Prologue: Monster
November 13.
How could this be happening to me?
Why should I die today?
I'm only 18 years old, I just started a new life for myself. Why is this happening when I was getting a hold on to my life after my parents died, my Uncle Brian being murdered and an unhappy existence with multiple relatives who were no better than strangers?
I"m not ready to die, but this alien monster thinks otherwise. It has me by the collar of my coat, holding me up with only its muscular right arm over its huge muscular form. It's so tall, I can't even touch the ground anymore. I'm so scared, but I refuse to scream. I'm a descendant of great Comanche warriors and military heroes. I'll go down fighting if I have to. I can't give in to fear. I'm ready for whatever this monster has in store for me.
After a minute of waiting for my death to come at its hands, it just stared up at me. I couldn't see the expressions of its face since it was covered with a metal mask, but it tilted its head to the right side as if wondering about something; maybe why I didn't scream. After a while, I began to get more irritated than scared and just wanted this nightmare to be over with.
"What are you waiting for you ugly motherfucker, just do it already!"
After I said that, it pulled me into its face. I was so close to its face, I was almost touching its metal mask and could see mechanics and tubes going through it. The alien raised its other arm up. Its other hand had wolverine like claws strapped to it, preparing to impale me.
Oh no, this is it.
Oh God no, no, no. . .