The sound of my feet on the hard asphalt street are reverberating. I am running. Really fast. You wonder why I am running like mad at 1 am through London? Well, It's my job. No I am not an athlet. It is just that my job implies a lot of running. Running away from something, running after something, running for your life...let's just say, I do a lot of running.
I'm working for ...well I can't really tell you who I am working for. Too dangerous and you wouldn't even understand, but I'd like to call myself a Defender of the earth. From what? It's obvious isn't it. Aliens. They exist I think you already noticed, well you would be really thick if you didn't. They are out there and most of the time, they don't come in peace. We don't really ask, though. That's our motto: Shot first then ask the questions.
And that's the reason why I am carrying a gun. A XC-745-aka-Umbod, to be precise. I love this thing. It is our most effective weapon against alien life forms. It is working on a non-mulekular-atom-spliting-kind-of...let's just say it rips them into pieces, in the most bloody and brutal way you can possibly imagine. Probably worse. Could be. Yeah, most definetly.
God I love this thing!
And I need this thing, desperatly. Right now there is a great big ...well anyway it's big and it is heading for central London. Let's see ..about 7 million inhabitants, not knowing what's coming their way. That's bad. And this is why I'm running like mad at 1 am through London. Well outer London. I need to get to it, before it reaches the inner city and then shot it dead. Stone dead and then we can examine where it came from. And what it is, exactly. But first the shooting.
I run around the next corner and enter a wide alley, hemed by sinsiter looking trees. And then I see something really weird. Not an oh-my-god-there-is-a-great-big-slimey-alien-weird or a What's-this-women-doing-on-the-street-dressed-like-an-egg-weird. It was just weird.
There is a man standing in the middle of the street, and I thought this part of town has been evacuated. But this man is right there, standing in the nightmist, in a grey lined suit looking like an archangel in the dim twilight. I take a step back into the shadow observing the man, clunching to my gun. He is bending down to a cubicle, an technical looking cubicle. And he is pointing a ...pen? no pencil at it. Wait now it lights, is that a torch? Why is he pointing a torch at a weird looking gadget, and now he's ...oh jesus christ, I don't have time for this!
I decide to just ignore the weird man, grab my gun and run onto the street. This evil alien should be here any minute now, by the looks of my holographic bracelet. Yeah 100 meter, I've got to posotion myself, and while I'm on the way need to tell that stupid man to get out of here.
So I find myself heading for the strange looking suit, schouting as I do: "Hey, You in the grey suit! You better better get out of here. It will be uncomfortable I can assure you." At the end of this sentence I reach the man and discover: He holds neither a pencil nor a torch. It looks alien. So does the gadget. For a small moment I really wonder who he is. He's handsome though, kind of cute. But then the alien threat comes back into my mind. He is still occupied with his gadget and not looking like he is leaving.
50 meters.
I am just about to open my mouth to shout at him. Tell him to get the hell away, when he turns to me, away from his weird looking cubicle and looks at me, then his gaze lowers. He raises an eyebrow.
"Is that a gun?"
I roll my eyes "No it's a toy." For a moment he looks kind of relieved. Oh my god, how thick is he? He actually belives me! "Of course it is a gun, what else should it be. And now.."
"I don't like guns" he mutters, as he turns again to point his weird torch at the thing to his feet. Doesn't he realise what is about to happen here? 25 meters and I really need to get prepared, I have no time to save this stupid, stubburn handsome man. I flick and push a few buttons and leverages at my gun. It loads. Good. Now I'm ready. Let the shooting begin.
"Are u planning on using that?" a voice next to me asks that, as if it was the most stupid thing to do in the world. The voice belonged to the suited stranger, who now held the cubicle gadet in his hand, pointing it at the same direction, like my gun.
"Er, yes?! What else should I do. What are you planning with yours then?"
"That" he points at the cubicle "is Not a gun. And I'm sorry but I have to do that" What is he talking about? I guess he is just soem kind of lunatic, who needs to show off a little bit. There are a lot of these people out on the streets in our time. Suddently my baby, well my gun, is making a strange noise, heatens up and now there is a small explosion on the front and smoke is coming from it. Fuck! What did he do?
I look angryly to the left and stare at the strange person at my side. I just see him lower his strange torch, which he had pointed at my gun just a second ago. Is he mental? In Disbelieve I mutter: "You broke my gun!" I cannot belive it. How can he? My beloved gun, my baby..my ..my ...GUN!
"Yeah, told you I didn't like guns" he says and concetrates on the streetcorner in front of us. 17 meters. And now I am completley mad.
"You. Are. Mental! You understand me? Mental! Now we are dead! You get it? Dead! This" I shake my wrecked gun."This was our only chance to survive! There is a big alien life form coming this way and it is gonna kill us! Kill us! And oh my god I can't belive it, you broke my gun! We are fucking dead!"