1Okay, I wasn't going to finish this story, but sugardust convinced me that I should when she (or he... I don't know, it doesn't say on their profile) made it a favorite. Here, then- another chapter. It will probably take a long time to post the next chapter, I'm sorry to say, because I'm writing this as a I go along, chapter by chapter. At least you know they'll be up on the times. Ha ha. Okay, that wasn't funny so just read this before I embarrass myself some more.
Disclaimer: I don't think so. Me own nothing.
The flesh on Emily's hand bubbled, turning green. She lifted the disfigurement to her face in horror, inspecting it with an open mouth. The boiling skin stopped, and the green faded into the normal pinkish hue. The waitress felt a hot, prickling sensation course through her body, even after her hand looked normal. Emily suddenly had a look on her face as if someone poured ice water on her, and that's exactly what it felt like. And it all stopped. Everything returned to normal, so it seemed. Ben and Gwen stared curiously at the girl searching her face for answers.
Grandpa Max walked through the door with heavy gloves and some other cleaning supplies. He silently walked over to the mess, and began wiping the strange liquid into a plastic- or at least, it looked plastic- bag with a toxic waste symbol on it. Max murmured to himself as he cleaned, closely examining the poison.
He then spoke, "Neither of you touched this, right?" The grandpa looked from Ben to Gwen, ignoring the waitress still on the floor. "Uh..." they started in unison, but were cut off by Emily. "Is it really bad? I hope not, I have a night shift tonight, and I don't think I can take having some creepy infection and the freaks that come in here at night AND the aliens," rambled Emily. Max looked at her in a mixed way.
"You touched this stuff?" he asked, gesturing to the glop all over the booth.
"Not on purpose," defended the blonde girl on the floor. Ben wasn't interested in the life or death situation at hand though, oh no.
"Aliens?" questioned the 10-year old. Emily nodded. "This is Arizona, isn't it? There are aliens raiding farms and diners all over the place," she explained.
"Ben, that's irrelevant right now. We could have a situation on our hands," scolded Max.
The older man thought for a minute. He snapped his fingers and said "Follow me."
Grandpa Max walked across the black and white tile floor over to the glass doors that led out into the blaring heat. The four traveled through those doors with it's open sign facing out and silver bar across the center into the dust. The sand and pebbles crunched under Ben, Gwen, and Grandpa's shoes, while Emily struggled to roll over the poorly swept parking lot. She rolled over a rock that didn't like her and went crashing to the ground. Seeing a rattlesnake under the car she nearly crashed into when falling, the waitress screamed and moved backwards. The snake rattled and she started crawling after the others. Why did they have to park as far away as possible? A strong gust of wind came by, throwing sand into their eyes, but also clearing the ground. Emily skated forward, in front of Max. She looked back towards the group, and crashed into the RV.
"GAHH!!! CURSE THESE DUMB SKATES!" screamed the frustrated girl. Max chuckled and Ben and Gwen snickered. Unlacing the skates hastily, she yanked them off revealing pink socks. Emily held the skate victoriously above her head on her hands, before chucking them at a cactus on the edge of the parking lot. The laces got caught in the thorns and stuck there.
"They deserve it," Emily laughed to the rest of the people near her. Max walked to the back of the RV and opened a compartment at the rear, on the outside. He pulled out a weird looking machine that looked like a computer with a tube on the side. He carefully put on the heavy gloves and took a bit of the sludge in the toxic bag and placed it in the tube. The machine sounded like a vacuum cleaner as is swallowed the gunk. A beeping sound was emitted before words appeared on the screen.
"Uh... do people normally keeps freaky science experiments in their RVs?" asked Emily.
"Only our family," replied Gwen, peering at the screen.
There was a mix of numbers and words that couldn't be comprehended. Except for Grandpa, who seemed to understand it perfectly.
"Uh oh..." started Grandpa, as he further examined the results.
"Uh oh?! Why uh oh?! AM I GOING TO DIE?!" yelled Emily worriedly, Panicked, she started gushing on about how she can't afford to miss work, and how she won't live with a disability.
"Well, welcome to the word of aliens," interrupted Max.
A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending, and that half the chapter is going to the RV, but I'm about to be kicked off the computer and I don't post this now, I won't be able to post it at all.