Anonymous: Hello everybody. Usually I stick to fan fictions of the animated variety, but as soon as I saw the movie I knew that I HAD to write a sequel for it. There were so many things that needed to be explained, that needed to happen! Well, here is the-
Andrea: Here is chapter one of 'Xy'!
Anonymous: ...Why did you do that? I was just about to say it.
Andrea: I wanted to say it.
Anonymous: ...
Andrea: Anonymous?...
Anonymous: Xy. Destroy her.
Xy: Yes Mistress Andrea.
Andrea: NO! Xy why?! Put down those laser cannons! Wait, are those plasma grenades?! EEK!
Anonymous: Enjoy the story. Oh! And Xy if you please?
Xy: Super 8 does not belong to Anonymous nor Andrea. It is the property of Steven Spielberg and others I can't name.
Xy
Chapter 1: After and Before
Joe Lamb sighed in boredom as his math teacher droned on about something that wasn't worth him knowing.
"And when we divide by x, we're given the solution." Mrs. Adams continued in one of the most uninteresting and monotone voices Joe'd ever heard. How could she listen to herself and not fall asleep?; about half the class was already making a puddle of drool on their desks.
"Turn to page 342 in your textbooks and complete practice problem 9."
Like that was going to happen. Joe opened up his notebook and started doodling. At first it was a lazy attempt at a stick figure, then the disfigured stick man was turned into a bike, and that melted into a blob monster, and slowly that monster surprised Joe by turning into the alien that he and his friends had seen only two months ago. Two months… It seemed like yesterday. Joe couldn't forget what happened during that eventful summer vacation. And even more so, what happened after.
"So kid, what's your name?" asked the nameless military personnel who was assigned to question him.
"J-Joe Lamb." he answered shakily. It was only hours after he had faced the alien who had nearly eaten his crush so he was just a bit shaken up.
"What's with all the wires and stuff?" Joe asked as he picked at one of the several wired circle stickers that were stuck onto him. He jerked at the cold touch of Mr. Soldier's hand stopping his own from messing with the sticker anymore.
"Due to the circumstances of this interrogation, my superiors have decided that a lie detector's necessary, so don't mess with the equipment, boy." the guy said, his tone dropping to ice at the end. Interrogation? Why was it that that word scared him a lot more than the 'questioning' that they said he was going to have to go through? He felt his heart beating a little faster than it was.
"O- ok." Joe nodded. He saw the soldier get out a notebook and write something in it. Oh god, did he say something wrong? Was he going to die in a terrible accident like every one else who opposed the government? What about the film festival? School? Hell, he hadn't even kissed a girl yet! He didn't want to die!
"Good. Let's get started." Mr. Soldier stated. Joe, for the first time in what seemed like centuries, breathed. He quickly calmed himself down and prepared for the questions to come.
"Is your name Joseph Lamb?"
"Yes." he answered calmly.
"Do you live in Lilian, Ohio?"
"Yes." Huh. This wasn't too hard.
"Are you 14 years old?"
"Yes."
"Are you currently a virgin?" Wait, what? Before he could think about answering, Joe's inner teenage boy came out with the o- so obvious answer.
"N-no!" he blurted out. Joe was surprised by a loud beeping noise and a red flashing coming from the printer looking machine he was hooked up to. To his even greater surprise, he heard a small chuckle come from the soldier that was interrogating him. Did he ask that because he thought it'd be funny?
"What are you laughing at? Don't ask me stupid questions like that!" Joe sputtered in embarrassed fury. Was he a virgin? He was only fourteen!
"Sorry kid. It's just that I had to see what it looked like when you lied, so I had to ask something you'd obviously lie about." Mr. Soldier said in a strangely nice tone. Joe still didn't like it, but he understood. He just wished that the guy used a less… invasive question.
"Alright then. Next question. Did you know Dr. Woodward?"
"Yes. I mean no. I mean, uh… I knew him, as in I'd seen him in the school a couple times and I said hi in the hallways, but I wasn't in his class or anything. I didn't know him personally." Joe saw Mr. Soldier write in his notebook again.
"Are you aware of Dr. Woodward's… previous occupation?"
"Like before he was a teacher?"
"Yes." That was a hard one. Joe knew of Dr. Woodward's history as a top secret air force scientist, but he had a feeling that if they knew that, he'd end up in a car going to a secluded part of the woods. But he was on a lie detector, right? So that means he was going to have to be clever and give out some half truths.
"Yeah. He was in the military, right? He always wore this air force badge on his shirt." More writing in the notebook.
"Do you know Alice Dainard?" Joe took a bigger breath than usual.
"Yes."
"Was Alice Dainard attacked in the past twenty four hours?" Just breath Joe, it's fine.
"Yes."
"Was Alice Dainard attacked and taken by an alien creature?" Joe had to admit that it sounded absolutely insane coming from somebody else, but it was true. They knew that it was true too, so there wasn't too good a reason to lie in this case.
"…Yes." It took a full minute for Mr. Soldier to finish his writing in his notebook.
"Did you, Joseph Lamb, and your presumed acquaintance Carry Fore* infiltrate the lair of the alien creature in order to rescue Alice Dainard?"
"Yes." Joe tried to see if he could see what the man was writing, but the guy was done before he could even get a peek.
"Did you see the creation and lift- off of the alien creature's space craft?"
"Yes."
"Is your father aware of the alien creature?" The question caught Joe off guard. He knew that his father saw the ship assemble, and that he knew that he was investigating the governments activities in Lilian, but did he know about the alien? …No. Joe was pretty sure that his father didn't know. But that brought up an even bigger question. Should he tell his dad about the alien?
"Joseph Lamb, is your father aware of the alien creature?" Mr. Soldier asked again, his voice a bit firmer.
"N-no."
"Do you plan on telling your father about the creature?"
"No." Joe flinched at the loud beeping and the red flashing of the lie detector. He deflated at the sight of the guy writing way more in his notebook than he should have for such a small question. Mr. Soldier rolled his shoulders and straightened his back, making his steel grey eyes stare right into Joe's light blue.
"Did you have any contact with the alien creature?"
"What do you mean 'contact'?"
"Did it 'speak' to you?" Joe nearly stopped breathing at the question. He knew the answer was yes. He remembered when it grasped him. At first it was just pictures; scenes and images that made up sentences. Then there was this strange feeling in his head, like his brain had been dunked in a cold bucket of water, and when it opened it's golden brown eyes, he heard it:
'You're different.' It was like a thousand whispering voices speaking the same thing at the same time, creating an eerie echo.
'You're brighter.'
'It's been too long.'
'Xy will come for you.'
That's what scared Joe the most: 'Xy will come for you.' Someone was coming for him? Who? Xy? Damn it, this was so confusing!
"Joseph? You alright?" Joe broke out of his thoughts and remembered the question that got him thinking in the first place. He knew he had to lie about this one. But thanks to Mr. Soldier and his lie detector, that wasn't possible.
"Yeah." Joe said half heartedly. "Can you ask the question again?"
"Sure. Did the alien creature 'speak' with you or contact you in anyway?" Joe prayed to whoever was listening to him up there and hoped that the lie detector wouldn't catch the lie he was about to tell.
'Don't catch it. Don't catch it. Don't catch it. Don't catch it.' Joe chanted in his head.
"No." …The guy wrote a bit more in his notebook than he should have, but the absence of a loud beeping and flashing red lights made Joe sigh as quietly as he could in relief.
The rest of the interrogation was just the guy asking him about what he saw in the aliens hide out and what he learned when he, Charles, Martin, and Cary broke into school and searched through Dr. Woodward's hidden research. So in less than an hour, Joe was back with his friends in a large conference room. He took inventory of everyone who was there: Charles, Martin, Cary, Alice, his dad, Mr. Dainard, Izzy and even Preston was there.
"Hey guys." said Joe with a grin, happy to see his friends again. He was surprised with a crushing hug from his father.
"D-dad!" he yelled in embarrassment.
"I'm so glad you're ok." Jack Lamb said softly to his son. Joe froze at the words, the show of affection alien to him. It had been four months since his father had hugged him. He quickly wrapped his arms around his father and returned the hug.
"You too dad." Joe said, fighting the tears that wanted to spill out. Tears… That reminded of something… Martin! He was hurt when they were in that bomb hit the house they were hiding in. Joe broke out of the hug with his father and looked for his glasses- wearing friend. When he spotted him, he felt a sharp pang of guilt at the bulky white cast that covered the majority of Martin's foreleg and the two crutches that he needed to keep standing. That wouldn't have happened if he pushed him and the others to help him rescue Alice.
"Martin, what happened to you?" Joe asked.
"Well, the doctors said it was a com- camp- cat fracture or something and they had to wrap it with this funny sticky stuff and they did all this funny doctor stuff and gave me some funny medicine and the whole thing's just funny." Martin spoke with a strange slur and was looking at him, but it felt like he wasn't. A lot like- was Martin high?
"They gave Martin some stuff for the pain an hour ago and he's been like this ever since." Charles supplied, affirming Joe's guess of Martin being high to a certain degree. "So, Cary told us everything that happened in those caves with the alien. I've got one word for you: Production value. We could totally use the caves in the movie! Oh man, I can see the film awards already!"
"Yeah! And some pyro would look bitchin' in those tunnels!"
"I'm not sure about doing that."
"We'd have to get some better lighting equipment, but it'd be worth it!"
Joe smiled at his friends usual behavior. It was refreshing after all the craziness that had happened.
"I have this really cool glow in the dark paint that work great in the-"
"Joe." said a soft voice. He turned and was greeted with the sight of Alice standing by her father.
"Alice." he nearly whispered. Alice… The girl he did it all for; risked his life, his friends, his father…
"So, what'd they ask you?" she asked.
"Um, they just asked about what happened down in the caves." he answered.
"Yeah, me too." Joe fidgeted at the awkward silence.
"Um Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you, I don't know… wanna hang o- ?" Alice was interrupted by the loud opening of the only door in the conference room they were in. With their steel toed boots clicking on the grey tiled floor, three soldiers walked into the room. They made their way to the front of the room and turned to face Joe and the others. He instantly recognized the soldier in front as the one who interrogated him.
"Hello. I'm general Calik, the new director of project: running distance. Well, I shouldn't say that. Running distance has been terminated due to unforeseen events and has been reformed into project: marathon." Whatever general Calik just said, it really bothered the two soldiers that stood on each side of him. The one to the left even nudged him a little and whispered not too quietly.
"Sir, we were not permitted to reveal that information to them, sir." he whispered. The general just frowned and ran his hand through his silver streaked brown hair.
"Aw, who gives a shit? They already know all the crap that's gone down. Why not fill 'em in on everything else we've screwed up." he said in that same tone Joe heard in the interrogation room.
"Y-yes sir." stuttered the soldier, completely bewildered by his new commanding officers behavior.
"Alright. So you all know that the reason your here is because out of the seven billion people that are on this earth, you're now one of the two hundred and sixteen who know about the alien creature that escaped just five days ago. Now, I know that your town's a complete mess and you're probably scared and confused and all that shit, but first, I gotta tell ya' that you're not allowed to tell anyone about what's gonna be said in here, nor what you already know. That means no gossiping, no talking, no selling your story and no movie rights kids. Just keep your damn mouths shut. Got it?" Joe thought that if Charles nodded any harder, he would've broken his neck.
"Good. Glad we got that covered. Next is that, sorry to say Mr. Lamb, but the air force is gonna stay here just a bit longer. We gotta dot the 'i's and cross the 't's before we bounce; make sure every thing's nice and clean for the press. Finally, we come to the best part of this dandy little meeting here: If you ever so say the word alien to anyone else besides the people inside this room, you will find yourself on a bus with a sack over your head and a gun against your neck faster than you can say 'oops'. Got. It?" Joe along with everyone else in the room nodded until a bone cracked.
"Good. Now let's quickly go over the cover story for all this crap: so what we're going with is that the reds took a step in the war and fucked with this little town for whatever reason, then us good old boys in blue came and beat 'em away. Since we're such lovely guys, the air force is gonna pay for all the damage done to dear Lilian in return for letting us set up here for some monitoring on Russian activities. That's the bullshit we'll be feeding the press, and it's the same you'll be giving to your neighbors." General Calik walked to the door, one of the two soldiers accompanying him opening the door as he went.
"Dismissed. Daniels, guide them to where the rest of the civvies are." the man said as he exited into the hallway outside. While one soldier followed the middle aged general, the other stayed and stood in front of the door.
"Follow me." he said.
After that, everything slowly started getting back to normal. Well, as normal as they could. The town was in a state of ruin, but after a while, houses were restored and streets were solid again. Due to the evacuation, nobody was killed except for the unlucky few who were kidnapped and -gross- eaten. The only injuries were the few scratches and scrapes that he and his friends received. Oh, and Martin's broken leg. Speaking of, Joe remembered that Martin was getting his cast cut off today. That's why he wasn't in class. Class… Why is that when an alien attacks and the resulting pandemonium turns the town into a reck, school is open six weeks later, right on time. Stupid school director people.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"For homework, complete…"
Joe was already out the door and rushing to the parking lot for his bike.
Anonymous: Please review and let me know what you think about it. Xy will be showing up next chapter for sure, and that chapter will be posted very soon.
Andrea: ...Can you please let Xy to let me go?
Anonymous: I think you should stay with her for a few more hours.
Andrea: Please! She's gonna- oh God is that a titanium bone drill!?
Xy: Will this be a suitable punishment, Mistress Anonymous?
Anonymous: *takes a sip of tea from a porcelain tea cup* Of course my dear Xy. My sister is quite the air head. I think a good hole in her temple would do good to let it out.
Xy: Yes Mistress.
Andrea: NOOOO!
Anonymous: Good bye and see you soon. A out.
Xy: Please hold still Andrea. X out.
Andrea: I'm not an airhead! A out.
