The Attack

The Attack

Zolog focused one of his eyes and peered through the viewport at the blue-green world that floated just beyond. A small shudder of pleasure ran through his gelatinous body. All that water he thought. This will be like taking smuuchkind from a tookah, he chuckled.

As an advance scout, he had one mission: observe the natives and find their weaknesses before the main body arrived. "The success of the invasion depends on me," he muttered, his voice barely audible above the flatulent sound of his multiple lips exhaling.

His plan was simple. He would land under cover of darkness and, with luck, capture and interrogate one of the "earthlings." It was a strange sound but he had been listening to the broadcasts that endlessly emanated from the world. He had found a science broadcast – the "SciFi" channel – and had spent weeks learning about the strange planet and its varied inhabitants.

The landing went according to plan and he emerged from the landing pod as the last of the light faded from the day. Not far away was a grouping of habitats where the natives lived and he slithered toward it, his monopod body stretching and pulling him along.

From his hiding place, he could see a small specimen coming toward him. How odd they look! crossed his mind as he observed the flowing cape and red streaked top covering it was wearing. As it walked by, he shot out a tentacle and grabbed it's leg.

"Hey guys, look at this one!" Jake shouted, almost losing his plastic fangs. A group of kids came running up.

"Coool! It's Jaba the Hut. What a neat costume!"

Zolog shrank back. He was not prepared to confront so many.

"Ohhh. He's all covered in ... snot!" someone shouted.

The kids began laughing, many grabbing handfuls of small stones from bags they were carrying and pelting him.

Zolog could feel the panic surge through him. They were attacking him! He could identify a vampire, a werewolf, even a mummy from his long hours of study. What surprised him, however, was that they had no fear of him – in fact, just the opposite!
He hastily retreated, losing the clamoring mob in the undergrowth, as he made his way back to his pod.

Safely within, as he gathered his wits, he saw a reflection of himself. He was covered in small orange triangular shaped stones that seemed to melting on his exposed skin.

"What," he started to say but a sudden burning sensation seemed to overwhelm his body and his last coherent thought was Sugar! How did they know ...

Outside, the neighborhood resounded with laughter and calls of "Trick or Treat."


Notes:
An entry for round 1 of "HALLOWEEN'S FINAL HOUR CONTEST " 
Prompt: The Scariest Trick or Treat
Word Limit: 500
Word Count: 447

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Ken