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Chapter 11: The Guy Who Dropped The Cow
Currently, Lukas was asleep in Alfred's closet with the door open, sniffling quietly. This sniffling was caused by the fact that Lukas was mentally not sleeping in Alfred's closet, but taking a college entry exam back on his home planet. This college was not like a normal college with classes. This college specialized in space exploration, deportment into other planets, and collecting data. On Earth, this job was handled by NASA. On extraterrestrial planets, this job was held by the colleges of those different planets. Most planets focusing on exploration were mainly conquest in nature. The only two races not focused on conquest were the Greys and the Nordics, who needed no planets with massive jungles nor sweeping farmland.
They liked their home cold. Extremely cold. And for what the Greys lacked, the Nordics could easily supply. With this in mind, the two races inhabited the same planets to help one another. The Greys could not explore Earth as freely as they desired because of their looks, and the Nordics sought adventure and knowledge. The unspoken hatred between the two began over the small, solitary race known as human beings. The Greys saw them as toys and subjects for experiments, while the Nordics saw them as distant cousins. But, let's leave the alien politics to the aliens and focus on our dreaming closet sleeper.
The entry exams for what field a Nordic can join depends on the position they apply for. Lukas was the only Nordic in a class full of Greys, all applying for the role of engineer. This left problems for Lukas because the Greys disliked him. The entry exam was simple: abduct a cow. Lukas was the last one to test. It started out fine, the cow was slowly lifted toward the craft. At 50 feet, the Greys shut the power off to the tractor beam slowly and leaving the cow at 50 feet to slowly spin until her back was parallel to the ground. Then, splat, good-bye Bessie. This made Lukas notorious as 'The Guy Who Dropped The Cow' and Maithas want to be friends with him. Afterwards, the two extraterrestrials met, Mathais called Lukas' aura sexy, and they had their first fight. But, Lukas stopped dreaming/remembering after Bessie went splat.
Alfred woke up to Lukas with bags under his eyes and decided to take him to Not The Worst Place To Be to see if his otherworldly buddies could help. This involved hushed voices and a steaming cup of coffee paired with a buttered scone. Lukas sipped his coffee before frowning and nodding at the two.
"Th' Dr''m," stated Berwald, ever-present glare on his face. Tino nodded and Alfred frowned in confusion.
Tino explained quietly to Alfred, "Lukas dropped a cow from fifty, right on her back. She didn't suffer but Lukas took it hard. Ya could almost say he felt responsible." Alfred was still confused.
"How can you feel almost responsible for the death of an animal you dropped?" asked Alfred. Lukas sighed and shook his head.
"Political reasons. Greys trying to make Nordics look like uneducated farmers. It almost work until I switched classes," Lukas explained and Alfred listened in rapture. Finally, an explanation on how aliens worked in their own worlds! Just as awful as human politics were...
"So," started Alfred, trying to change the subject from killing cows by long falls, "do you still want to visit the church and find your buddy?" Lukas nodded but said no more. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Mathias yet missed him at the same time. Berwald's words came back to him as he thought.
"Ya 'n l'v', L'k's. J'st 'cc'pt 't." He had denied the words then and denied them not as much now. But denied was still denied no matter how much it was. However a weight had settled on his chest and he needed to tell someone about this. It could not be anyone he knew or Mathias knew, a stranger sworn to secrecy seemed the best. What better than a priest in a confessional? With this thought, Alfred and the extraterrestrials made there way to the church, a grand one with colorful stained glass windows.
Lukas made himself comfortable inside the confessional, and waited for the priest to speak first.
"Lost lamb, confess of your sins," spoke a voice he could not see, deep and familiar to him. His heart fluttered at the voice.
He ignored the feeling and replied, "I have not lost a lamb. Although, I have dropped a cow onto her back from fifty feet in the air."
"W-what?!" stuttered the voice in confusion, "A-are you sure about that?"
"Yes, I'm sure this cow was female. I also have illegally entered the United States of America without proper paperwork," Lukas continued in his monotone voice, "I believe this technically makes me an illegal alien, though I was already an alien in the first place."
"Lukas?" questioned the voice, a small red light blinking into existence. That light and voice... Lukas made his own light, a dark blue one appear and saw a pair of aqua blue eyes shining happily.
The confessional blew up with dark blue fire and crumbled away, leaving Lukas standing there and blazing with anger along with a man with spiky blond hair and a red haze floating around him. Alfred, Tino, Berwald, and the rest of the church-goers stared at the two and Lukas narrowed his eyes at the person if front of him.
"Mathias."