Helping Hans
by Henrick Glutonlumps
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speculative fiction for the internet generation.

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Helping Hans


           Hans was sitting by the stream relaxing and pondering over the events of the last month. It was a perfect spring morning here in the Lake District, England. Somehow sitting here with the sunlight gently caressing his face and the calming cool breeze brushing over him -it did not seem conceivable things could have changed so dramatically, in just a few weeks. It had all been so surreal.

           Smiling to himself he caught sight of a squirrel in the tree tops dexterously jumping from one branch to another. For him life had not altered, he was playing out his daily routine, just as he always had. For a moment Hans began to almost forget the plight he was in.

           Suddenly Hans is startled, in the distance he is convinced that he can just make it out, faint yet distinct, the sound of a young girl crying for help.

           Hans concentrates and listened more, intently trying to decipher the sound.

           ”HHHHEEEELLLLLLPPPPP.” He heard, a little louder and more distinct this time. Now he was convinced and he understood precisely what he must do.

           Without a second thought he jumped up and set off running towards the call for help. Nimbly navigating him self through the forest, skillfully darting across broke tree limbs. On and on he raced, passed the creek, traversing over the ground with ease and confidence.

           ’Yes, yes,’ he grasped,’ I am getting closer.’

           Hans quickly caught sight of an opening amongst the trees a hundred yards in front of him and paused behind a large oak tree.’Surely the cry is originating from there?’ He recuperates his breath, and once more concentrated completely upon the sound

           “HHHHEEEELLLLLLPPPPP,” It is far louder this time.

           ‘I must be close…’ He thought with excitement as he studied the terrain in front of him.

           ’Hans will save you; your hero is on his way!’ Off he darted again.

           Hans energetically approached an opening in the forest and his eyes dart in all directions. Adrenaline pumped through every well proportioned muscle contained in his twenty-three year old body. He is prepared for virtually anything…

           It was then the small net landed unexpectedly on top of him. He was unsure as to from where it was flung, but it was a perfect shot.

           He struggled with the odd netting, thrashing his arms and legs in every conceivable direction, desperately attempting to set himself free. This however only managed to entangle him even more.

           Hans, now terrified peered about him, trying to uncover who his capturers were. As he looked about in panic, he observed them just a few yards off, behind a fallen tree, there were five of them. They appeared to be laughing and praising each other and engaged in some sort of strange celebratory jig. They were energetically hopping from one leg to another, prancing about and waving their four arms about furiously in the air. He tried to decipher the words they were saying, yet it was completely alien to him.

           Just then one of the creatures took from his brightly colored shiny clothing a small metallic pipe. Hans watched, strangely fascinated, as the creature placed it with one of his four hands to his flabby lips . Next the creature rapidly inhaled the air seeming to almost double inside, resembling Hans considered a giant bull frog. Then he quickly exhaled through the pipe.

           ”HHHHEEEELLLLLLPPPPP.” Went the sound, precisely the same sound that had drawn Hans to them; a sound almost identical to that of young girl crying for assistance. This only provoked the others further, and hideous gurgling noises bellowed from each of them.

           ’Yes,’ Hans considered, ‘the planet Earth has never been the same since the invasion.’

The end.




copyright 2005 Henrick Glutonlumps.

Henrick Glutonlumps is an aspiring Science fiction writer based in California.