Author's notes:

This is my own work. I have either made up the characters in this or developed them from real people that I know, (with their permission of course). This is my first ever story and I hope that you like it. I accept constructive criticism, but not hate. If you don't like my work, stop reading, take a deep breath, think about how you should tell me how I haven't done a good job, write your CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, and leave. You don't have to read this, no one is forcing you. I hope that anyone who decides they'd like to read on enjoy my first ever piece of writing! Thanks! ;)

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Pilot - Part 1: Eloise

4am. My body succumbed to the cold night air that flowed into the house, waking me up. I shiver, pulling at my duvet, tightening it round my neck like it was supposed to block me off from the chill that surrounded my room. Some idiot had left the window wide open again... that idiot was me.

I sigh and climb up from my bed, blindly making my way to the bedroom door to turn on the light. It takes me a few long, tired seconds to recover from my dizziness and reach for the light so I can see where I'm going. "shit, it's cold" I murmur in a raspy-early morning voice, rubbing at my arms as if it was supposed to warm me up. I stretch before making my way towards the window and shut it tight, making a loud 'whump' as I close it with much more force than I had hoped for. I cringe, listening to my mother stir from the room next door, hearing her loud murmurs through the thin walls. My tense shoulders relax as the muttering dies out as she falls back asleep, and I make my way towards my drawers, plucking out a shirt, a pair of leggings and my favorite grey hooded jacket.

My clothes need a desperate washing. My leggings were covered in a thin layer of dried mud, reduced to powdered marks, at my attempt at scratching it off. My beloved jacket was covered in several dim stains that I had tried to scrub out several times with little success. I guess I'll have to buy stain remover along with my first meal of the week.

I pull the jacket over my arms, and catch myself looking in the mirror. I stand there and stare at my reflection, a dull, dazed expression was scribbled onto my face. I was a mess; my dishevelled appearance made me look like a tramp. My dull, filthy, dirty-blonde hair reaching messily just past my shoulders,- big, black bags sat darkly under clouded, hazel eyes from lack of sleep. It looked like I was doing some kind of illegal drugs. I heaved; the breath hurt my lungs and my stomach growled painfully. I winced at the pain and quickly left the room, creeping as silently as possible down the stairs to the kitchen.

I glance at the clock on the wall. 4:17am – Wednesday. 'When was the last time I ate?' I think to myself, making my way to the cupboards. I open the door to the cupboard near the sink, staring at rows of grubby tea-mugs which were hardly ever used. Sticking my arm inside the cupboard, I rummage around the back, finding my mother's old purse, and I peer inside, scraping out what little change was left. I found a few coins, but that was it. "tch," looks like i'm going to have to steal again...

My family is poor and we have no money. My mother is a raging alcoholic and spends most of the money she earns on liquor, and drinks her problems away. My mother doesn't work to earn money, instead, she walks down the street begging, and any money she manages to earn, she spends it on Vodka and shit. Mom couldn't give a rat's ass about me... I don't know how I could even call her my mother. I have to fend for myself, - stealing food and other items to survive. I risk my future every day by doing this. I risk going to jail, but even if I did, my mom still wouldn't care. I'd just be one less problem to deal with, although she doesn't exactly deal with me anyway.

I lazily open the front door and walk out onto the street, wrapping my arms around myself and shivering instantly at the cold. A street lamp flickers gently above my head, but I pay no attention to it. Instead, I focus my attention in front of me, marveling at a rock that I was kicking across the path. My lips twisted into a smile; it was funny, kicking this small stone would probably be the most interesting thing i would do all day.

Glancing at the evaporation of my breath, visible in the temperature, I pushed open the door to a shop, then went back to hugging myself for warmth. The shopkeeper's head snaps up at the sound of a new customer, only to stare in bewilderment. I ignore him, my appalling attire deserved the stares, it only aroused suspicion. I knew it. I couldn't steal food. The man at the counter was watching me like a hawk.

"Excuse me?" he piped up. You could hear the uneasiness thick in his voice. "Are you looking for something?"

I merely glance at him before looking back at the shelves, pulling the sleeves of my jumper over my hands and bring them up towards my face, trying to hide it as much as possible without looking suspicious. "Stain remover." I mutter.

The man hesitated, a difficult expression etched on his face as he thought over what he should say next. I knew what was coming... It happens all the time.

"I-I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." he stuttered.

I inhale sharply, then glare at the man, startling him. How dare he? I don't care if I don't look the part! It's not my fault!

I grab a bottle and storm up to the counter, slamming it down hard in front of the man. He froze up in fear, my cold stare showing no mercy to him. I hear his breath catch in his throat and I realize just what a scene I've made. People are staring at me from left and right, wearing a look of shock and disappointment. It must have looked like I was going to attack him. It's painful being treated like a criminal, people discriminating me because of the way I look, but looking like a drug using, homeless thug is difficult, people terrified of you, thinking you're dangerous and would attack at any moment.

I sigh and drop the money on the counter, the man still un-moving with trepidation. I still feel everyone's eyes locked onto me as I exit the store, tears pricking at my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks as I ran. I ran to ease the sadness that damaged my heart. Round the corner, round another as I ran from my sorrows. Left, Right, over a road. I turned the next corner, past a building to my right, but just then, just as i was just passing the mesh, wired fence that led to an old, abandoned, half-finished building site, a blinding light surrounds my vision. I put up an arm to shield my eyes, when suddenly-

CRASH!

The ground shakes beneath me. It wasn't that strong, but was enough to startle me and make me stumble and fall onto the concrete. I stare towards where the crash was, noticing that it happened just around the corner of a building, just out of my sight. i look frantically around, only to find that no one was there on the streets. I must have been the only one to witness the crash. I scramble up from my feet and squeeze my way through a gap in the fence. I was small enough to fit through and successfully came onto the other side. There, I dashed towards the small house-like building; determined to find the cause of that crash, and the source of the smoke that was now rising from behind the building

I skidded to a halt as I passed the corner. and was stopped in my tracks.

A black figure sat limp against the wall, the force of the impact having created a deep crater in the wall. The black figure was smoking. Although the figure was almost invisible beyond the dense smoke, it had a humanoid shape. A small gasp emitted from my lips.

"Oh my god! Are you okay!?"

I rushed over towards the figure and put both of my hands on either one of their shoulders with hopes to wake them, but as soon as my skin came into contact with the person I was forced backwards,yelling in pain, for the skin of this person was scorching hot, and burnt my hands. I fell down to the floor and just couldn't help but stare, for this figure wasn't human, definitely not.

The smoke began to clear and I got a clear view of the creature before me. It's entire body was covered with a jet black Armour, It's short, neon turquoise hair glowing a brilliant blue. The creature was significantly smaller than the average human, I thought, but that thought quickly passed off, as I was met with large pools of blue, which stared deep into me.

I'm frozen stiff, my body refusing to move. I want to run for my life, but I won't. I continue to stare at this humanoid creature, and it continues to stare right back at me. My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes widen as I realize what I am doing. I shouldn't be scared of this creature. If I was, I'd only be doing what everyone else had always done to me. Judging only on accusations and by the way someone appears. I was doing it right now, and I mentally scolded myself for it. I didn't know whether this creature was going to hurt me or not? And even if it did, I have nothing to lose...

"I-"

I stutter as my words get caught in my throat. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, gathering all the courage I can muster, before opening my mouth to speak again.

"Are you okay?" I ask

The creature's eyes widen, as it can't sense my fear. It appears to be shocked at how I'm not sprinting down the alley screaming already. I take this time to examine the creature. I notice that the alien has no apparent sex organs, but the feminine outline of her body and elegant features on her face indicates that she is a female. I look back up at her, and notice she is wearing a slightly pained expression on her face. I then notice that she is clutching her right arm with her left hand, and I notice a bright, glowing neon blue liquid trickling through her fingers and down her arm to the floor. Her arm is badly injured.

I suddenly sit up, filled with concern for the girl, but only startle her. She jumps up at my sudden movements and tries to shuffle backwards into the wall, but only finds that she is going nowhere. I pause, and lift up my hand gently, as to not startle her.

"It's okay," I whisper in the most soothing voice I can muster, "I'm not going to hurt you..." I carefully approach her, slowly outstretching my hand to try and get the message across. She slowly lets go of her bleeding arm, only to find that it wasn't bleeding anymore. I am so taken aback by her magnificent healing abilities, that I don't realize her arm passing mine, and reaching for my head. I don't realize this until I feel her rock-hard palm touch my forehead. Just then I freeze up, my eyes widen as my terror floods back into me. I slowly turn back round to look at her face, only to see her eyes suddenly light up with color and her pupils thin into slits.

In that moment, a deafening ringing fills my ears, causing me to scream and thrash in agony. I struggle about, but I can't break the grasp of the alien girl. I grab at my head and rip out my hair from the immense pain. Within a few seconds, everything goes to black, and I'm out cold. I was wrong to trust her...

That was the end of my first chapter! I hope you enjoyed what I have so far :)

I have set this story out so that there are two main characters, both in which different chapters are dedicated to one of either's perspective in different chapters.

In this chapter I have introduced a character who goes by the name of 'Eloise'. This character is based off of someone in real life that I know in person, and she has personally given me permission to put her in this story. I have developed her character and changed many things about her. Nothing I have written is accurate to the person I know in person (I don't want anyone hating on me; i hope you understand what i'm trying to say!). Her background in this story and the jizz about her family I completely made up, just to fit with the story. I ONLY USED THE CHARACTER FROM REAL LIFE - NONE OF THIS IS REAL OR RELATES TO ANYONE IN PARTICULAR IN ANY WAY! *Ahem*

Character development of Eloise (in the story I have made up(just so you get the idea of what she looks like)): Eloise has dull-colored, dirty-blonde hair and hazel eyes. She is extremely thin as she can't rely on her mother to feed her properly, and struggles from anorexia and depression. She also has autism. (added that myself cuz i have it and i wanted a character to have it).

Character development of the Alien girl: I didn't go into much detailed explanation on her appearance in the text above, but the girl's skin is jet back and hard as steel, but (somehow) it's flexible. She has short, bright turquoise/blue hair that matched the color of her eyes and blood. As it said in the text above, she has no sex organs/ genitals, but her body identifies as a female (basically, she's a Demigirl x).

btw I am literally making this up as i go along and i also hope that no misunderstandings come from my author's notes!