The rain pounded it's heavy fist against the window in heavy sheets. All outside was nothing but rolling and rumbling grayness that made me feel all depressed. "Fuckin rain" I muttered and rolled myself up in three layers of covers to hide myself.
I heard my mom walk in with my little brother Anthony in tow, "Amber what are you doing?' she asked with a heavy sigh.
"Nothing," I whined sarcastically, "hiding myself from the world so I'm not here". My loving parents have decided to leave me at home while they took my brother to a medieval convention up in North Dakota. It wasn't effing fair that I couldn't go either, but they could only afford three tickets. NO wait they didn't even buy these tickets they friggin won them off a radio. I hated being poor. Well we weren't poor but we weren't rich so don't' go thinking we're bums okay? Okay.
My mom sighed again, she sighs a lot, and set down her suitcase "Ambie you got to go to your slitterbon waterpark last year and now its Anthony's turn".
"I don't care I don't' want to be at the friggin house all summer I'll go crazy here" my voice muffled under the heavy covers.
My dad honked the car outside impatiently and mom picked up her suitcase, "you won't be here all summer we're only gonna be gone for four weeks".
"That's like half my summer!"
"You'll be fine I'll leave money for you to shop and rent some movies but no boys and no party's understand?" she laid a credit card down and a few hundreds on the coffee table. "Call us if something goes wrong and don't forget to lock all the doors at night and keep your cell phone handy" She half turned then turned back, "Oh and your Aunt will be checking in on you once in a while".
"Great, the coo coo lady" I muttered.
Mom scowled at me then kissed my forehead and forced my eight year old brother to give me a hug. I watched their car leave the driveway until the falling rain made it difficult to see.
I huffed and plopped down on the couch and turned the T.V on.
Now what should I watch today Merlin, no Ghost Hunters, gay Magic School Bus, what? King Aurthur, hellsheano! Hannah Montanna, I'll kill the bitch if I hear her name again. I settled for a nice season of CSI. It was nothing like a bunch of crazy rapist pillaging innocient people. Yep I'm a weird kid. The episode was good and long so it passed time. After that I watched Avatar the last air bender, hell yea!
A orange tabby cat howled at the door, "Leonidas shut up!" I threw a cheetoh at him and he sniffed it and padded to his litterbox. Gross, I hate cats. I want a dog and I'll name him Hercules. So Hercules can eat Leonidas. HAHA pwnnnage!
I wanted some hamburgers but I was too lazy to cook them so I decided to order from Chester's. I would kill for a chocolate cake too but no I need to stick to my healthy Veggieburger. Fuck that I want a friggin greasy, cheesy hamburger! So that's what I'm going to get and that chocolate cake too. YESSSSS
The delivery guy, who happens to be an old 'friend' from school showed up two hours later. My fuckin food better not be cold. Jerry was a jock and we all know how jocks are. Big, muscular assholes who think with their penis.
"Hey Amber how's it hanging I didn't know you lived here," he invited himself on in and set the food down on the counter, "where's the folks?"
I grabbed my wallet. I didn't wasn't to use my moms money yet and knowing myself it would be gone by the weeks end. "Out of state for four weeks, how much do I owe ya?"
"No joke? Out of state for four weeks? Man I would kill for that opportunity". He grinned. OH no not the grin. "We should totally throw a party here". God I hated him, almost any other girl at our school would consider him 'hot' but noooo not me I'm not gonna be another trophy on his belt.
"Oh boy look at the time" I shoved him toward the doorway and tossed a forty in his face, "keep the change have a nice night goodbye" before he tried to say something I slammed the door and heard him groan on the other side. Ha I hope I hit his nose.
Mwahah extremely unhealthy hamburger time! Wait I didn't order three aww Jerry must have given me an extra one. I'll be sure you not thank him the next time we meet. I was about ready to dive into delicious happy hamburger land when I heard a loud creaking on my roof.
"The fuhhh…." I trailed off and craned my neck to look up. The creaking continued across my roof then it stopped and I heard something being opened upstairs. "Omggshiittt" I ran to my kitchen and grabbed a knife. No effing way on my first night alone a friggin robber tries to break in. I saw a random bat propped up against the far wall and decided that would make for a better weapon. Yea just bonk him on the head and call the police what a foolproof plan it was.
The creaking was on my second floor now so oh so slowly I began to climb our stairs. Just do it quietly and I'll have the element of surprise. Like hell someone is going to rob my house full of precious valuables. I don't even think we had anything that valuable except for my mom's Chinese Kimono made of pure Chinese silk. Oh yea and my laptop. Shit not my laptop, my pretty pink laptop! Over my dead body!
I finally made it to the top of my stairs. Lightning flashed outside and lit the house up in a white sheet like something out of a horror movies. Great, not helping at all! The creaking stopped, shit he must have heard me. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and looked down the dark empty hallway. Another creak came from somewhere near. Another flash if lightning. Wait there WAS something in hallway. Or something that was slightly invisible. Invisible? How in the hell is that possible? Whatever it was it was fiddling with the thermostat and hadn't seen me yet apparently. I back into the wall. Our hallway was wide enough so I decided I was going to scoot along the back of it and knock whatever it was to oblivion. So far it worked.
Closer, it still hadn't seen me yet, good.
Closer, still no detection. Maybe I can do this!
Almost there, dude I feel like such a ninja right now!
Totally almost there, mwahhaha!
There, ROAR! Shit!
It decloaked and before me stood the most biggest thing on two legs I've ever seen. It was sparsely covered in silver amour on it's legs, shoulders, and groin with a loincloth dangling between it's legs. Whatever it was it was extremely muscular with large arms, shoulders, narrow waist with clearly defined abs. Hmmm..yum..wait no time to drool it was a freaking alien for christ sake! A metal mask with eye pieces roared in annoyance at me yet again! Maybe it was just a natural reaction but I reared back and took the hardest swing I ever took. It proved completely useless, gee thanks five years of softball. It caught the wooden bat with ease and yanked it from me and almost tearing my arms of in the process. It growled again and slowly advanced on me with it's arms thrown behind it's back in a defensive position. Shit this thing was going to tackle me into the wall!
So I did what every girl would do in this case. Run like hell! I turned around after it roared a third time and high tailed it down the hallway and down the stairs. Do you know one of those days where every corner you turn something bad is happening?
Well this was one of those days, at least for me. Right in the center of my living room was something that I thought might have jumped out of a mutated creatures episode. It was quite literally the ugliest thing I've ever seen. It had the biggest head that was at least three feet long and an even longer tail to I guess even it out. The body was skinny but it had four legs that was in a pouncing position and even worse, it was drooling on my carpet. Effing gross.
I stumbled onto my ass at the foot of the stairs. It was merely five feet from me. The creature roared something that sounded like an elephant peacock mixed together in one terrifying voice. It's long and pointed tail flicked violently behind it.
OHMYGAWDDSHHH I'm going to be shish kabobbed by an alien before I turn eighteen. All seventeen years of school and strict parents for nothing! I've never even been drunk before!
I was seriously two feet away from my death when I felt more than saw the huge man thing lumber down the stairs, jump, and land on the black demon before it had a chance to skewer me to six different pieces. The two species went rolling about, knocking over lamps and furniture that I was going to get screamed at for. My mom is soo going to kill me if I'm not dead first. In a frenzy of arms and legs the man alien had a long spear out in one hand that was pinned down by the other alien and me not even caring who wins dove into the kitchen and hid behind the island. I heard grunts, roars and squeals then an extremely louder than loud roar that my neighbors could hear a mile away and everything went silent.
"shit" I breathed.
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It was nearly an hour after the epic battle ensued and I was still scared shitless. I didn't want to move from my safe stop behind the counter fearing whoever one would chop me to pieces on sight but, I didn't hear anything. Maybe I got lucky and they were both dead. Who and what were they anyway? Why were they fighting? Who cares why am I asking myself these questions!
I turned around and gripped the counter and peered over. Nothing.
Maybe they were gone.
I stood all the way up. Wrong. On the floor the two bodies were right beside each other. The black thing was non moving and had the silver spear jutting from his head through his mouth. I shuddered. What a sucky way to die. I also noticed a hole was right underneath the black body where something had burned through. I stepped closer, it wasn't breathing. Well no duh it's head was practically in two! But, that doesn't' mean I shouldn't take precautions.
The other humanoid, well I suppose it was a humanoid, was right beside it with a large would in it's right shoulder a few minor cuts on it's legs and was that it's…WHOA! It had like super glowy blood or something. I felt something cool on my and I realized I had touched it. "Eeeshh yuck!" I made a sickening face and wiped it on my shirt. I realized then that it wasn't dead, it was breathing. A raspy sound. It was unconscious or something from loss of blood perhaps. I saw the aliens tail had the glowy blood on it's tip. So..it must have shish ka bobbed the man alien, better it than me I suppose. I nearly jumped out of my own skin when it coughed.
Holy shizzle, okay okay! I paced back in forth! I have not one, no god didn't think I only deserved one but two aliens in my house. One dead and one unconscious. One ugly as hell and one…well pretty decent looking depending on what's under the mask. I began to hyperventilate. Would my aunt shows up tomorrow and sees the mess? Shit I'm so dead.
I ran to the kitchen, jumping over broken lamps and a coffee table. I had so much cleaning up to do. I grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1. It took me two tries because my fingers were shaking so bad. The phone rang once and then from the sound of it a young man answered.
"This is Drywood County Police Department what's your emergency?"
"Hi yes thank GAWWDD you have to help me!"
"Calm down miss what's wrong?"
"Okay okay, there's two aliens in my house on my living room floor. They had like a mini war in my living room and totally destroyed it. The ugly ones dead and the other one is unconscious and it's bleeding glowy shit all over my floor and my moms gonna kill me. Can you like, get the men in black or someone to come get them?"
…click…
"Shit!"
Okay, okay so what am I to do? I could call my aunt. Hell no! The police think I'm crazy so there's no help there. Ahhh why don't they have a manual for something like this! I walked back to the living room where the two guest lay. Maybe I could try and wake the big one up. Perhaps it wont kill me? Maybe it will just take it's friend and go. GAHH what a stupid plan!
I grabbed the umbrella from it's carrier beside the door and walked up to the man alien. It was still breathing.
Poke poke poke, nothing. I poked the other alien just to be sure and it's blood totally melted the tip of the umbrella. I screamed and chunked the thing across the room. Okay poking the ugly one is baaaaadd.
I paced again. I felt like that lion at the zoo that did nothing for a whole hour but pace.
Alright I needed to get the black one out of my house without touching it's blood. I'll have to figure out what to do to the other one later. I grabbed the metal spear and pulled it free with a consorted effort. It was strange how light the object was. I thought for several minutes on how I was going to get it out and with some serious brain juice I finally came up with an idea.
I stabbed the damn thing through the head and made both ends of the spear stick out evenly on both sides. The blood spurted out and made other holes in my floor but I would have to fix that later. I found some rope in the kitchen under the sink and tied the large rope to both ends of the spear. It took almost an hour because the damn thing was so heavy but I dragged and dragged it by the rope and was finally out the door. Thank god I lived at least half a mile from my nearest neighbor.
Great now I got a big ass alien in my back yard now what do I do. Burn it, duh! I grabbed like three bottles of lighter fluid off my dads grill and poured it on the creature. The rain had stopped so burning it wouldn't be so difficult. With a lighter it went up in flames. I kept pouring lighter fluid on it until all three bottles were empty then came the gasoline. I put wood on it to keep it burning and went inside to tend to my other patient.
I stopped before it. It was still in the same position, sprawled out and bleeding slightly. I felt kind of bad for it. It didn't seem as brutal as the black one did. In fact didn't it save my life at the base of the stairs? So it's decided instead of burning this one I would help it get better and pray for it not to kill me.
The basement! HA it couldn't stay down in the basement. So another hour went by of dragging and nearly pulling my back muscles. This one was much heavier but I guess the fact that the stairs went down helped me and I 'accidentaly' rolled it down. How could someone stay unconscious through that? Who cares as long as it stayed that way. There was a spare mattress about queen-sized and I used some gross looking but extra blankets to lay on top of it. But, before I would set him on it I had to stop the bleeding. It was gross anyway.
I ran up to the medicine cabinet. Ahh all the medical drugs in the world! I got some rather large bandages figuring it would need it and some peroxide and gauze pads. There were some needles but no I hate needles and I don't even like to use them on other things. I came back down relieved he was still unconscious and lying on the dirty wooden floor. I turned on some lamps since it was dark and flipped the furnace up. The rain had stopped but it was still freezing cold.
Now here I lay, beside a rather muscular alien, not that I'm complaining. Where should I start? GAHH I have no idea what I'm doing. C'mon it's common sense Amber just try! Okay okay! The armor would have to come off but wait would if it wakes up and thinks I'm raping it or something! Who cares it should be effing grateful I'm even doing this I could have let him sink to the bottom of a lake!
I fiddled around with it until I found a way to unclasp it's armor. It was light just like the spear but looked durable enough. I had everything off but the loin cloth. I wasn't THAT interested to see what it looked like. Oh and it's mask in case it couldn't breathe our air. I marveled at how muscular this creature was. The abs were perfectly formed along with it's pecks and shoulders.
Gahh this is no time to be hitting on an alien!
I brought down buckets of water and started cleaning the wounds out. The small ones first and then the big one in it's right shoulder. Okay almost done now comes the hard part. Peroxide! I hated peroxide I used to scream when my mom would have to use it on me. I poured some on a gauze pad and waited a second.
Hiss…ROAR..shit!
It awoke as soon as I touched his shoulder with the peroxide.
"Hyyaashnniitttt" I jumped back or maybe it shoved me back. Either way I was at least five feet from it when I looked up. The creature had jumped up on it's legs, in a defensive position. It growled and roared again, the peroxide was bubbling on it's shoulder. It then looked at it's armor in a rumpled pile in the corner and growled again.
It took a step closer.
I ran like hell, screaming like a banshee, up the basement stair out the door and up to my own sanctuary of a bedroom where I remained for a good three hours. Thank god I had a functional bladder control or I woulda pissed myself.
It six in the morning when I had the courage to go downstairs again. The living room was still the same as I had left it, trashed. I checked on the alien I burnt last night and found it a pile of ashes that I sweeped and discarded off in the woods.
Should I go down there and check to see if he's still there? I suppose I should. Maybe he's gone but, I had to make certain. I opened the door a crack, nothing. I took one creaky step down the stairs, nothing. I saw him then sitting on the bed. He was tinkering with something on his wrist and sounded extremely frustrated. I took another step and he looked up. ROARRRR!
I ran.
I had no idea what to do. I couldn't go down in there without him tearing me to pieces then how was I going to get him out of here before my aunt would stop by. Did they even give me a time she would stop by? No they didn't so I could expect her any time. Shitt!
I spent the remainder of the day cleaning up after the mini war in my living room. The coffee table was broken beyond repair so I just dumped it outside. I patched up the hole in the floor with some wood in the shed and nails. It was a terrible job but would keep me from falling through knowing how groggy I can bein mornings. I used a scrub brush to get the glowy blood stains out of the carpet. Mom is soooo going to have a fit.
The day passed quickly and still no sign of the creature. I was beginning to get anxious. I needed to get this thing out of my house. I couldn't keep it locked down in my basement. I paced again, I pace too much.
Okay, I had to go down in there no matter how scary it was and get some answers.
I opened the basement door. It roared again and I ran again.
I tried an hour later. Growl, run.
"Fuck it!" I screamed and stomped up to my bedroom. It was ten o'clock and I wanted sleep. I took a long shower and stopped in front of the mirror.
I shrugged at myself. My brown hair was damp and curled around my face. I wasn't strikingly beautiful by no means. I guess to describe myself I would be ordinary. Brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'6''. Nothing special. As for weight I was in between. Of course I liked to jog on our school track every now and then so I had muscles in my legs but that was about it. I liked running. It cleared my mind.
I changed into a spaghetti strap top and some boxer shorts and just for precaution I locked my door. Hey it was a male after all. At least I think it was. Well it had a groin and manly muscles not to mention the serious bad attitude. Yep definitely male.
