Part One - Alien

He was a presumptuous doctor. His name was Alden Pretorious, and he was in charge in that operating theatre.

“Sister, artery forceps please.”

He was in control, there was no doubt about that. He was professional beyond measure, and he made sure every little detail about everyone and everything in that room was recorded, controlled and within acceptable limits.

And that was his problem. Life was figured out. Hope was a thing for children, and the world was a tiny place for him. Everything had been measured, and anything unmeasured was unimportant and a plaything for the ignorant. He knew all that mattered, and he was always right. Naturally. He was a life-saver.

A medical student stood opposite to him, holding the patient’s wound open while he operated. The student had that look of feigned enthusiasm on her face, but the mask of fake excitement was faded by six years of 30-hour calls and intense study sessions like a cliff-face exposed to years of crashing waves.

It was a normal theatre day. Everything was boringly normal. Lives were being saved, which was a great thing, and students were crapped on like slaves, which was not such a great thing.

Everything was sterile. Every thing and person in that room had either scrubbed or changed into sterile clothe-covers or both. Nothing non-sterile existed in that room, until the flash of fire came.

There was a green flash in the corner of the room, and a tall man suddenly appeared in that spot. Long dark hair, and an uncanny green color in his eyes. He looked angry, and his clothes looked hand-made.

Everyone in the theatre-room froze and stared at him. He seemed just as shocked as them, even through his angry looking eyes.

The medical student, in her haze of tired thoughts idly wondered why he wore such strange clothes, when the no-nonsense shout of her professor tore through her undisciplined mind, and snapped them into a more responsible mode of thinking.

“What the hell are you doing here in non-sterile clothes?” He screamed like someone just ran over his dog. “Sister, get him out of here, now!”

One of the nurses approached him calmly as the professor continued his raving. He seemed to prefer to ignore the fact that the long-haired man had appeared out of nowhere.
“Who do you think coming in here like that? You’ve put this man’s life in jeopardy! I’m going to have you arrested for this, do you understand? You cant just…”

The medical student lost track of what he was saying at this point and was paying more attention to the mystery-man now.

The nurse had just put her hand on his arm when he suddenly grabbed her by the throat and brought her face close to his. His eyes seemed to glow green, or perhaps it was a trick of the light. The medical student wasnt quite sure...