4.

Alien Invasion
Name : Tee Rui Jing
IC : 990510-04-5168
Age : 16
Group : Group B
Parent Name : Tee Ah Cheng
Parent Phone Number : 019-6673798
School Name : SMJK Yok Bin

' REPORTEDLY : 500 FOUND ABNORMALLY COUGHING BLOOD ADMITTED ' leaving the
news reporter typically repeating their news report, like a stereo. Jack, tugging in his couch, with
the newspapers and beer cans all over the place.

'Life could never be more boring! ' Jack the inspector mourning his life, holding grudges while
crumbling the job section of the innocent newspaper.

The cat sitting beside couch, Jiggy, watching Jack violently treating the newspaper. Its instinct
decided to bring itself further the distance between them.

'What? Do you know how hard is it to take care of you? I haven't been drinking beer for an hour just
you get you your stupid cat food. Thing's are getting pricey nowadays. Stupid cat. Beware I throw
you out.'

Jack shut his tv down. Got up and decided to run the town. Banging his door loudly.His foot
gracefully went down the stairs into New York City.

'Cockroaches all over the place. Rubbish here and there. Disheartened people.' As Jack complained
about it, he threw the tissue in his hand, so skilfully. The tissue flew beautifully and straight into the
drain. Not realising the cockroaches were crawling with two feet.

'Sunday with an empty street. Woah, New York City has transformed.' As he felt a sense of
emptiness in the street, he began to feel something was not right. His lung felt was a bit of itchy,
like a fur tickling his respiratory tract. With a sense of uneasiness, he tried to get the thing out of his
throat. Like a moon strikes out the blue, blood was all over the tissue. The reporter's face came into
mind , so vividly clear. Being an experienced inspector, the adrenaline rush in his bloodstream starts

to run. His excitement is inevitable.

Darling darling stand by me... The rhythmic beating of 90's evergreen came into ear, so familiar
with the ringtone.
' Jack! A job for you. Sending you here now. Pleasant guarenteed.' The phone has been hung up
before John could say anything.

'Hey hey hey wait patience hey wait.. OH NO.' a hole appeared underneath Jack. He fell into it in
the blink of an eye.
The surroundings, that feeling, that adrenaline rush in his bloodstream. All mixed together. All
beyond comprehension. John knew a job is coming.

'Welcome back, Black Jack.' Into the white, cavernous room. Always appointed.

'How many times do you want me to tell you? I don't want sudden holes beneath me. Holy you!
You...' 'Shut. Here, you will be pleased. Have a look.' Without letting Jack further his distinct words
of complaints. Agent Hay threw a piece of file compiled with documents. Dress smartly with a tie
on his neck. The suit always look perfectly fitted on him. As if it's specially tailored for him.

'I believe you are well aware, dude. Our town is invaded.' The seriousness written clearly on Hay's
face. Jack sit up straight, pulling himself back to the situation after countless grumbling and
mumbling.

'What? What invasion?' His boredome killed. The moment he has been waiting for has finally
arrived. He reached out for that pile of documents.

'Cockroaches? Countless killed? HAHAHAHAHA------ Good gracious me! You want ME, Black
Jack to eradicate some small little cockroaches? You can simply forward this to some insect
specialist. Hay, your mind is getting stunned perhaps. Till we meet again.' By this he meant that the
conversation was at an end. With that Jack turned and scuttled into his Lamborghini.
Hay just gave a smile, expected to have this reaction.'Now have a look.' He brought out another
file.
The smile on Jack's face froze.
All the cockroaches walking in the stroboscope seems alienic. They are mutants!
Just then, a sound flowed out of the radio. 'Cockroaches is invading the town! Cops are uncapable
of bringing down any of their alley... Zappp!' The sound soon went out.

Hay and Jack's sight turned to each other. Both confidently having a smile on their face.
'Ready?' Hay asked.
'Never better.' Jack replied.
Hopping in their Lamborghini, the car flew through the tunnel. The town sight got into sight just
within seconds.
'I seriously have a complex and diverse relationship with your stupid warphole. And can u please
give me prior notice before entering it?' Jack feeling stunned, holding his head with a hint of
dizziness.
'Shut up. This is trepidating. Have a look.' Hay is getting annoyed by Jack's constant grumbling.
Just then, 'Hay, your back...' Jack as if lifted by a new strength and resolve, he leaped.

No great leap for a man. But threw the cockroache backwards, the feet snapped on thin air, leaving
Hay trembled. Jack only missed cracking his skull on his low arch.

'Mind your shoelace, Hay. Don't trip though you never get the chance to save me.' Jack get a hold of

himself. Reaching out for Hay. He felt the aggressive menace of that single cockroach out of his
team.
'Humans, humans, humans! Stupid and useless. Humans, humans, humans. We kill them. We,
cockroaches from the planet Anaxagor, save earth!'

Scuttling as fast as their legs could carry them, they came straight into an open space. Cockroaches
were all over the place.

'What? Cockroaches are all over the place! Cockroach at the rubbish heap, cockroach in the garbage
heap, cockroach there in the... rubbish-garbage.. heap.' Jack was astounded. Rubbishes are all over
the place. His feet kicking off the crumpled paper. Beside laid a stagnant tissue stained with blood.

'This tissue, familiar.' Jack stated.

'You are the one who threw it, Jack. When I called you. With this I saw it.' Hay gave a grin. But
soon his eyes squeezed together. His poor toes got stubbed by the tored nasty drinking cans.

Jack just threw him a contempt look. Filtering around the corner to ensure their safety. He caught a
glimpse of cockroach at the corner. Jack drew out his laser gun. As he lines up the shot, finger
poised on the trigger. The laser shot out of the mouth of the trigger. Straight at the cockroach's
lifeblood area.

One down. Feeling proud of himself. As he turned himself to face Hay, with the instinct of boasting
himself. He found that Hay was held by a cockroach.

'Weapons down or get him killed. Your choice.' The cockroach demanded. The voice digusting as
ever.

'Just kill him Jack, it is not worth getting a person saved but the whole world go bye.' Hay's voice
was trembling. A pang of fear and loss. But rational keeps him at bay.

'Why invade our planet? Why don't you get the hell back to your what, planet Anaxagor.' Jack goes
against his demand. Still holding the trigger in his hand. Held tight. Aware that they are outmatched
by the cockroaches. He is working hard to negotiate with the cockroach. While slowly inch toward
the cockroach.

'You humans are always destroying the earth. Mother earth is now suitable as our habitat. We love
this place. Rubbish garbage, rubbish garbage, rubbish garbage. Humans like rubbish garbage.
Earth is full of rubbish-garbage. Our home, our home. Humans move out, humans move out, our
place, our place!' The cockroach hissed softly but menacingly. Adamant to release Hay.

Both Hay and Jack almost stopped breathing. Their bodies stiffen. They are desperate. They had a
sudden understanding that the cockroach's invasion were all the works of humans. Humans were not
aware that those rubbishes and destruction they did lead to a disaster on our mother land. All these
thoughts passed in a flash of a second. The cockroach's eyes gleamed cold in his head. Summoning
more and more cockroaches.

Cockroaches are in front.

Cockroaches are behind.
Cockroaches are beside.
Cockroaches are here and there.

The sky seemed like an opaque, timeworn, sheet, hung with a sense of gloom.
The celestial space had become pitch black, the glittering and luminous diamond-like space-ship

filling the empty spaces in the dark sky, winking at the human underneath from the endless arch
of viod-black. The sky was so low that even in the city they were claustrophobic. Countless
cockroaches moved out of the diamond-like space-ship. Dressing in full armour. The space-ship
looked dazzling bright.

Hay's sight stopped short into the space-ship. It was full of rubbish! Plastic bags, tin cans, tissue
paper. Bottles and bottles, tubes filled with toxic waste from the factories. They were all placed in
the space-ship. Hay was astounded. He felt dreadul. Strucking his down into the pocket reaching for
a remote.
He blinked at Jack.

Jack knowingly what he is going to do. 'Go back up the car!' Hay shouted. The cockroaches curse
and drawing the rubbish-made sword. But never could be sharper. Hay and Jack tugged themselves
into the lamborghini. It entered warphole scrambled away, bumping here and there.

'Dr. Hay, I had never liked your warphole, even now, yes I still hate it. But it is worth using, well,
once or twice.' Yelling out loudly, Jack even in this situation not forgetting to point out words of
complainations.

The deafening sounds of swords rattling, cockroaches chasing them with curses and swore to get
them in hand, ran hither thither behind them. Getting all pound up/

Soon they dodged their way out the passage. The cockroaches were out of sight. They gave a sight
of relief. Leaving the car door ajar, Hay and Jack both leaping like a goat into the cavernous
building.

'I had never been this awful in my life. It seems like we humans are getting miserable and
ungrateful as time pass by.' Jack mourned lethargically.

'Jack come on sit up. Pull yourself together. I have something serious here.' Hay holding his head,
looking languish, wan and sallow. He handed out a pile of documents.

'I had always been working on this stuff. But mind me nobody has ever ride on it. Want to give it a
try?'
Hay asked desperately. He looked languised, wan and sallow, thin and pallied.

'Time machine. Woah. Hay you sure are a doctor in milllion. Come put me on this thing. Can't wait
to ride it. But you know Hay, you had always been a good pal, thanks for all these times.' Jack
realising it was his obligation to keep the peace of the world eternal and everlasting. Though
reluctant to ride it, knowly he might just lost his life riding it. He far-fetched himself to go back in
time. He, with the responsibility, need to lead the world to realise the importance of keeping a clean
environment. A world without pollution, without destructions. Is their main aim.

Jack pulled himself together. Carrying the obligation. He entered the time machine.
'Ready? Hay asked.
'You never asked me, Hay.' Jack grinned, not losing his sense of humour, replied.
'Haha, it is time to go, Jack. Good luck!'
'Well then, till we meet again, Hay.'
'Till we meet again, Jack.'

-The End-