The next day after school Rani, Luke, and Clyde found themselves down at the arcade.
Rani laughed as she shot down zombies in a video game, "This is so weird! After all the alien stuff arcade games seem to be so foreign!"
"I know, I haven't been here in so long!" Clyde shot another zombie into oblivion.
Luke stood behind them, simply watching the two rid the world of brain eating abominations, "I still don't see the point in games."
Clyde rolled his eyes, "Luke, if you don't get it now you never will."
As the three friends were walking the arcade they saw Izy walking out of the music store across the street.
Rani waved and called his name, but he didn't hear her and kept walking disappearing around the corner.
"I wonder why he's in such a hurry," Clyde said mainly to himself as they rounded the same corner. They were greeted by an empty street, Israfil no where to be found.
Luke looked around, "Where's Izy?"
Rani took up the search and saw a plastic bag from the music store, "Oh my God!" They all looked at each other all thinking the same thing what if that alien got him?
They heard the muted thud of metal hitting flesh. The three ran to the sound and found Izy pinned to the ground by an attractive blonde woman. Izy struggled against her grip as she opened her mouth wider than what was humanly possible. A long needle like fleshy thing slowly descended from its mouth.
Izy's POV
a couple minutes earlier
After spending over an hour in the music shop searching for the loudest most violent music he could find, Israfil had finally found the perfect CD for his plot to scare away his mother's potential boyfriends. Lost in his planning for scaring the hell out of the neural surgeon his mother was bringing home tomorrow, he did not hear the greeting Rani had sent his way.
As he turned around the corner heading home, he did not notice the woman who suddenly appeared beside him until it was too late. She grabbed his wrist with such force he was practically thrown into the nearby alley.
Instead of falling he landed gracefully on his feet and crouched low, ready for an attack. The woman smiled, Israfil shuddered; there was something off about this woman, something that wasn't particularly human. She jumped with inhuman speed, Israfil managed not to collapse from the shear force of her, but he was pushed into the side of a trash bin. The hit left him to dazed to throw the woman off of him. She had pinned him to the ground, unable to move Israfil could only stair in horror as he saw her open her mouth so wide that he was surprised her jaw wasn't broken. When he saw her tongue, if one could call the pointy needle like fleshy grossness a tongue, he struggled against her grip of steel. If only he could reach the piece of pipe a few yards away, but his arms were pinned to his side.
"Izy!" Someone called his name, but he didn't really care who called him, all he cared about was that pipe lying only a few feet away. The interruption distracted the 'thing' on top of him for a split second that second was most definitely not wasted.
Israfil lunged for the pipe and before that thing registered what had happened, he struck it on the head with such force that it left a dent on its skull. Before his eyes the figure of the woman transformed into a sluggish creature that resembled a miniature Jabba the Hutt.
"Are you all right?" a girl, Rani, asked him. Behind her were to boys his age, Luke and Clyde if his memory was correct. The three of them didn't seem at all surprised about the overgrown slug at his feet, strange.
Forcing his confusion of their reactions away, he just decided to go with it, "Can any of y'all explain to me why I was attacked by a mini Jabba the Hutt?"
Ignoring his question one of the boys, Luke, walked toward the slug, "Is it dead?"
Israfil tried his best not to roll his eyes, "I don't know, where the hell would you found a pulse on that thing?" Curiosity spiked from his own question, he bent towards the 'thing', he was beginning to suspect it was of alien origins, and proceeded to poke it. "It's not moving, and considering the huge dent I put in its head, I think it's safe to assume that its dead."
He received strange looks from the three friends; Israfil hoped he didn't say anything to strange. Thinking back at what he said, Israfil inwardly winced, he was being to calm. Most people would be hysterical by now, so why weren't Luke, Rani, and Clyde panicking? This is just too confusing.
The other boy, Clyde, turned to Luke, utterly failing at a whisper, "We should get this to your mum, and we don't want the cops to find out." Luke's mom? What did his mother have to do with it? Whatever, Israfil decided to go with it.
Luke nodded, "But how are we going to get there?"
Israfil tried not to grin too manically as he found his camera, unbroken, in his pocket. Thank God for good engineering, "I have an idea!"
Gen. POV
Izy, Luke, and Clyde carried the alien down the street with Rani holding the camera set to record.
Luke shifted his hold on the alien, "This is never going to work, people are staring!"
Izy laughed, "Don't worry this plan is fool proof!"
A slightly overweight man walked over to the foursome and asked, "What are you children doing?"
Izy flashed him a brilliant smile, "We're just making a video of people's reactions on seeing a mini Jabba the Hutt. I made it myself, pretty lifelike huh?"
The man smiled, "That's a brilliant idea! Carry on!"
Izy turned to Luke humor glimmering in his eyes, "See?"
They all walked up Sarah Jane's driveway, alien in hand.
Sarah Jane ran out of the house panic filled her eyes, "What are you doing? You can't carry around an alien like that! People will see you!"
Clyde smiled, "Oh they already did!"
"What!"
"Don't worry! Izy here had it covered. Brilliant plan by the way," Clyde laughed, "So funny!"
Izy smiled uncomfortably, no one ever really thought he was funny before, let alone actually be nice to him, "Thanks Clyde."
Sarah Jane turned to Izy as if seeing him for the first time, she wasn't sure if she liked what she saw, she turned to her trio, "You got him involved?"
Rani shrugged, "There was no way around it, he was the one who was attacked."
Sarah Jane looked down at the alien again, seeing the dented skull (did it even have a skull?), "You killed it?" She couldn't help the disgust coming out of her voice.
Izy shifted his feet uncomfortably, he felt like he was just accused of murder, "I think so, didn't mean to, it was in self defense."
Sarah grunted in disproval, "I know this seems very intriguing to you, but you are not going to get involved, you are going to go home and pretend this never happened."
"Okay," Izy dropped the alien unceremoniously on the pavement and crossed the street, turning around to wave good bye before going inside.
"I can't believe he just left," Sarah Jane said, dumfounded by Izy's actions, " No one ever does that, they either run away screaming or stay put. This has never happened to me before."
"He's just weird," Rani said thinking of his unnerving calm at the entire situation.
They all stood in the attic waiting for Mr. Smith to finish his analysis of the alien's remains so they could bury it outside of town.
"There are some strange conditions that I cannot comprehend." Those words shocked all the inhabitants of Sarah Jane's attic, with all their adventures that has been a bringer of really bad news. Mr. Smith continued, "This species of alien cannot be killed so easily, in order to cause such cranial damage massive force has to be applied. It is humanly impossible for a grown man with a running start to create such damage let alone a teenage boy."
Luke rapidly went through millions of scenarios in his head, none were truly promising, "Adrenaline maybe?" Rani and Clyde nodded in agreement, that sounded reasonable. Sarah Jane frowned; something about that boy set her on edge.
She turned to her three most trusted allies, "That's plausible, but there is no harm in keeping an eye in that Israfil boy."
The threesome nodded, not entirely sure where Sarah Jane's worries were coming from and went downstairs toward their respective homes.
"I doubt it was adrenaline Sarah Jane."
"So do I, Mr. Smith, so do I."