He sat, hidden in the tree, in the park, by the memorial.
His fingers curled round a pair of binoculars.
At this position he could see past the tree line opposite and into her room.
He watched as she undressed.
She wriggled out of her pants and stood naked.
He started to get excited and his breathe quickened in anticipation of what was to come.
Slowly she unzipped her skin revealing lilac scales.
The reptilian shook its head side to side and stretched out it’s long tail.
The man adjusted the scope on his L115A3 and lined up the shot.
When he had the creature in his sights he fired.
The lizard’s chest exploded and it claws instinctively covered the hole as it turned to see the threat.
A second bullet sailed through the front of the reptilian’s skull and it fell dead.
The next day the man read the news article in his office on the Isle of Wight.
The article’s headline read “Prime Minister dead! Fourth politically motivated murder in a week!”
The names of victims, Tony Blair, David Cameron, George Osborne and Theresa May sat below.
David Icke turned off his computer, walked down the hall and pulled on a wall mounted light.
The wall slowly moved to the side and Icke walked towards the exotic communication panel.
He peeled of his mask and spoke in a language not known to this planet’s other inhabitants.
A similar voice responded with the same sounding speech from the communication machine.
The Martian lightly swung the face of his human disguise as he conversed.