Chapter Six
The first half-hour of flying was silent. No one dared to say a word.
509092 seemed busy thinking while he had autopilot flying the rocket.
Slimy looked bored, but decided to keep quiet.
I sat in the middle and wondered what the other two were thinking about.
Surprisingly, 509092 broke the silence.
"Why are you two so quiet? You both scared of Boss or something?" he asked.
Slimy and I looked at one another.
"We never really thought much about what we'll say to him," I admitted.
"Yeah! We'll get our butts kicked," said Slimy.
509092 sighed.
"If this went according to plan, we wouldn't be in this mess. Of course, human here will be dead, but I wouldn't be risking my life for you two," he said.
"But you said yourself that you couldn't do your job either," I said back.
509092 looked at me straight in the face.
"You're pretty dumb to be talking to killers like that. But also you're pretty smart," he said.
"Well I'm in college," I said.
"What's college?" asked Slimy.
"It's a big human school where we get jobs to make money so we can buy food, and clothes, and big houses," I explained.
"Oh wow. We don't have that at our home. Boss gives us everything but in return we have to do sick chores for him like kill innocent creatures on other planets," said Slimy.
So earth wasn't the only planet being destroyed.
"We just hope that our lives really do mean something," said 509092.
"Well remember what Mom and Dad told us: There is someone in the sky. They met him. The creator of us all," said Slimy.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"The Creator! He created all creatures from all planets. He spoke to our planet once a long time ago back when my parents were young. He told us that we needed to get along and stop dominating other planets. Boss didn't listen," explained Slimy.
I knew much about the Creator. But on earth there was no proof. We just had to believe.
"Surely this human must know who the Creator is," said 509092.
"Yeah. He never spoke to our planet though. Our planet has no real proof of him besides a book. I'm not sure if that's much proof though either. But it doesn't matter. On our planet, we all believe in what we want. Some people don't even believe he's real. I think he's real though," I said.
"Of course he's real!" yelled Slimy.
"Why must there be proof?" asked 509092.
"I don't know. Some people just think it's necessary," I said.
No one said anything for several minutes.
Once again, 509092 broke the silence.
"I got a call from Mom and Dad yesterday," he said.
Slimy jumped in his seat.
"Ooh what'd they say?" he asked excitedly.
"Boss called them down to his office. You know how Dad works for him right? I called Mom this morning and she sounded worried. She was saying things like 'whatever you do, don't tell anyone anything that you're related to I or Dad'. I don't know what's up, but something's wrong," 509092 answered.
"Did you call her again?" asked Slimy.
"No," answered 509092.
Slimy opened up a small compartment inside the car and pulled out something that looked like a cell phone.
He pushed five buttons on it and put it up to his ear.
All was quiet for several moments.
Then Slimy put down the device sadly.
"No answer," he said.
"Crap," said 509092 angrily.
"Why was there no answer?" asked Slimy.
His voice sounded whiney and it cracked at the end of his sentence.
509092 looked at him.
"Well not to change subject, but I think you're growing up Buddy. Last time I saw you, you were quite little. Now your voice is changing and you grew about a foot and a half," he said.
Now, 509092 didn't look too much like Slimy. He was very large and about six and a half feet tall. His eyes weren't as round as Slimy's. They looked more like human eyes, only yellow. He also had some kind of piercing on his bottom lip. He dressed much like a human. He wore a black shirt and black jeans with chains hanging off the sides. It was apparent that aliens didn't have hair, but his antennas drooped behind his head.
The first time I saw Slimy, he was only about three feet tall. Now he was almost five feet tall. His eyes were changing. Though they were still huge, his pupils were getting smaller. His antennas were squiggly, but hid underneath his new helmet. He told me that most aliens don't wear clothes because there's no reason to. They weren't designed the same way as humans. Therefore, Slimy never wore any clothes unless he was playing dress-up.
"So I'm growing?" he asked.
His voice cracked again.
509092 laughed.
The three of us talked and laughed all day long. When night came again, the three of us lied down in the back of the rocket and fell asleep.
On the third day of flying in the claustrophobic rocket, we finally got to our destination.
It was afternoon there when we landed in Slimy's backyard.
The three of us got out of the rocket and walked into the house.
Alien houses weren't special. They were made of wooden planks nailed together, and several high-powered light bulbs lit the whole house.