Xenoborgs from Beyond

I’ll never forget the day the Xenoborgs arrived. It was a muggy Tuesday afternoon when I first spotted them—three kids standing by the old oak tree at the edge of our cul-de-sac. They looked different, like they had just stepped off an alien spaceship. Their clothes were too bright, too flashy, and they had this weird confidence that made my stomach twist.

I was on my way home from school, my backpack heavy with textbooks, when I overheard them talking. “You should show them,” one of them said, his voice low and crackling like a broken radio. “It’ll blow their minds!”

I paused, curious. “Show us what?” I thought, but I kept my distance. I wasn’t one to jump into strange situations, especially with new kids. But there was something about them—something magnetic. Their names were Zeke, Lyra, and Cass, and they were unlike anyone I had ever met.

By the end of the week, I learned that they were from a nearby town, one that had a reputation for being a little weird. Rumors swirled around that place: strange experiments, odd disappearances, and people claiming they had seen strange lights in the sky. My town, in contrast, was dull and predictable, a place where nothing ever happened. I think that’s why I was drawn to them.

One Friday, they invited me to their house—a small, nondescript building that looked normal enough from the outside, but I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air. Zeke led the way down to the basement, which was surprisingly large and cluttered with all kinds of bizarre gadgets. It looked like a mad scientist’s lab, the walls covered with what I later learned were blueprints for things I couldn’t even begin to understand.

“Check this out!” Cass said, holding up a metallic object that glimmered in the low light. It resembled a futuristic device straight out of a sci-fi movie. “We call it the Xenoborg! It can… well, let’s just say it can do things you wouldn’t believe.”

I stared at the gadget, my heart racing with equal parts excitement and fear. “What does it do?” I asked, trying to sound braver than I felt.

Zeke grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You’ll see. We’re going to show you something amazing.”

That’s when things started to get strange. The following weeks were filled with demonstrations. They’d push buttons on the Xenoborg, and the device would emit a series of whirring sounds, lights flashing in mesmerizing patterns. The best part was when it produced strange holograms, showing scenes of otherworldly places and creatures that made me gasp in awe.

But there was something off. Each time they used the Xenoborg, their smiles grew wider, more manic, as if they were feeding off the astonishment it created. I tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of my mind, telling me to run far away from these kids. After all, they were just kids, right? What could possibly go wrong?

One night, I found myself sitting in their basement again, the smell of metal and dust thick in the air. They had promised to show me the ultimate demonstration, and my curiosity outweighed my apprehension. Zeke’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he explained, “Tonight, you’ll see the true power of the Xenoborg.”

“What is it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Transmutation,” Lyra said, her expression serious. “It can transform matter, change it into something else entirely. But we have to be careful. You have to trust us.”

I felt the weight of their words. Trust. I’d always been taught not to trust strangers, yet here I was, standing in a basement with three kids who felt like anything but normal.

They activated the Xenoborg, and the air buzzed with energy. A low hum resonated around us, vibrating through the floor and into my bones. Zeke pressed a series of buttons, and the device sprang to life. Holographic images danced around the room, shifting and changing as though they were alive. I gasped as I saw a creature form from thin air—a towering figure with green scales and glowing eyes.

But then, something shifted. The atmosphere became tense, the air thick with an almost tangible dread. I felt it creeping up my spine as the creature in the hologram seemed to twist and writhe, as if trying to break free from its digital confines.

“Stop it!” I shouted, my instincts kicking in. “This isn’t right!”

But they laughed, a sound that echoed eerily in the basement. “You don’t understand,” Cass said, her voice a mixture of excitement and something darker. “We’re just getting started.”

Before I could react, Zeke pressed another button. The device hummed louder, and the creature in the hologram lunged toward me, its monstrous mouth opening wide. In that instant, I felt a rush of cold air swirl around me, and the room seemed to tilt.

Everything went dark.

I woke up in my bed, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to piece together what had happened. Had it all been a nightmare? But then I noticed the metallic object resting on my nightstand—the Xenoborg.

Panic surged through me. I jumped out of bed, the device feeling unnervingly warm to the touch. I knew I had to get rid of it. I bolted downstairs and flung open the front door, determined to toss it into the nearby river. But as I stepped outside, I froze.

The neighborhood looked different—hazy, distorted, as if I was seeing it through a warped lens. The streetlights flickered ominously, casting shadows that twisted like living things. And there, standing at the end of the street, were Zeke, Lyra, and Cass. They grinned at me, their faces almost too wide, their eyes glimmering in the dark.

“Welcome back,” they said in unison, their voices echoing unnaturally. “We’ve missed you.”

I blinked, trying to comprehend. My heart sank as I realized the truth. I wasn’t the one who had been invited to their world; I had become part of it. The Xenoborg wasn’t just a gadget—it was a gateway, and I was now on the other side. 

The last thing I remember was their laughter, resonating in the thickening fog, before everything faded into shadows. The line between my reality and theirs blurred, and I understood that I was now just another Xenoborg—forever part of their bizarre, twisted game.

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