Callisto's Tunnel-Dread

A Story by Abishai100

Callisto (Venusian) narrates this psyche-tale of Earth-adventure involving disguised/transformed (X-Men) identity, alien outbreak, and a gypsy alliance.

A fable of dark proportion featuring the colorful anti-heroic (but unforgettable) Callisto (Marvel Comics). Enjoy,

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I'd been living out of the Wingate hotel (United States) and no one knew I was from Venus. My name's Callisto, and I'm a telekinetic disguised as a humanoid-male named Amlan Satan working on blood-diamond reports for capitalism-monitors but encountered a very bizarre story in New Jersey while I was doing research at the Wingate with the cool WiFi resources they'd offer me as a well-paying guest from Venus.

I crossed into Earth-realm through the Stargate-portal and also used the portal to disguise myself as a male-humanoid named Amlan Satan, and that's the pseudonym I've been using in the United States, and no one knows the Stargate portal's temporarily dispowered!

On Venus, I was an underground knife-combatant named Callisto with a special keen-eye (well, one working-eye after a battle on my planet with the Invid against my beloved Morlock-race) for Earth-civilization interventions, planning a vigilante newborn life as a Catholic prince of capitalism-securities (Amlan Satan), perhaps with a newfound love of Facebook (ha).

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange and makes terrorism woe!

Well, this strange tale-twist involves a band of insect-dragon alien 'beings' (quite sharp!) called Xenomorphs from the iconic sci-fi/horror media franchise/comics. These Aliens came to life by leaping out of the pages when a mischievous Stargate-portal traveler dropped one after picking up a copy in Earth-realm. Now, there was a Xenomorph prowling around in the tunnels of New Jersey (United States), which is where I had to become some kind of literal heroist.

I teamed up with a gorgeous Wingate gypsy-resident named Esmerelda, and I knew she didn't believe a word I said, but I did manage to convince her of the rumors of alien-infestation in the Jersey-tunnels, because of the news-headlines I showed her, but she didn't believe I was a Venusian female combatant in my ex-life (Callisto), but I joked, "You just need some healthy Facebook-IQ suspension of disbelief, beautiful girl."

ESMERELDA: You want my help with this 'alien' search mission in the tunnels, friend...what if the story has some reality in it?

ME ('Amlan Satan'): What...did you think I was joking around at the Wingate, beautiful girl?
ESMERELDA: Who's the soap-man with the video-recorder here at the Wingate today, friend?
ME: Well...I think that's a star-exec of some daytime-drama here to report on Jersey-traffic for Consumer Reports (ha).

Esmerelda/I made some homemade acid to load into a water-rifle toy inserted with a thin glass tube in the shooting-piston. We took our crafty 'acid-gun' to the Jersey-tunnels and discovered an insect-dragon 'creature' with ravenous claws and an eerie visage hiding down there, with a menacing grimace, perhaps 'scouting' Earth for an invasion vision, and we noticed a Rottweiler hanging around, abandoned pet, and it was barking at the alien. We drew our acid for fire.

ALIEN: Who the hell are you two friends?
ME/ESMERELDA: We're warriors from Jersey, alien.

ALIEN: I'm going to destroy this barking Rottweiler (eh)!
ME/ESMERELDA: You need to cross back through the Stargate and abandon this threat-track in these tunnels.

ALIEN: See this Weyland Company space-research box left here (abandoned) in these tunnels?
ME/ESMERELDA: We don't care what that box holds, see.

ALIEN: Shoot me in the feet with your acid-gun toy and I'll flee back through the Stargate (eh).

After our anything-but-chess engagement with the nefarious Xenomorph alien being in those Jersey tunnels, we 'persuaded' the venomous incendiary with quick-witted acid-shots to its scurrying reptilian dragon-feet and sent it back through the Stargate. It was gone (exiled!). Esmerelda and I became life-partners and moved into a Sturbridge (woods) house with her parents' money...and she still doesn't believe I'm the Venusian Callisto (ha).