Blizzard Ch1 ()~/

My heart was racing. Pounding. Frantic. My breath puffed out in a white cloud in the chilly air. The thick coat that kept me warm now restricted my movements. My blood was thick in my veins. My shoes sunk into the deep snow as I tried to escape. I was getting farther and farther from my house, and I knew that was a mistake, but I had little choice. The beast chasing after me was more deadly than anything I had ever known. Smarter than any animal. Faster than my bundled up body. The wind stung my watering eyes as it corralled me away with spinning metal discs and burning lasers. I had barely gotten a glimpse of the monster, barely escaped, and already my movements were slowing.

Everything was white, a white blur, and to make things worse my killer was invisible. Only the weapons thrown at me, and the snow sticking to its body, momentarily gave it away. So as I gasped for breath and swirled around to scan for the hunter, I had really only surrendered.

I could not tell if I had lost him or if he was hovering right in front of me. My lungs were raw and my muscles were heavy with exhaustion. But three pinpoints of red, eight foot from the ground and forming a small triangle, suddenly gave me warning. I had barely dodged the assault, a gaping hole left in the ice and snow. Again, I dodged the laser, and again; he had me dancing back and forth. Closer and closer, the three red dots encroached on me. One last blast had me falling into the snow in tears. I was finished. I bowed my head, my long brown hair draping over my shoulders. However, static and color erupted just in front of me and I could not resist the temptation of observing my murderer.

It was an alien.

My jaw slowly dropped, my lips forming a shocked O. I would have believed the abominable snowman was after me before I believed an alien was. Nevertheless, there was no doubt in what I saw. A metal mask stared down at me, with an unforgiving dominance that had me shaking. The mutant, reptile, alien made a wall of muscle in front of me. I knew instantly it was not a mindless animal, a savage monster. No. This alien had armor, gadgets, and weapons—technology. He did not come through a wormhole or have superpowers like the video games I loved as a kid. Either way, I was no match for him.

He seemed to know that too.

His clawed hand reached out to grip my throat and he hauled to my feet-no, all the way off the ground. My hands shot out to his mottled reptile skin to try to ease the pressure off my neck as my tired legs dangled under me uselessly. A strange series of clicks, rather insect like, cascaded to my cold ears before he tossed me like a rag doll back into the snow. I hit with a twisting of my ankle and pain through my hip as the snow bit into my face, so cold it burned. He advanced on me again; I could hear the compacting of the snow at his heavy footsteps and then there was a metallic slide. The deadly noise of a sword being drawn.

I lifted my face to see two long, serrated blades now jutting out from one of his arm gauntlets. I let out a defeated whimper, but rolled away as he tried to plunge it into me. Again he struck. I scrambled away, suddenly getting the feeling he was toying with me. Torturing me. But what could I do? I had already lost my protective rifle early on. Snow was all that surrounded us. I did not even have a stick...I felt like a pathetic woman. Pathetic and useless. The two sharp blades descended on me again and I rolled away, but this time the ice gave a deep crack noise. I froze, memories of my sister flooding in. She had gone missing for hours, only to be found in an underground ice cave not far from town.

This was the only weapon I had. If it would only postpone my death, so be it. I had to hope. I had to try.

I shakily stood to my feet, pink mittens balling into rebellious fists. The alien stared at me, metal mask staring me down, his muscles tensing, ready. I summoned my strength and ran at him as if I was going to attack. His blades rose to slice into me, but I bounced up quickly and landed on the ice just out of his swinging range.

Cracking.

Pain in my ankle I had twisted made me drop to my knees, but nothing else.

The alien tilted his masked head at me, probably thinking I was foolish. Well, shit. I guess I was wrong about the cave. The alien stomped forward and raised his blades to end it. To end my life. However, the ice continued to crack, sounding like thunder, a line forming between us. The alien backed away, and that is when he fell backwards into a void of snow and ice.

I clamored up, a grin on my face, as my plan worked better than intended-and then the ice gave way under me as well, engulfing my body in a blur of white.

I was lucky I was not knocked out as my temple collided with the hard hunks of ice. It throbbed and stung, and a line of warm blood trickled down the side of my face. My ankle was not so lucky either. Twisted. Jumped on. Now, smashed. I do not think it was broken, but it surely fucking hurt.

Unlike the hole left when my little sister fell as a kid, this cave had somehow sealed us in with big slabs of ice. Actually, it sealed me in-but killed the alien. All I could see of him was one clawed pinky sticking out from the rubble of ice. Therefore, I was rid of the hunter-but stuck in a freezing cold cave. Just wonderful. I had practically guaranteed myself a slower death. I just had to hope the cave-in created enough of a dent on the surface that rescuers would notice, and notice soon.

It was a beautiful place to die, really. Low ceilings of smooth blue ice, like glass. Slippery floor with dips, curves, and swirls. Sloping walls and big empty spaces like an exotic dance floor. Nevertheless, even though there was no wind to chill me, I was getting cold. Hungry. Thirsty. Lonely. Really, it had only been a couple minutes, but I was sweating under the layers from being chased, and now chilled to the bone from too much heat loss. I really did not want to die, but I entertained the thought of being thawed by amazing technology in the future. What can I say, I liked weird stuff like that...and it kept my mind from the real issue—the alien that had just tried to kill me.

Nevertheless, my luck was shitty. I realized that, as the ice blocks began to shift and tumble away where the alien was buried. His creepy clawed finger twitched and disappeared, and the ice began to reveal his body as he thrashed and shoved at the heavy slabs. He was definitely not dead.

A new panic flooded over me and seeped into my bones. No no no this could not be happening! He tumbled out of the icy rubble and fell face-first to the cave floor in an unmoving mass of bent and dented armor. Both his wrist gauntlets, horribly smashed. His mask was warped. His shoulder and leg guards, horribly dented...but it all had saved him. And doomed me.

I quickly scooted away from him, not wanting to put weight on my ankle yet. However, as I hid in an indent of the smooth ice wall, I did not hear another sound. I slowly bent forward and peeked out to see his body still on the floor. He was breathing, I think. It was hard to tell from how far away I was. I bravely snuck forward. Yep, breathing, but probably in bad shape. I calmed a little. I was not dead yet. I still had a chance.

I crept closer. If he woke again, I wanted a weapon, even if it was a broken piece of metal. Hell, some of it may even be useful in chipping away at the ice to dig my way out of here if rescue did not come.

I could not bring myself to touch it though. Even barely breathing it looked so...scary. Strange. Creepy.

It had long, waxy, brown strands as thick as dreads growing like hair. Metal bands surrounded some of the locks. His back was immensely muscular and human-like, and covered in a thick mesh of black wire. The lizard-like skin underneath was mottled with dark splotches on just slightly an olive tinted flesh-colored background.

I eventually grabbed a small hunk of ice and tossed it on him. A low menacing growl escaped his body that made my skin crawl and my hair stand on end. I gulped. I had to be brave. I crept towards him, but he began to stir. Shit. I quickly slipped away to observe him.

I expected his movements to be shaky and weak-but his muscles tensed like moving stone, fluid, and he began to sit up. However, his movements were terribly slow. I peeked at him from my little ice cubby, as he leaned back against the sloping rubble of ice. His masked head tilted back and he went still.

I slowly, quietly, approached him. I leaned over him. I shakily reached my pink mitten out. And...I could not do it. I backed away and sat down in my cubby, feeling useless.

I was so cold. My fingers were freezing. My ears were numb. My cheeks felt covered in a layer of ice. I began to think about survival. How long would I last until rescuers came? I peeked over at the alien. Two body warmth's were better than just one...and he seemed harmless at the moment...I tentatively crawled over to him. I sat down beside him...and I summoned all the bravery I had to scoot over and cautiously lean against his side. I quickly gasped and jerked away. He was freezing cold!

I scowled at him. Well, he was no help; god damn it. I scooted away, disappointed.

Nevertheless, I started to feel bad. He would die. Alien or not, he was a living being. He was far too cold already, and though I had not expected it, he had been smashed under all that ice for several minutes, so it made sense he would be so cold. My scowl slowly turned into a frown.

...Well, if I could warm him up our body heat should bounce back and forth and keep us both warmer, right? Isn't that what survivalists always said? I reluctantly scooted back to him. I leaned against his side again, my heart racing. God, I could feel his coldness through my thick coat. I bit my lip and tentatively looked him over. Metal was not helping anything.

I sighed, slowly began to undo his broken gauntlet, and stared at the small amount of radioactive-looking green ooze leeching from the device and into a small cut he had. I hoped it was not harmful like mercury or something. I undid all the smashed and broken metal and tossed it away. I left only the metal cup over his manly bits and his mask. The alien was deadly still.

I bit my lip and clamped my eyes shut as I griped his hands, and began rubbing them, just trying to warm the alien...And I suddenly felt so strange.

I mean, I wasn't really surprised per say that he existed-my dad had always been an adamant supporter of Bigfoot so I kinda grew up thinking there could be other things out there...I never thought I'd ever see one though—that's where my shock came in. I never could have guessed one would every attempt to kill me. I mean, why me? Moreover, I never could have guessed I would be trapped with one. Never could have imagined I would be trying to warm one up and save its life.

Well, try to save its life; he wasn't really responding.

Drastic measures were needed. I hesitantly unzipped my light blue puffy coat and griped the alien to lift his heavy shoulders forward, and then I wedged the coat between his practically naked back and the ice. I had a double layer of pants as well and so I maneuvered one pair under his bare legs. I took my pink mittens off and stretched them over his now bare feet and creepy toes. I chuckled at him. He did not look so menacing now. Why the idiot would wear metal boots in a snowy environment baffled me anyway, but I guess he could have crash-landed here.

Then, for the first time, I touched my bare skin to his. It was not as dry as it looked; it was actually quite soft for being so tough. I cautiously leaned my cheek against his chest, wound my leg around one of his, rubbed my hands up and down his arms, and through his fingers. He was still so cold. It was as if his body was not making any heat at all. I bit my lip and gave a tug at his mask-and a feral growl escaped him. I jumped back with a small screech of surprise...but quickly griped his mask again. My heart panicked and my muscles felt shaky, but I tugged and pulled at the wires and they disconnected with a hiss of escaping air. I paused...Could he breathe oxygen?

I really should have reconnected it and left the mask on, but I was suddenly overwhelmed with curiosity. What did he look like?

I pulled off the metal and stared at the creature. Initially, I was shocked and horrified. A big disk-like forehead lined with strange ridges and more of those ornate reptile-like spots. Small, beady red eyes. A mouth without lips, sharp pointed teeth, and four mandibles like an insect with sharp fangs on the end, almost like tusks. Eyebrows of small black spikes. No nose. No ears. It made my stomach roll and knot uncomfortably. I nervously smiled at him.

He never moved, but his eyes followed my movements. I bit my lip and cautiously felt his forehead, my heart feeling as if it was going to burst out of my chest. My mind kept waiting for some sort of attack. However, he was harmless being so cold; he should have been dead he was so incredibly cold. I let my hands trail down his huge forehead and then to the side of his face and there were metal rings around his neck, but I could not figure out how to get them off him.

My hands explored him unabashedly now. I was intrigued.

With his red eyes watching me, I leaned my face close to his and blew on him, my warm breath cascading off his skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my fingers trailed through his odd hair. So thick. Soft. Slightly squishy. And I noticed that his body was strangely warm...warmer than mine for an instant but it faded as my hands left his hair. I placed both my hands on the ridges of his head and felt the slight bumps as my hands slit down, and to his cheeks.

I froze, my body as ridged as the ice around us, as one of his clawed hands raised to my face. I wanted to tear myself away and run-but his knuckles ever so gently brushed my jaw. Oh, he was warm. Hot even. I leaned into his touch, my hands reaching up to trap his hand against my face. Nevertheless, the warmth quickly faded. I almost whined.

However, that meant my attempts at warming him were working. I nervously fiddled with his metal cup over his manly bits-the last piece of cold metal on him. With it removed, there was just a thin cloth between us. His body grew hot again then faded; it was so strange. I tentatively rose up and straddled his lap, receiving another strange but wonderful burst of warmth. I leaned forward to rest my face against his chest, and a cooing rumble promptly pulsed through him-I could feel the vibrations through my own chest. His hands rose to capture my back, heat radiating off his skin it was almost hot. Warmer and warmer he grew as I stroked his hair, until I realized just why he was getting so heated. A rising appendage just in front of my hips began to engorge and proudly making itself noticed.

I let out a short gasp and shoved at his chest, "You dirty alien!"

I did not know what else to say. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and I promptly hoped off him, a small spike of pain running through my ankle as I did. I crossed my arms, standing, just staring down at him disapprovingly. His mandibles slowly twitched a little but I could not tell what he was thinking . . . And I could not help but ask myself: Was I attracted to the strange creature?

Sure, I suppose he was exotic. Muscular. Powerful. Dangerous. Dread-like hair. An ever so slightly smoky, musky smell to him...And he was aroused...Yea, yea, I hated to admit I was attracted. But that did not change anything. Sex with alien...What about alien babies, disease, and fact that it was just plain wrong? But then again, his arousal did not guarantee sex-I mean, since his skin was reptilian that meant his lack of energy was from lack of warmth and it seemed arousal re-energized and fueled his body to warm itself. We did not have to do it, just keep him interested enough to keep his blood flowing, so we could both make it out of this alive.

At least, that was the lie I told myself, to explain just why in hell I did not just begin chipping away the ice to make a hole and escape, why I decided to go back in the arms of an alien that had recently tried to take my life.

Therefore, I nervously sat back down on his heated lap, his cock pressed against my hips but still under that loincloth. He seemed happy to have me back. His hands ran up my hips and then wound around my back to pull me close. He was being gentle really, and had not attempted to harm me—but just the sight of him had my throat tight and lungs turning to stone. My heart was racing as he gently caressed my neck with his sharp mandibles. Before I could react, they spread wide and engulfed my mouth like a parasite and a long thin tongue wound its way into my mouth.

It carried with it a slightly spicy taste and he plunged it down my throat and lapped at the back of my throat. I wanted to gag, but as his warmth intensified, I melted against him.

I was not afraid.

This was strange and new and I fucking liked it.

My hands found his hair and wound my fingers around the thick strands. A deep grumble vibrated from him, reverberating inside my chest, pressed so close up against him. His whole body was burning as he lifted us up to flip over and lay on top of me.

My mind thought, shit, the sex thing is going to happen, Jesus Christ I am a slut. My body however, was producing its own heat and my center was wet and ready for him.

It did not happen though.

His tongue plunged down my throat. His hands fondled my body, his big hands sneaking under my clothes. His erection pressed against me...But he was hot and fully energized and he quickly hoped off me and charged at the pile of rubble like a wild beast. Crunching, throwing and maneuvering the heavy slabs of ice with inhuman speed, and I quickly hoped away from the mess to watch him as he opened up a hole in the ceiling of the beautiful cave. He hoped up and disappeared. He left me feeling used, abandoned, and wanting.

I blinked a few times and waited. Waited for any sound of his return, but here was silence. I bowed my head to the smooth ice floor and began putting back on my pants and coat. How had I expected this to end when he had been trying to kill me in the beginning? Had I forgotten that so easily?

Then I heard a long series of clicking grumbles and I raced under the hole to look up and see the alien crouched at the top, his brown dreads hanging down over his shoulders. His hand reached down, I leaped into his grip, and he hauled me up with ease. Then he kissed me again, if you could really consider it a kiss-that long tongue deftly plunging down my throat. I felt tingly at his warm touch and intoxicated by his scent. And frankly, I felt somewhat giddy that he had not left me. I smiled up at him and his mandibles tucked in tightly to his face. I was not ashamed of the butterflies collecting in my stomach. I hoped that was his species form of a smile. Then he griped my upper arm and pulled me forward with him to walk.

We got even farther away from my house and the direction of town. The wind was picking up a bit but I was amazed at the heat radiating off the aliens possessive hold on my arm. I was disappointed when he let me go and began to walk around and make motions in the air though. I was a little confused at first, thought he was a bit crazy, but then I remembered how he had been invisible when hunting me. His ship was probably invisible too.

I was correct; as I walked forward to join his side, my raised palm touched onto freezing cold metal. His spaceship! His space ship...he would be leaving now. After a while of feeling around the ship, he turned back to me. I was not sure what to do; did he want me to leave? I began to back up. However, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed my arm again to pull me against him, his body still warm, I could feel it through my coat. He pulled me down then to sit in his lap and I leaned my head against his skin, turning my face away from the wind.

He stroked my hair as the wind began to throw loose snow around in vicious circles. I had to assume his ship had crash-landed here, and I was to keep him warm until backup or something arrived. Nevertheless, we were surly in some shit. I wished we were back in the ice cave.

A blizzard was blowing through and I shamefully hid under his arms and curled up-and he was the one practically naked. Though, he was still warm, which made me question my theory. Could he really still be aroused? However, as I occasionally kissed his chest or neck I got that surge of heat that said, yes, yes he was still very much attracted and aroused. He gently nuzzled my neck with his mandibles. I thought he would break. I thought he would be the one to give in.

But it was I who lost control.

I unzipped my coat and tossed it aside as his heat quickly kicked up a notch-but he remained still, just watching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his hair as I pressed my body against his. Just a sweater was between us but the wind stung too much to remove it. I sucked on a strand of his odd hair, swirling my tongue around one of those ornate beads as I moaned. His hands dug into my hips.

"Fuck me." I breathed.

He tossed me off him and on my back in the cold snow. I watched him stand, his dreads hanging around him, and a blizzard of snow and wind behind. My ears met the blissful sound of tearing cloth and the small covering was quickly carried away with the wind. I bit my lip, thinking naughty thoughts of how he could never cover himself back up. His claws dug into the netting already barely hanging on his body and he tore it away as well. And then, he roared.

It was like a combination of a lion and t-rex and it was so loud it hurt my ears. They were still ringing as he pounced on top of me like a jaguar, mottled reptile flesh and muscle so ready to tear into me.

But he was still gentle, sweet, one clawed finger slicing my sweater down the middle. I was dying from anticipation; I had to wonder if he was going slowly on purpose. His pinky nail then cut the middle connecting cloth of my bra before he slid his hands up from my stomach to my breasts, shoving away the cut cloth. His head bent down to my cold bare skin, his waxy dreads draping over me. A series of strange clicks played out from him before his hands slid down to my waist and lower still to my shoes. He tugged them off and then grabbed the ends of my pants to yank them away. I lifted my hips to try to assist, and with the second pair off, I was in my polka-dot underwear in freezing snow.

I grit my teeth as it stung my bare flesh. His mandibles gently poked and drug against my skin in a very insect-like way that had me absolutely tingling. He slowly drug down my underwear, his hands brushing against my legs, and he tossed it into the air. The blizzard took it-and he took me.

I actually yelped in pain as he thrust into me so suddenly, my walls automatically clenching tightly around his thick girth. Everything else had been so slow I had not expected the quick intrusion, and he sank all the way in, all at once. His arms then snaked under my waist and, still impaled by his engorged cock, he lifted me out of the snow and into the cold wind to hug me against his hot furnace of a body. It was an explosion of hot and cold and as he began to tilt his hips to grind into me, it was almost too much. He was on his knees and the heat was literally melting the snow and ice around us.

He hammered into me without mercy, having waited too long already to be able to pace himself. My arms hung limply around his neck, my body quivering, my eyes sliding closed, and small whimpering moans escaping my lips. Soon, I did not feel the cold at all, just his scorching muscles-the heat was just radiating off him as if he was made of fire. A torrent of angry swirling wind and snow surrounded us in a fog of endless white and raw cold-but there was only him. His meaty, clawed hands digging into my soft flesh. His muscular arms hugged around my naked body. The feel of his warm reptilian flesh against mine. The jostling of his smooth alien dreads. The vibrating rumbles from his chest and his unyielding pounding into my moist channel.

I gave in to the pleasure quicker than he did. I moaned loudly, my hot breath on his neck, as my body shuddered with a wave of consuming ecstasy. He continued fucking my limp body until he was satisfied and a stream, like magma, dispersed inside me when he finally came. I squirmed and panted in his grip at the intensity. It soothed out quickly though and he fell backwards into the snow, taking me with him. I was in heaven. I fell asleep, cradled on his chest, to the calming rise and fall of his breathing.

Too soon did I realize that I had doomed us both. I woke up shaking, my fingertips and toes growing numb. Though the blizzard had died down to a whisper, his rescue still had not come and we were freezing. I rubbed on him to try to warm his torpid muscles. I stroked his hair. Blew on his face and neck...Even a kiss would not energize him though.

He looked dead already.

My mind was in a frenzy to warm him up quickly.

I could not give up. I just needed to do something new and exciting to snap him back into action, recharge his batteries. I had to be bold. I sat up, straddling his torso, and tussled my hair. My hands grabbed his and thrust them onto my breasts, my nipples painfully erect and cold. I ground my hips into him. I was given the slightest spark of warmth.

I had to try harder. I pinned his arms to the snow and leaned down to plunge my tongue into his cavern of a mouth. I swirled my tongue around, sucked, and made little begging mew sounds. A slight throb of warmth, but I needed more. I slapped him on the side of the face.

He blinked and shifted his head to the side slightly. It was the first indication that he was even still alive.

"I'm not done with you." I scolded him.

I dug my fingers into his hair, squeezing the waxy strands. My lips left a trail of kisses down his neck. When I got to his shoulder, my lips parted as I bit down onto his skin, teeth digging in with the intent of leaving a slight bruise. I surge of warmth flowed through me starting at my parted legs and up to my chest with a jolt.

He liked it rough.

I racked my nails down his chest with a scream as if I was in the throws of an orgasm. Then I reached down and griped his flaccid cock in my palm-and I was not gentle. He reawakened almost instantly, his body surging with heated fervor. He sat up and I let out a screech as he claimed a fistful of my hair and yanked-my body arching backwards, my breasts bouncing forward. He let out a vibrating growl that shook my very bones before he rose to his feet and drug me up with him.

He towered over me menacingly, his blood coursing with desire—I could tell from the hungry look in his eyes. He bent down and his tongue swirled over my breasts and around the hard buds. My hands swept over the ridges of his forehead, my head leaning back with overwhelming pleasure. His hands gripped each of my ass cheeks with a possessive roughness that had my heartbeat soaring. I gasped as he began to lift me up by my naked ass, and with a little adjusting, he slid me down onto his erect alien cock. I let out a deep moan at the gentle stretching of my walls and the crashing waves of absolute elation rising up from my loins to consume my entire body.

He fucked me rougher than the last time, bouncing my pink naked body on his thick shaft. I could not help but whimper and scream, my fingers digging into his skin and toes curling, my body tensing with the build-up of pleasure soon to take me down into oblivion.

We quickly collapsed, a sweaty heap in the fluffy snow and his body stayed consistently warm as he recovered. I was blissfully content.

We were jolted back into reality however as an alien appeared out of the chilly air to step towards us. Another one quickly appeared beside it as well. My naked body tensed as they stared down at us. My alien slowly rose, taking me with him and began the same sort of strange clicks that must have been their language-no doubt explaining the precarious situation.

I felt very shy and awkward. Two alien men about the same eight-foot height as mine stood before us, wearing their metal masks and netting, armor and weapons, and one even had a string of small skulls around its neck. We stood stark naked and sweating with the alien left with only the bands in his hair and the rings on his neck-and I, I was only in my pink socks surrounded by snow and ice.

After a moment one of the aliens stepped forward and cupped my jaw tenderly, spouting a beautifully fluid sentence. I shyly grinned up at him-but my alien charged forward, mandibles flared out wide and he let of a deep menacing growl...and I realized that even though I was ogling at the sound, the alien had probably commented on how good my flesh would taste or how gorgeous my bones would look on his mantle.

The aliens hand left my face but he did not budge at the threat. My naked alien man pulled me away though, to face him. I looked up at him, his beady red eyes...and I realized with a heavy heart-this was goodbye.

His face slowly bent down to lean his wide forehead against mine gently, and he purred...It was the only word I knew to describe the noise he made. It was deep, steady, and calming...and it made the heartache I was experiencing a little less sharp.

He pulled away a moment later and gave my body a slight shove. He was shooing me away. I wanted to burst into tears. I did not want to say goodbye! I did not know exactly when survival and sex had turned to such tender love for him, but it had...

I grabbed the pair of pants that had not blown away with the wind and my heavy fluffy blue coat. The second alien began walking in what I thought might be the direction of town. I was to follow him. However, as I turned to do just that, my alien snatched my arm to stop me. His other hand unzipped my coat a little and he pressed one nail to my delicate flesh. I watched him, confused at first, but then he painfully began to engrave a symbol into my skin with his nail. It stung and bled, but I could not help but enjoy the thought of being marked by him.

It situated just over my sternum. The only way I could really describe it was like two parentheses, forming a circle, then beside it one of those squiggly line accent marks and two forward slashes to the very right of it. I didn't know exactly what it meant...it could have been anything from his name, an exemption mark for when they took over earth and killed everyone, a sign of respect or honor...I really had no clue, but it made my heart calm somewhat. I could wake up the next morning, find the mark, and know absolutely that this was not a dream.