Chapter 1: Change

She quickened her pace at the unmistakable sound her heavy feet behind her. It was the same for the past three nights; heavy unrushed footsteps. The feeling of inspecting eyes traveling up and down her form; judging and sizing her up and the feeling of being a lab rat came as close to what she felt. But every time she turned around to confront them or it, nobody was there, but still the feeling of still being sized up by someone or thing.

She gave a silent thanks to whoever was listening 'up stairs' for her decision of stashing her box cutter on her. Her roommate, Lisa, thought she needed to slow down. That she was taking onto many classes and her mind and body couldn't take it, but Lisa was always doing that, studying her for her psychology class. 'But how in the world can Dance be stressful? Or Art or History?' she snorted in disdain for not being believed. Maybe it was her over active mind getting the best of her, heck hardly believed even her own self.

The sweat, from her recent 'relaxing dances' at Club Sin, on her still heated body did not help her current situation. Or the major feeling of apprehension creeping ever so slowly up her spine a shudder of disdain made her feel sick. But the feeling of something going to happen made her feel even more so, not even the feel of the box cutter at the small of her back made her feel any better.

She again quickened her pace more so into a jog as the steps behind her did the same; it was going to happen now puke rose up strong and bitter in the back of her throat. Glancing over her shoulder she ran as she saw the distorted figure of something invisible when all the pieces clicked into place. All the sudden decapitation murders happening so suddenly; it had happened in South American a few years back and here in Los Angeles two years prior.

Seeing an opening she dashed around the corner in hopes of falling right into a crowded place full of people. But all it did lead to was an alley to a dead end; a sob almost chocked her. With trembling lips she surveyed the alleyway; there were no doors or fire escape stairs on either side of the building. Hearing the foot fall turn into the alley opening she steeled herself inside and turned around and gasped she hadn't prepared herself that There stood two tallest men, or if that is what you could call them that, she had ever seen in her life.

Now at five four feet everyone always was taller than her, but these two were giants. Close to the seven foot mark or taller or more; they had long thin dreads locks and form fitting metal armor with expressionless masks. One had a person already had a person, boy or woman she could not tell, but whoever it was of small build and lanky. And was not moving any what so ever and was possibly dead and unconscious.

The one standing slight more in front came closer pointing a large unusual gun at her, freezing she blinked back the rimming tears threatening to fall. If she went out like this she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her beg, scream, or cry. But instead of being shoot full of bullets it shot two electrical darts into her shoulder. She screamed as shocks of energy raged through out her tingly, but full figured form. Gasping she bit her bottom lip and breathed heavily through her nostrils, even in pain would she give them give the pleasure of watching her beg.

Falling to her knees she cried out as another current of electricity pulsed throughout her body. The alien giant had gotten impatient and shot her once more with another pair of electrical darts. Roaring in both fury and pain her back arched as wave after wave climbed about her nervous system. But it wasn't that scary, painfully like hell, but it was also something else. Changing her as if the electricity was making her anew, like the phoenix rising from the ashes; and only one word seemed to fit, evolution.

Dropping to the grimy alley ground on her side she twitched and squirmed trying to find some kind of relief on the slimy yet cold alley floor. The one that had shot her shadow loomed over her, its head cocked to the side in curiosity. 'Probably wondering why I haven't blacked out yet, hell me too.' She fumed gloomily as it reached down and slung her over its wide muscled shoulder and calmly walking from the scene as if she weighed nothing.

"Should have kept my Black ass in Louisiana," Billie grumbled as the comforting dark abyss embraced her. Pulling her away from the waking world and from her seeing the big invisible ship uncloak it self to welcoming back its guest before sweeping off through the night's sky and space.