Sweet To Sour

It seemed as though the scientist had been waiting for Ishar to ask that question. He cruelly smiled and spoke in a soft voice, "You didn't actually expect us to leave, did you? All those centuries ago…"

Just as Ishar leapt for his gun, a loud crack resonated through the air. He grabbed the weapon, holding it tightly against his chest, and backed onto the wall, horrified. The sight before him was not a pretty one, at all.

Dr. Tanvir seemed to stretch out, his skin getting paler and paler, until it seemed like a gruesome green-brown. His eyes narrowed into red slits, darkened around the edges. The fingers grew long and spiny, with such pointed nails that you couldn't find at a nail salon. However, the most terrifying part was his teeth. They were the charming teeth that Ishar remembered. Each shiny pearl had transformed into pointed fangs, like the ones of a shark, gleaming yellow.

His earlier sweet words were nothing more than snarly hisses now.

Ishar could do nothing but stare, petrified. He remembered Nivedhan Iyer's words, his terrifying experience, and figured that Dr. Tanvir (or whoever he was), wasn't the only alien on Earth currently.

His gun lay forgotten in his hands. 

It all made sense now.

The aliens had never left the planet. They were always here, silently intruding, corrupting each moment in a perfect disguise. They had merged with humans over the centuries, learned from them, waiting for the perfect, vulnerable moment to strike. 

The alien spoke in a harsh, snarly voice, with fury emitting from his scarlet eyes.

"You made a grave mistake by coming here, Ishar. You actually thought you could stop us? With your little team of stuck-up soldiers? No. You have just dug up your own grave, Ishar. Yours, and that of everyone you love. Including your precious, annoying, country."

The alien's large mouth contorted into the most disgusting smirks Ishar had ever seen, and a small, slimy tentacle slapped away the gun in his outstretched hands.

"Oh no.."

"You think you can save the world in 20 days? Well, think again Ishar. You may not live to see tomorrow. You have greatly angered us, and there is no forgiveness for your deeds."

The alien lunged forward, jumping with unimaginable strength. Ishar panicked, quickly scanning the room for something, anything to defend himself. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed a flower vase off the table, and swung it as hard as he could at the alien.

It staggered for a moment. Then, it looked at Ishar with such intense fury, such raw anger, that felt like it could destroy the cabin in seconds.

"You know, Ishar", it snarled, "I was going to give you one chance. One last attempt to save the world. But it seems that your imperfections got in the way."

The alien pressed a button with its spiny finger, a button which Ishar hadn't noticed yet. It was a remote of some kind. It was at this moment that Ishar realized the damage a single button could do. 

"Look outside the window, Ishar. I want you to see the final hours of your country's destruction."

Ishar got up on his feet and ran towards the window, praying that what he was thinking wouldn't turn out to be true. Unfortunately, to his utter horror, his worries turned out to be real. Very real.

The bright blue light, which had been shining ominously luminous in the sky each day, began to grow larger and brighter. The alien spaceship, in all its massive, blue glory, had begun inching towards the Earth, ignoring the 20-day deadline the aliens had bestowed upon them.

Dr. Tanvir, in all his alien form, smiled cruelly. 

"I suspect you only have 7 hours left, until touchdown.

If you surrender and deliver the dimanium to us by then, maybe, just maybe I will consider sparing your lives.

Otherwise…well, I think you have gotten a good idea of what will happen."