Since there is no catagory for Mars Attacks! directed by Tim Burton and starring Jack Nicholson, I'll write it here. This is one of my earlier stories that I began when I was 9 years old (young eh?). I hope you enjoy reading it.
The Foretold One
"Hey girl, what're watching today?" Monica Wilson asked.
"Mars Attacks!," Angela replied. "My favorite movie."
"We've seen this over a hundred times." Monica protested.
"Lets make this a hundred and one times." Angela said. "Plus, I can't get enough of watching it."
"You can't get over the puppets in Puppet Master." Monica sighed.
Angela Irene, a tall red haired fifteen year old with emerald green eyes, was taking a tape from the shelf. It was her most favorite film, directed by Tim Burton and starring Jack Nicholson. The front flap had a green martian, one of the ambassadors, and a big headed blonde haired woman standing back to back. A dog with a human head and underneath it was the starring and co-starring characters. Monica Wilson was a short black haired fourteen year old with blue eyes. Both other them were wearing green tank tops and army cut-off jean shorts. Angela's hair was drawn back tightly in a bun.
"Oh no," Angela exclaimed.
"What is it?" Monica asked.
"The tape, it's broken." Angela cried.
"Yay, then we can watch something else." Monica gasped.
"I...I guess." Angela sighed.
Monica stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, it took her only five steps to reach it, and took down a cartoon movie called The Last Unicorn. Popping it into the VCR, she sat back and didn't budge. Angela sat herself down beside her, but she wasn't watching the movie. Instead she was thinking about her favorite movie, the one that had mysteriously broken. She felt tears well up in her eyes, if only she could live in any movie she chose, if that could have been possible then she'd never have to watch it again, she'd live it day after day until the day she died.
"Man that was a good movie," Monica exclaimed. "What do you think is the best part?"
"The unicorns running out of the ocean." Angela sighed.
"Yeah that was my favorite part to." Monica said. "What time is it?"
"Eleven, eleven at night." Angela replied.
"Really, sorry but I gotta go." Monica said. "Mother will kill me if I stay past eleven thirty."
"Talk to you tomorrow," Angela said. "Bye."
Once Monica was gone Angela ran up the stairs, opened her bedroom door and flopped herself on her bed. On her walls were posters that she had blown up from the internet, one was the martian ambassador with the blue cape while another was the other ambassador with the red cape. Another posted was of a running white horse, beneath the horse ran a caption that said Run After Your Dreams. Her bureau had been freshly painted white with a heart shaped mirror and her curtains were blue. Her carpet was multi-colored blue and pink while the walls were dark purple. Angela burried her head into her soft pillow and fell asleep, if she had any idea of what would happen to her the next day, she would have stayed awake.
Angela woke up cold, that was the first thing that she noticed, and hungry. Reaching over she tried to grab her pillow, thinking it had fallen onto the floor again as she tended to toss and turn a lot during the night. When she couldn't find it she opened her eyes. The first thing that she saw was a red floatation device just above her head. Sitting upright, she saw she no longer was at home in her own bed, she was in a clear glass case with a metal floor.
"Where am I?" Angela asked herself aloud.
"I think the question that you should be asking is," said a voice. "How did I get here?"
"How said that!" Angela started.
Angela looked around frantically, then she heard a noise that made her slowly turn to her left. A platform was lowering itself, the top looked like an ice cream scoop only slightly whiter. Sitting on the platforms scoop was an alien, with a draping sparkly blue cape flowing from his shoulders. Angela's mouth opened wide, sitting in front of her was one of the ambassadors from Mars Attacks!.
"You...you're the martian ambassador." Angela stuttered.
"Yes, and you are an intruder." said the ambassador.
"Intruder?" Angela repeated. "How'd I get here?"
"We found you sleeping in the weapon hold." the ambassador replied.
"Where's the red caped one?" Angela asked fearfully.
"The red caped one?" the ambassador repeated confusingly.
"You know, the ambassador with the red cape." Angela said.
"Oh him, he's coming." the ambassador exclaimed.
The ambassador had climbed down from his platformed chair, Angela could see that it had a blue cushion seat and a cup holder. The martian was medium height, five feet tall, with a skull-like head and small white eyes with black pupils. His ashen white finger and toe nails and light green, almost grey, skin. His cape flowed longly behind him, it sparkled with blue, purple and white glittery scales.
"What were you doing in the weapons hold?" the ambassador asked meanly.
"Mister ambassador..." Angela started.
"Marlios if you mind." Marlios sneared.
"Marlios, nice name, I can assure you I am not a thief." Angela said.
"Oh I know you arne't," Marlios snapped. "a thief won't take a nap on the job."
"I fell asleep in my bed, on Earth..." Angela sputtered. "I can assure you that I..."
It was obvious that he wasn't believing her so she stopped talking. When she looked down she saw that she had been stripped almost naked. The only garmets she wore were her red silk bra and thong. Marlios smiled, he had plans for her and she was going to comply with them even if she didn't want to. He was the ruler, alongside his brother, of his people and what he said was taken seriously. He had never seen a human of this divine beauty before, red copper hair and emerald eyes made him hungry in such a way frightened him.
"What are you going to do to me?" Angela asked fearfully. She had a bad feeling that he was going to rape her.
"Nothing right now, we'll wait until we land." Marlios rasped.
"Land?" Angela repeated. "Mars, we're gonna land on Mars?"
"Yes, my home planet." Marlios sneared.
"But, I won't be able to breath." Angela protested.
"Yes you will, your lungs are similiar to our own." Marlios growled.
"I'm human, I need air to breath." Angela continued.
"Are you listening to me girlie?" Marlios yelled. "You are the foretold one."
"Foretold one, I have no idea what you are talking about." Angela screamed.
"You are the one in the scriptures, born copper and green." Marlios explained. "The one sought after for generations."
Angela shook her head, she wasn't buying anything he said. She was still faint headed, so she lowered her body to the floor and curled up in a fetal position. Looking up, she saw that Marlios had already climbed into his platformed chair and it was rising. With a sigh she lowered her head to the floor and cried.
"Can I get my clothes?" Angela asked. "I knew I was wearing pants and a shirt."
"You were, Marlios took them while you were sleeping." said a short martian.
"Can I get them back?" Angela asked again, aggitated.
"No, he likes looking at your body." the martian sneared.
"Look martian..." Angela started angrily.
"It's Shlomis human." Shlomis snarled.
"Shlomis, I want my clothes now." Angela screamed.
"Leave her be Shlomis, she isn't going to be treated like a princess on my ship." Marlios called down.
Shlomis was a very skinny martian, about as skinny as Marlios, but with light redish grey skin. His teeth barely came out from his gums, meaning he was young and in training. He was wearing a ruby red underwear-like cloth over his genital region. He had a scar, long and black, running lengthwise down his left arm. When he noticed that she was looking at the scar, he turned around fearfully and shamefully, obviously that he had done something bad to recieve it. Sighing, Angela fell asleep and started dreaming about rainbows and lightning storms.