The Fringe Chronicles 3

I felt the electricity as it passed through my brain. Her kiss had been like a lightning bolt, but the only difference was that I was alive and wanting more. But I couldn't. She had left, and she was in danger. Olivia Dunham was gone. I would never see her again unless I would be able to help her. Which I could. I just felt really fat at the moment and I didn't want to move. I glanced at the open door that she left for me. I plopped on the couch, not taking my eyes off the door and the half-bitten cookie that remained on the rug.

"C'mon Walter," at this point my eyes were closed. My phone laid lifelessly in my hand. I imagined Olivia, stuck in some dudes casa tied up with super long Twizzlers. I wanted Twizzlers. Man I hadn't had those in so long. I tried to remember the last time I ate them. Then I remembered I don't remember anything because I am a growing deceased child brought back from the past.

"Hello Peter! Listen I just found out that if you put boysenberry up-"

"Listen Walter, Olivia has gone missing."

"Did she kiss you my boy!"

"Yeah Dad but listen, she's GONE. She came into my house, I feinted, and now shes gone."

"I'm sorry she didn't like you, my boy."

"Someone took her Walter," there was a long empty space of silence. For a minute I thought the old man had a heat attack.

"Alright son. I'll be over in a few minutes don't move. I'm calling my mother. Oh thats right, shes dead. I'll just call the police I guess."

"No dad! I don't think that this thing that took her is what we call 'normal'"

"All right Peter, I'll help you. Bye bitch." He hung up the phone. That's when I realized that I wasn't alone. A large grumble came from the end of my hallway. I peed in my pants. I had no pets. I was an alone man in his late twenty's with no pets. I was alone with a monster. I got up from the couch, intentionally ripping the lamp from its electrical socket to use as a weapon. I went onto my toes (literally) and started making raccoon noises to ward off the evil beast that was hiding in the hallway. I opened the door slowly, nothing there. But there was also the guest room. That had to be it. I made one last raccoon noise and opened the door.

On the bed was Olivia. She was wearing a red sequined dress. I dropped the lamp and it made one last redeeming spark. To my surprise, she was unconscious. Something was wrong.

"Olivia!" I tempted to run to her. Just then there was the same loud grumble, this time, it was coming from right behind me. I slowly turned around. There standing before me was a ten foot tall alpaca. It stood up and punched me in the face with one of its hooves. It ran over me and towards Olivia. I felt sick.

"She's mine bitch," A large husky voice came from the room. To my surprise, the alpaca was leaning over Olivia, glaring towards me with its big, brown eyes, "You are correct, I can talk just like you can, thats because I am a shape shifter Peter. You see, once you can turn into humans, you can also take on animals once you've got what you've wanted."

"What do you want with her?" I managed to get up. To my surprise my nostrils were flaring.

"I need her to be my wife. My master tells me once I have a wife I will be able to gain power in the dozens." He raised his fluffy head high in victory.

"What do you mean?" I snickered. I placed my hand on the dresser drawer for support.

"I will reproduce my kind with her. They will take over the earth Peter. You know exactly what I am trying to do!" He laughed.

"It'll never work." Just then I heard the door slam shut from the entrance.

"Peter! It's quite dangerous to keep the door open like that!" It was Walter.

"In here Walter. Hurry!" As soon as I said that he came running, entering the doorway to the guestroom.

"Peter, I didn't know you got a new pet! What's his name?" He then noticed beautiful Olivia laying on the bed sleeping (I hoped), "Goodness Peter, I think you did it a little too much with poor Olivia, she looks exhausted... is she asleep?"

"Walter we didn't-"

"And why is that animal grimacing at me. It looks like it was to hurt poor Olivia. Peter, get it outside. Maybe it has to get rid of something."

"WALTER!" The evil alpaca laughed.

"Fascinating!" Walter walked towards the moonlit window where the alpaca stood, waiting to take my Olivia hostage. He reached out his hand to inspect the animal.

"Dad don't" I pulled him back.

The alpaca laughed again, "Walter, Walter, Walter. When will you ever learn."

"Is that you Max?" Walters eyes began to tear. I didn't know what was going on but it was the most heart-warming thing I've ever seen. Walter ran to the alpaca and started kissing and hugging it. To my surprise, the alpaca, started crying too. But soon enough Walter leaned up to look at the face of the furry beast and it's crying turned into an evil laugh. The alpaca took its large head and smashed it upon my fathers. He laid sprawled across the floor.

"Your father was always a little bit too smart." The alpaca took his mouth and scooped Olivia's lifeless body. He broke the window with his hooves and jumped out onto the lawn and over the fence.