Cross-eyed

It was all so normal. Why did it happen and why here.

It was about five years ago now, when it happened. I was just doing my daily shift. Why did i forget my gear. it was at my work the South bank tower which i was helping to build.

After it happened I left for Italy, where they’re  not allowed. I have never been back hopefully i never do. It was just a normal day at work for me, I was doing the lighting, I am an electrician you see. I was on the ground floor of the tower, it was located in Waterloo. it was around forty stories high, with glass all over  it. The smell of the air was stale. It looked so tall. I had a team of four James, Liz, Taylor and me Martin Wilkinsons. When you are an electrician you always have to have the right tools, clothing and eye wear for health and safety. I did not really listen to that rubbish. So I did not really bring the ‘right’ gear as the boss would put it, but I was near retirement and this was my last job, thank God. He said I was lucky, his exact words were ” Martin you are so lucky you are a pro”

We had nearly finished the ground floor when the boss, Mr Saxs got a call from the general manager.

Why now? Why today?

Mr Saxs had only been on the phone for a few minutes, when he came towards me saying how I need to get my ‘proper’ tools. So I rushed to my locker, to get my door key and my coat, it was the start of February so it was quite cold, so I rushed out of the door. I lived next to the London Nautical school, down Hatfields, I was walking down Stamford street when all of a sudden I looked at Pret and I saw Taylor.

I stood there. With fear, going around my body, not knowing what to think, he was just standing there staring back at me same haircut same smile same everything. But that was not what sent fear through my spine. It was that he was wearing totally different clothes.

When I was walking home I was thinking of something to do. I thought of something. Crazy. I got changed, but when I finally did leave the flat I brought my camcorder with me, my crazy idea. It had just left Pret when he started to walk to Blackfriars bridge. I quickly persued. I pulled out the camcorder to start recording, like what Ross Kemp used to do. I was recording for about ten minutes, explaining what happened on the way. While I was walking I was thinking of a logical explanation for this. Maybe I was being followed by spies. Robots, teleportaion. And then came my best idea. Shape-shifting aliens.

And then I saw him again. On a bus, and again in Tesco.

I felt sick and anxious. What had I ever done to deserve this? Being followed for what? They appered everywhere. The spies had done well. If that is what they were. They could of been aliens. Sent to Earth to imprison us. But why Earth? Why me? I did not find out why they were here. But i was going to find out.

I thought of how they got here, their base and everything. Imagening they would turn round the corner and take me away for testing. I walked round the corner and right infront of me was just an ordinary street cleaner. I pulled the camcorder near to my face and said a whole story of how I would not make it out alive, just like in the film. We had reached an alley way when it just stoped. And walked down the alley.

Why this alley?

I saw cameras all around and thats when I changed my idea, from aliens to spies. It had to be. An alley hidden in London, cameras, big steel doors everything you saw in ‘James Bond’

It opened one of the doors, and entered. I also went in. The coldness of the air sent shivers down my spine, the walls were white and the floor smooth. It went into a room reading A-11. I never did find out the meaning.

He turned  around and shut his eyes. I didnt have the slightest idea of where we were. The celling was at least twenty foot high. With huge spotlights hanging down. The walls were this time painted black, so I was blind. I was so scared.

I lifted the camcorder so high to see. But when I saw I dropped the camcorder. And nearly fell with it.

And there in front of me were a thousand Martin Wilkinsons staring back.