The great reveal

- TOM! (Silence ...) Tom, I'm sorry.
 With a faint voice, he replied...

- KILL, kill this thing, I kill it. !!!

- No, TOM, listen, it won't hurt you. You must lock the door and windows now. I'll get there in 5 to collect him.

- WHATT ??! no, no, this can't be! Jesus Clara, what the fuck is this thing !!?

- Tom, try to calm down, please; it won't hurt you! He thinks you're his mother. Look, what is it doing right now? Looking at you and purring, right? Yeah. Tom, it won't kill you. He'll protect you if anything goes wrong, but that won't be necessary. I'll come right now to pick it up. Hold tight! I'll explain later.  -  And Tom, don't do anything stupid please.

The alien turned around and backed off a few meters, tom walked towards him, swaying his bat in the air, but it jumped up on the ceiling and comfortably got fixated head down in the corner of the room, continuously looking at Tom straight in the eyes. Through the bedroom's open door, he could see the half-eaten overweight body of his neighbor, laying there,  in a puddle of blood. The front door was hanging wide open. Luckily he was on the last floor, so nobody would pass by and see that horrific scene. Clara was right, the thing could have eaten him too by now, but instead, it was staring at him and just staying there. He gets up, closes the bedroom window, and slowly walks into the hallway to lock the front door, as Clara said.

Clara, what did you do to me, you bitch - he said to himself while turning the keys in the lock. All of a sudden, he heard a noise of a window shattering.

In the meantime, Clara was preparing a ketamine morphine mix and arming a tranquilizer shotgun with it. She then stuffed that in her purse, took a roll of black garbage bags and some rope, stuffed all that alien-taming gear in her purse. She then rushed to the garage, got inside the car, and left off with a burnout. It was a 20 min ride to Tom's apartment, enough to make a very important call.

- Hey Google, "call Spencer." - calling professor Spencer (🎵...ringtone)

- Hello Clara - sounding worried - are you okay?

- Professor, it happened. The alien hatched less than an hour ago. The host is in dire condition, conscious but shocked, dehydrated, and delirious. I'm heading his way. We talked on the phone five minutes ago.

- Do you know if it fed?

- No, I guess not, Tom was alone at home, and they should be doing the bonding thing now. At least it sounded like that when I had it on the phone earlier.

- You must make sure it didn't feed before you get there. Call Tom now. How long till you get there?

- 10 minutes

- Send me the address, I'll be on my way.

There were things about Clara that Tom had no idea about. He knew she was a researcher and worked in a laboratory but didn't know exactly what she was doing and didn't bother to ask. As a construction worker, Tom was a rather simple-minded guy. He liked her, she was good-looking, her sex was amazing and her cooking too. She was okay with that; Tom was the ideal candidate for her experiments, calm, docile, and oblivious, just like one of the white hamsters in her lab. She never told Tom about her lab work at AllBiotech. Even though it was less than two years since she joined, she now was in charge of leading a moonshot project in the top-secret research department of the company. It was Mr. Spencer, the assistant professor of her doctorate thesis. He recruited her for her talent in DNA decryption and activation, a topic that greatly fascinated her and studied thoroughly. It's a rather abstract field of genetics that deals with the so-called junk DNA, the long-ignored code dismissed by everyone in the area as ... Junk. Her intuition was that it is actually foreign DNA code of other organisms - possibly Alien, that lies dormant in encrypted form.

It was only three months ago at the time when Tom ran into her that she had had a breakthrough in her research and her hypothesis validated. At that moment, she needed a human host to innoculate with an embryo carrying this decrypted foreign DNA that almost nobody knew what it was. Long story short Tom was the ideal candidate for her experiment. She could easily surveill and control him.