoke his vision was strange and utterly unbelievable, with a hazy metallic bronze, and he studied it everywhere trying to grasp what it was and he heard increasingly extraordinary sounds!

  He could feel little and his fingers probed the cold ground and he used his arms to clean his eyes and saw immediately he was lying in a farm field in a pool of muck, surrounded by cows, and as he choked and spat out muck and dung he started to realize the real problem and that he had entirely lost his memory of his identity, and he found a nearly empty bottle of whisky in his jacket pocket and examined it trying to grasp why it was there!

  He recognized a distant road over on his left side that he knew was Floors Road and a bright blue building near it that was Linn Products, but again he could not recall why!

  He crazily jumped up and down and the cattle everywhere ran from his shouts and screams and he fought to remove muck and water away from his sight while trying pull his embedded legs out of mud, and he realized again that he had been asleep in a pool of stinking mud, and he could not get why or what had happened!

  Some form of rare occurrence had taken place and he struggled to force his mind to grasp it out or give him a suggestion of an answer but he never got it and all he could see was farm fields about him and some trees directly behind him, and he heard cars on the A726 road behind the trees!

  Annoyed he started shouting and screaming again, wondering who the hell had dumped him in the pool of mud, and spotted a farmer watching him on a tractor and trailer in the distance and he started shouting, when he acknowledged him he started swearing and making obscene gestures until the farmer stopped and stood up and looked at him bewildered, as he waved his arms wildly, and the farmer shrugged and jumped into h
is seat and drove on.

  Cameron shrugged back and started cleaning the muck from his clothes and stood staggered when he realized he was wearing an army uniform, and he slowly shifted away and sat on the solid field nearby contemplating what had happened and what to do!

  At one point, to his surprise, a moving object on Floors Road to his left side moved into a field, beside Floors Wood, and shifted in his direction and he saw it was an army truck and he wondered if he was connected to them and he considered if he was running away from them, which justified him being in the field and that he could have fallen and damaged his head.

  Desperate for answers he started jumping up and down again, and shouted over at the vehicle, and it increased its speed and he acknowledged its arrival and stopped, and as it drove up to him he stood looking at it bewildered, not realizing what to do next.

  When the army truck stopped he saw it was full of soldiers, who all stared at him confused, and the driver jumped out and marched up to him and stood smiling, examining the mess he was in and the mess in the pool – looking as if he had a mud fight with himself – and Cameron gasped at his body’s impression in it where he had been lying.

  “What in the hell are you doing?” a sergeant in the passenger seat finally moaned, as he lowered his window, unable to control himself and stay silent any longer.

  “I don’t understand how I got here!” he moaned back, unable to see what else he could do.

  All the soldiers in the truck shifted out the end of the vehicle to see what was happening.

  “Come off it, buster!” the sergeant shouted, and examined a piece of dung on his mouth with disgust. “What have you been doing here?”

  The sergeant examined the nearby cows with slanted eyes and all his footsteps and movements in and around the pool.

  “What’s your name, private?” he shouted.

  “I don’t know!” he finally admitted, seeing that he couldn’t avoid it.

  “You have to be kidding me!” he gasped. “You don’t even know your own name?”

  Suddenly an army Land Rover raced up behind the truck and an officer, called Lieutenant Waring, jumped out from the backseat, and shouted at the sergeant, “What’s going on, Sergeant Malone?”

  “This private doesn’t even know his name!”

  “How could that be? He had to give it to get in the army I assume! Well soldier what have you to say?”

  “I’ve lost my memory, sir!”

  All the soldiers at the truck stood startled and Malone got out the front of the vehicle and they all stood in front of Cameron.

  “Alright then! Has anyone here got his name?” Waring moaned.

  To Cameron’s surprise three of the soldiers immediately shoved up their hands and eagerly waited, and Waring smiled brightly, just as a beam of sunshine beamed down over him through a hole in a large cloud, and he walked up to Cameron and studied his face, still covered in a thin layer of muck.

  “I’m sure I’ve seen you ...”

  “His real name’s Dave!” one of the three soldiers who knew him shouted.

  Malone removed a pen and paper, and moaned, “What’s his second name, private?”

  “Cameron!”

  “Is that right!” he groaned loudly, and sighed and firmly held his forehead in his hands and stayed that way for a few minutes and returned to what he was doing, entirely ignoring the problem.

  Cameron tried to recall the name but could not, and thought the soldier looked familiar though and tried to recall his name.

  Suddenly Waring gasped and looked at his watch and realized something and that he was late for something!

  “Well, Malone, handle this man would you! I’ve business to attend to! And try to find a way to give him his memory back!”

  “I’ll surely do that!” Malone muttered sadistically, and they saluted and Waring rushed away.

  Malone ordered Cameron to go into the back of the truck with the other soldiers where he sat slouched and grasped the gravity of the situation and that he could not recall anything and sat dazed and confused and shifted next to the three soldiers that knew him, as they were the only ones that knew anything, and he soon got their names – as Tod Simpson (who was the soldier who had told him his name), and Johnny Fogler and Harry Hanks.

  As the old truck slowly bumped up and down through the field Cameron’s name went through his mind rhythmically, vanishing and reappearing, and he failed to recall a single thing. What was he doing there? Simpson treated him like he was part of a crime, with Simpson and the other two soldiers, which they refused to say and which they were sure he would eventually recall.

  At a field (behind where Rudolf Hess’s plane had crashed during the Second World War), he saw a large group of big army tents and he examined them in detail trying to see what they were doing there, as he expected to be taken to a real army base.

  From their conversations he pieced together that they were all new recruits and on an army mission there, which he never grasped, and the others gave occasional gasps at, which grasped his imagination and he wondered why he could have done such a thing as join the army as he was sure he had no interest in it.

  As the truck rolled into the army site he even wondered if they were playing a joke on him and that they had not known him!

  The situation was unbelievable! He did not know what the future held and if he was in danger!

  In the sleeping tent he examined everything about his bed looking for clues and found little and realized the three soldiers had been close to him as his bed was in the middle of theirs and they communicated regularly as though they knew him well.

  Yet when he went away and got cleaned up, and washed away all the muck that had been covering his face and head, and put on new clothes and returned, they sat on their beds gasping and examining him, giving occasional whispers, staggered mainly at his face, and the other soldiers sat staring over for long periods contemplating things and carrying out silent conversations.

  In the end they laughed and cracked silent jokes that he was unable to hear, leaving him wondering what the hell was happening and what the future was.

  One of the men eventually entered the tent, after having left a few minutes earlier, and walked straight up to Cameron and stared right in his face, and moaned, “Malone wants to talk to you!”

  “What about?”

  “Don’t know! Probably to do with what happened today!”

  Cameron jumped up and drank what was left of a can of beer beside him and rushed out.

  When he entered Malone’s tent Malone was sitting in a seat at a desk moaning to someone on a phone, with another soldier standing in front of the desk, and Cameron stood beside him.

  Malone glanced over and gasped, stopped talking and continued, and examined him looking straight into his face as if he saw something he did not fully want to see and could not quite grasp and studied him and left it.

  Once he hanged up the phone he instantly dismissed the other solider, who left moaning about him not allowing him to speak.

  “I want to ask you some questions!”

  Cameron stood straight and copied one of the soldiers he had seen saluting and he waited.

  “Why did you join the army, Dave?” he asked, studying him with great confusion and annoyance, while sipping tea from a cup.

  “I can’t remember!”

  “You can’t remember why you’re in the army!” he gasped, blowing out all the tea in his mouth, in a massive spray, covering the table.

  When Cameron offered to clean it, he shouted, “Leave it!”

  “Of course, you lost your memory ...” he spoke, recalling the occurrence.

  “Why do you think people join?” he finally asked.

  “To get out and about! To see the universe!”

  “Wow! The whole universe!”

  “Or visit places one normally never sees!”

  “Let me explain!” he explained, staring into his face, staggered by something, and putting his elbow in a large ashtr
ay. “In the old days, a century ago, people joined the French Foreign Legion to forget things! Problems! Things they wanted to escape from! Escape from weary existences! Even hide away from crimes they had committed!”

  “Well, I’m sure I’d have gone further away!”

  “Really! How do you know?”

  “I have no recollection of anything! So I can’t answer that!”

  Suddenly it struck him that he was trying to suggest something and he realized he could have done something and that he could have found out about it! Then he gasped as he realized his mind was blank and he had no memories of anything of himself!

  “Have you done something to me?” he gasped, recalling waking up in the pool of mud in the field. “I’ve no memories ...”

  He thought of all the things used by the military on prisoners and if they could have done it.

  Malone made strange faces, as though in deep pain, and bent over and put his face in his hands, and his shoulders quivered as though he were sobbing, and he remained doing it for minutes until he recovered, and Cameron watched the top of his head shuddering and rise and him calmly return to normal.

  “Just leave!” he moaned firmly, no longer looking at him, and Cameron left confused and realized his goal was to find out who the hell he was no matter what!

  “I’ve another question!” he quickly asked before he left.

  “What?”

  “What the hell are we doing out here? Surely the military doesn’t need anyone out here?”

  “We’re searching for a killer lion!” he replied, now amused at Cameron’s face expression changing to horror.

  “A killer lion is roaming about here! Why are we in tents and out in the open? How the hell did it get out here?”

  “We’ve guns! It escaped from a nearby village circus I think! We’ve not confirmed anything yet though!”