Ryan Bettencourt has an enviable life. Happily married with two great kids and a successful and profitable career he loves, the world is at his feet. But one evening, while driving home, something extraordinary changes everything. His ordinary life takes a twist into the bizarre when his drive home is interrupted by a ship visiting from another planet. He is now an unwilling guest on the spaceship Solar Flare, an extraordinary blend of machine and sentient being. The Solar Flare has been sent to Earth to retrieve a human being, and Ryan is the lucky winner of this new adventure. The ship, using telepathy and Ryan's help, awakens the ship's crew, four humanoids and Tobias, a being unlike any Ryan had ever seen or even imagined. With elfin features, light-green skin, dark-green wings, and a tail similar to a monkey's, Tobias is truly alien. Ryan soon learns that the visitors are running from enemies and are now lost-and in need of humanity's help. The extraterrestrials explore Earth and determine that it will be a suitable place to lay low for a while. Once safely hidden from their enemies, they begin repairs to their battle-scarred ship. Maybe they can ever figure out where they are and how to get home. But when Tobias accidentally kills two humans, no one seems to care that it was in self-defense. Can his shipmates and new human friend rescue him before he's executed?

COSMIC MISFITS

By Ray Rogers

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Ray Rogers
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4759-5317-6

Chapter One

Ryan Bettencourt climbed into his black luxury car, and set his briefcase on the floor in front of the passenger seat. He closed his door and settled in behind the wheel, getting comfortable in the plush, tan leather seat. Business had been hectic that day, leaving him utterly exhausted. It felt good to be done with work. He was anxious to get home.

Ryan started the car, and backed out of his parking space. His was the only remaining vehicle in the lot; his hired help had already left for the day. Ryan placed the automobile in drive, and headed toward home.

It was twilight. The sun was setting, and daylight was waning. In another few minutes, stars would be visible in the blue sky above, and soon thereafter, blue would change to black.

Ryan switched on his headlights to combat the impending darkness, then fiddled with the radio. His eyes returned to the road as he was about to run a red light at a busy intersection. His eyes went wide, and his pulse quickened. He cursed as he hit the brakes. Had he not stopped in time, there would have been a major collision, and it would have been his fault. He sighed in relief, his hands trembling on the wheel.

Pay attention to the road, idiot! He scolded himself as he watched a blue sedan cross his path through the intersection. A woman in the passenger seat glared angrily at Ryan as the vehicle passed. There were more stares and shakes of the head as other vehicles followed. Ryan averted his eyes, feeling properly embarrassed. He waited for the light to change, then continued on his way.

Ryan Bettencourt was a middle aged real estate broker who ran a successful firm in the city. He was five feet, eight inches tall, and had an average build. Ryan had brown eyes, and his brown hair was starting to gray at the temples. He wore eyeglasses to correct his astigmatism. Ryan was happily married, had two terrific kids, and money wasn't a problem. All in all, Ryan was a lucky man. He was an ordinary guy, living an ordinary life.

Something extraordinary was about to change all that, however.

He was about a mile from his home in the suburbs when something materialized in the near distance. It had appeared out of nowhere, and was directly in his path. It started out as a shadowy shape, and then took solid form. It was shaped like a bell, and looked metallic. Its silver skin gleamed beneath the glow of the streetlight.

What the hell? Ryan thought as he quickly brought his car to a halt on the side of the road. The giant silver bell was right in the middle of the lane, and he was forced to veer around it to avoid a collision. His black Mercedes ended up at the edge of the asphalt, where the road and earth converged. For the second time in under thirty minutes, Ryan had barely avoided an accident. Ryan silenced the engine and got out.

What the hell is that? Ryan wondered as he studied the giant silver bell, slowly walking around it. It stood about eight feet high. It was eight feet in circumference at the base, six feet at the top. Ryan stared at it in utter astonishment as he reached out to touch it. It was made of an alloy Ryan wasn't familiar with.

"What the hell is this?" Ryan muttered aloud, his voice filled with awe. He looked around, noticing for the first time that he was the only one around. "And why isn't there any traffic?" This was normally a busy road, and there wasn't another soul in sight. It added to the eeriness of the situation.

Ryan's attention was drawn from the deserted street to a sound coming from the giant silver bell. A door was opening, sliding from right to left along its track, disappearing into the hull of the strange contraption. Light spilled out from within, illuminating the night and exposing the giant silver bell's interior. From his vantage point, Ryan could see a light blue wall and what appeared to be a chrome handrail about waist high. Frowning, he stepped closer.

Reaching the threshold, he poked his head inside. The wall was blue, the flooring was black, and the ceiling was white. The chrome handrail ran the entire circumference of the interior, cut off on either side of the door. There was a small square panel just inside the door, on his right. It contained a keypad with strange symbols on it. A foreign language? Ryan wondered. He frowned as he took it all in.

Go inside, a strange feminine voice said in his mind. Ryan gasped and staggered back, his hands trembling and his heart racing. Go inside, it repeated. The voice was soft, soothing, oddly comforting. Ryan didn't realize he had entered the strange capsule until it was too late. There came the quiet hum of the door mechanism engaging, and he whirled around in time to see the door closing.

With a groan, Ryan moved forward in a futile attempt to get out before the door sealed him in. He pounded on the door with both fists to no avail. He uttered a whimpering sound. "Let me out!" He cried. "You've had your fun, now please let me out!"

It was of no use. There was no one around to hear him. There was no car, no pedestrian, no curious bystander waiting in the wings. He was alone, trapped in the giant silver bell with no hope of getting out.

Something began to happen. There was a low, barely audible hum, and the sensation of movement. Ryan stared at the small square control panel beside the door; it was glowing, the keypad illuminated, the strange symbols he didn't recognize seemingly mocking him. He forced himself to release his grip on the handrail in order to approach the control panel. His trembling fingers tapped and poked the keypad with no result. All he got for his efforts was a series of electronic beeps.

"What the hell is going on, here?" Ryan moaned, becoming more agitated by the moment. "Whoever you are, this is not funny. I demand to be let out of here ... now!" He was trying to sound tough, but it didn't quite come across. He sounded more frightened than anything. The damned thing appeared out of nowhere.

The sensation of movement ceased, and the low humming noise ended. Ryan braced himself, preparing for the worst.

"Now what?" He asked the silence.

Chapter Two

The door to the strange capsule opened, and then another door opened beyond that. Ryan was reluctant to move at first, but since he didn't know what else to do, he decided to venture forth and investigate. Gathering his resolve, he took a deep breath, exhaled, and stepped across the threshold.

He found himself standing in a large oval room. The room was light blue, with a shiny black floor and a white ceiling. Looking down from the very center of the ceiling was a large, smoke-grey dome, like those concealing surveillance cameras in retail stores. Looking up, he wondered if it too had a surveillance camera behind it. He stared at it for a moment, then began investigating the rest of the room.

At the opposite end of the room where he'd entered was the main control center. There were two stations with matching chairs situated before them, and the chairs were divided by a console with more controls on it. The chairs themselves were black with silver trim, with high backs and head supports. The console and control panels were done in shades of grey and black. The control panels themselves were illuminated with twinkling lights, scopes, and monitors. Above the control panels were more lit panels, situated so that they could be reached from the chairs. Ryan wondered what purpose the control center served. For all he knew it could...