HI GUYSS! I'm sorry about this huge mess, with me rewriting it and all, but I'm honestly a lot happier with how its turning out the second time! If you all really want though, I can keep writing the original one, but I'd much rather just rewrite it all. It's up to you!
Enjoy! (Again! XD)

21st November 2012...

buzz... buzz... buzz... buzz... buzz...

NO! I don't want to wake up. I don't want to remember!

It was all such a blur... and it happened so quickly... and it happened to me...

I'm Beth by the way. Beth Lacey.

I know right? Best. Name. Ever... I hate it.

I was your average 24 -nearly 25- year old British girl.
Not long finished university, and just starting my new life as a fully qualified dance and drama in America.

My main problem at that point was that I'd only been away from England for two days and I already missed everything about the place!
The horrid, rainy weather, the business of good old London, everything.

It was an ordinary Thursday, I had just set off for my first day at work. I stared at my reflection in the window, unsure of whether I looked teachery enough.

All of a sudden I heard this loud crash bang wallop. Then the bus stopped.

"Oi!" I shouted. "Some off us have GCSE students to tend to tend to ya know! Get a move on would you?!"

"Well you can come over here and get this damn thing working again if your so smart!" the bus driver yelled back. I growled at him. It was just my luck that I'd be late for work on my first day! The next thing I knew, people were running down the streets screaming. A radio was in ear shot.

'...and news just in of a freak weather storm being created by chhhhhhhhhhhh space craft. Citizens are being warned to stay inside. and chhhh the help of the Modesto m-chhhhhhhh is on its way chhhhh chhhhhhhhhh-'

Oh brilliant, I thought as I edged my way to the front of the bus. Without a word the bus driver opened the doors and happily let me off.

Over in the distance I could see tornadoes and lightning raining down over Manhattan.

Funny, this wasn't forecast...

If it hadn't been for the situation I would have stood completely still and watched. But something caught my eye. When I looked up I saw a large cube with one eye floating high above me. The eye spotted me, and began to generate electricity. I yelped as it aimed. The charge missed me by a heart beat.

I ran. Surprisingly fast for my stamina.

Surrounded by the crowd of halted vehicles and screaming citizens, I finally reached a small clearing.

I was alone. All other witnesses were safely tucked away in their cars. I was a lone target. A sitting duck.

Shit!

I had to get out of there, hide.

But just as I started to climb a car I felt an unbearable pain shoot down my arm. I fell to the ground screaming as I saw the eye take aim again, but watched with relief as it's cube body fell to the ground and exploded. Something had hit it, something big.

I groaned as I tried to stand. I looked down to see a terrible burn on my arm and moaned in pain.

What had hit me? A lazer? A bomb? I didn't know.

I felt everybody staring at me, and the ground beneath my feet. I looked down, and cried out. I was hovering about two meters above the tarmac.

I started hyperventilating and was nearly sick as I remembered my horrific fear of heights.

Something sharp stabbed my thigh. I looked down, expecting to see a shard of glass or metal, but instead found... a needle?

I hate needles!

I whimpered softly as a tingly feeling ran through my leg and up the rest of my body, and I started to feel woozy.

A mass of people surrounded me. I could hear the calamity of it all, but my eye sight went blurry.

I slowly lowered to the ground and ended up on my back.

A figure stood over me, reaching his hand down and touching something on the floor beside me. But as I turned my head to look, he spoke in a gruff, strong American accent.

"It's alright, lil' lady. Don't try to move, yer gunna be alright!"

His kind words were the last I heard before I blacked out.

"General, sir?"

Warren sighed. He had enough on his plate trying to calm the chaos of Manhattan, he didn't need someone else complaining about the girl.

It hadn't taken much to get that thing down on the ground. It turned out it was just a probe. A decoy. And the General knew exactly who had sent it.

He placed his thumb and finger on his temples, soothing the bridge of his nose.

"What is it, soldier?"

The young man blushed slightly at being called 'soldier' by thee General Monger.

To most it was an honor just to have him glance at them, but to speak to him? Oh no, this was a privilege.

He nodded over in the direction of the government van patiently waiting to leave with it's new cargo.

"What do you want us to do with it?"

This angered Warren. Had this pathetic excuse for a government soldier just asked him that? That?!

"Firstly, my man" he spat the words, his saliva spraying the mans face as the general hooked his collar, his expression threatening to squeeze "She is a person, jus' lak you an' me. Not it. Her. Never ever make that mistake around me again. And secondly, my God man, what do you think? Were takin' her back to the farm!"

"B-but sir..." the man breathed, attempting to wrestle from his idols grip "Are you sure? She's younger than the other recipients there. And, she may be a little... overwhelmed."

General Monger shook his head, chuckling.

What an idiot!

"Those other 'recipients' are world famous, my friend. Everyone knows that!" he called as he took his seat beside the driver.

The soldier gave up. He knew the general was too stubborn But the thought did momentarily cross his mind as he peered back at the brief case containing her records, that he should tell him.

Tell him that the monsters weren't quite world famous. And that this particular female had never seen the likes of them in all her life.

Not yet.

Well, I hope you all liked it!
I know your all tired of me, and are probably thinking ef of you annoying watsit! But please please tell me what you think! :D