8.
Sherlock opened his eyes and saw his new surrounding was a huge cavern. He could hear the waves and reckoned he was inside the cliff. He looked to his sides and saw the others. There was Lestrade and Watson there with Mr. Brady and the other Inspector named Murray. He saw then the others including Max, and John Clayton.
And an unidentified man. He was wearing the zippered suit from neck down in the shade of red. He had the facial expression of Man.
“Mr. Holmes. You have been a hard man to deter off.” The identified man stepped up towards Sherlock. “My name is Leroy. Eugen Leroy Smith. Everyone calls me Leroy.”
“Here in the village we are also known as the Blip.” Leroy told Sherlock. “Let me tell you of Blip. We are not from this world. We came here in a flying craft that landed here when we had machine malfunction. That’s the flying craft that we came in with.”
Blip or Leroy motioned to the far end of the corner. It was a not a huge craft; more like the size of carriage but it rounded in shape. It was secured by some red cables to the number of caskets that were placed around it. The caskets were covered and it looked like coffins. Sherlock estimated over a few hundred there.
“Who are we then? Blip is us and we are Blip. We are hosted by your kind with us using their frame to move and function in this world. We are incorporeal in our real form. The only physical form we hold is the red dot that you see in their upper limbs.” Leroy motioned to Brady to step forth. The others then displayed the arm where the tattoos were drawn. The red marks there that was the fish eye moved there as it was alive.
“We can reside in several numbers on the frame but one takes control on the frame. We are not a few in the numbers. There are many of us in the landing craft and on the frames which we inhibit in.” Leroy smiled. “We control and maintained on the frame, utilising its self-built skills like walking and sleeping as if they are normal to another. We do however control their thoughts and action if need be.”
“We were once not in Man but in the sea fishes but the threat of being capture and removed forced us to secure the new host. We fought then with the fishermen as you called our host. We won and then took over the form. We could not hide inside the frame for we needed the sun to regenerate our forms. There was why we had the tattoos done on the arms.”
“Hold on there, Leroy or whatever you may name yourself.” Sherlock cut in. “Are you here then to take over the world we live in?”
“It would had been a natural choice but our numbers are limited and we share no such intentions. Your world is not perfect compared to ours but we have no intention of staying here. We have wanted to leave your world, but the craft needed time to rejuvenate. The craft is non-corporeal like us. Its in that form for its recovering and once its fully done, we will leave.”
“The village as you termed it is ours. Not all of them have their tattoos done on the arms. Some of them are on other parts of the body. And some frames we returned to be preserved.” Leroy motioned to the rows of caskets. “We could not reproduce new frames but we recycled them in stages. Like the one you knew as John Clayton. He is the latest to be setup for the Clayton. We have his parents and his son in preservation.”
“Why are the cables attached to the … preservation units?” Sherlock asked.
“Each time the frames get hosted and in the works the frame with our assistance collate the energy from the Sun here and from there, we channel it to the craft or ourselves. We do need some form of nutrients to survive. Unfortunately, we could not populate anymore. If a host is damaged or destroyed, we have to move on. Hence, we work on new hosts. Of late, we had to find some new hosts which accounted for the missing persons. Leroy here is a new host and with the vibrancy to give us more nutrients.”
“Then we are new hosts to your Blips.” Sherlock remarked back.
“Not exactly. We are leaving soon.”
“Leaving? I don’t understand.” Sherlock queried back.
“We are almost complete. The craft is ready. Leroy was the last host to boost our craft. We will disassociate with the host and then be off.” Leroy explained.
“And what happens to the hosts?” Sherlock asked.
“Most of them will die like ashes to ashes. Their frame had been used far too many times. It was why we have new hosts but the new ones may suffer some ailments and with care they will recover. Like Leroy here.”
“You could be killing the entire village here.” Sherlock snapped out at the foreign entity.
“It's unfortunate then. We had no choice and with them we have survived.” Leroy replied. “Its all about survival. We knew that in your world, it’s the way of living too.”
“What about the Wizard?” Sherlock asked.
“The Wizard will die too. He was the first host to have us. We will leave him.”
“What about the mermaids and the Sirens? Are they real?”
“They are real in the eyes of the villagers then. We made them real but you won’t see them anymore. They are all ….”
“Dead hosts.” Sherlock looked at Leroy. “Why tell me all of this?”
“Someone had to tell our tale. And if it comes from you, the people might listen but its may not be so. Even the great Sherlock Holmes cannot solve and explain all the mystery in this world.” Leroy smiled. “It will be a challenge for you though.”
“Good bye, Holmes.”
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