A Chance Encounter.

Set before the events of the documentary, and based around two characters of mine in the Facebook Rp.

The glow from the computer lights up my room in a washed out white. The cursor sits blinking at the end of my most recent post. It was comprised of a list of weapons I own, plans for amateur explosives, and things I would do to those that appose up. This may paint me as an anarchist, or a troubled youth, but the reality is that we do have enemies, and if I ever ran into them, I would most assuredly do these things.

MNU. Multi National United. The new scourge of the earth. We will appose them at every turn. At least, that is the plan. Anybody that can be as oppressive and racist as MNU deserves what is coming.

I post my message, and sit back in my chair. Now to wait for a response. After a couple of minutes hitting refresh, I get up and down a glass of water. On my return, an icon dings in the bottom right of the screen. Someone has replied. I click the thread, and read the responses. Everyone is agreeing with me. We are as one. Clicking the new post button, I ready my reply.

"If I ever see a Poleepkwa refugee, I will stick out my hand and greet them as a fellow humane being."

As soon as I hit post, a loud crash resounds from the back porch. Startled, I sit up with a jolt. "What the hell?" I mutter to myself, and then head down stairs to check on the noise. I rush to the back door, and yank it open. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

There was an Alien in my backyard.

He looked exactly like the pictures I'd seen. Only he seemed very frantic and scared. At the sound of the back door opening, he whipped his head around from trying to disentangle himself from our small home garden. He bolts upright, throwing potting soil, utensils, and boundary fencing in all directions.

"Holy shit!" I belt out in surprise, before catching myself and correcting, "I mean, uh… Hello?" He just stands there and looks at me, as incredulous as I am, then looks to the sky in apprehension. I just start to make out the sounds of a helicopter in the distance.

The Alien is about to run for it when he stumbles. His left arm is hanging at an odd angle, and has a weird shine to it. The sound of the helicopter approaches, and I shout out, "Oh shit! You're injured!" He looks at me as if to say, "You think so?" Seeing such a familiar reaction come from an unfamiliar body caused me to stumble on my words before I realized that the Helicopter was now visible on the horizon.

"Crap! Get inside, quick!" I call out to him while running barefoot out into the yard. As I approach, he shows a strange mix of apprehension, and relief, but before I can contemplate this, I have my arm around him. Well more of under him, as he came up to over seven feet tall. His sides were hard and spiky, much like the shell of a crab, and gouged into my skin with every step. By the time we reach the house, my shirt is in tatters, and my skin was raw and bleeding. I slam the door behind us, and lock it. Making sure to turn out any lights that may be on, then lead him away from any sort of window.

I've just finished backing him onto a sofa when I hear someone shout, "What the Hell is that!"