Strike One
12:00, midday. Footsteps. Mumbling in the distance. Sniff the air… sugar-based syrup and frozen hydrogen and oxygen particles. Humans. Alien. She took in all these facts in a second and her hyper-intelligent brain analysed them instantly. Taking pre-measured steps so as not to cause any noise, Experiment A1 edged towards the shaved ice stand inch by inch. The alien was another genetic experiment, like her. But he was not like her, he wasn't one of her brothers and sisters from the lab on Heltrix 4. He was the spawn of a rival, and it was her job to eliminate him on her master's quest to domination.
What was the best angle to reach him from? She crouched behind the bush, watching silently, red pupils darting around wildly. Then she noticed the obvious. Humans were walking up to the stand and purchasing the frozen confectionary from him. What a pathetic waste of power, she thought. Reduced to serving these weaker creatures. Then she smelt another alien and turned. This one strolled up and bought some food too. Female. Pink. Tentacle-like limbs on head. How many other experiments were there on this planet? She had two to eliminate now.
She stood up on her hind legs and walked up to the chatting experiments. Tantalog, her languages programme told her, was the language they were using. She reached the stand.
"Cousin?" asked the blue male, whilst the pink female looked at her inquisitively. She grinned, displaying her deadly sharp teeth.
"No."
"What are you?"
"Your worst nightmare," she snarled, before leaping forward like a pouncing cat and ripping his throat out and disappearing. The female screamed. She had only just had time to process what had happened, because it had all been too fast. A1 chuckled to herself as she bounded off into the distance. Today the male. Tomorrow the female. Then, the world…
Please review! I know the ending is a bit cliché, so I'm sorry about that! Next chapter coming soon.
