Sequel to Alien's Angel.
Disclaimer: I do not own Signs or M&Ms. Oria belongs to Colleen. Lisa and Lore are both our creations. Anyone else not from the original movie belongs to me.
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"Wait… You're telling me that you went werewolf and turned into an alien?" Oria asked, slamming her hands down on the table in front of Rebecca. Several people turned in the library and shushed at her. Oria simply rolled her eyes.
"Well, that's what Aasim said. But I was completely out of it. I don't remember one thing," Rebecca said with a sigh.
Lisa poked the pile of books that Rebecca had collected, and then thumbed through the newspaper from yesterday that had been brought along. "So, tell us, what are we doing here?" she asked, motioning to herself, Oria, and Lore.
Rebecca swiped her fingers through her hair and sighed. "I was hoping you would help me look through these articles and maybe find some kind of connection between my transformation and the stars or something," explained she.
"Like a werewolf. Great," Oria mumbled. She shrugged, however, and lowered herself into the seat across from Rebecca and next to Lore, grabbing one of the reference books Rebecca had sitting out. "Well, let's get started then."
"Thanks," Rebecca said softly, taking a book for her to look through.
Lisa tapped Rebecca's shoulder lightly. "So, you really turned into an alien? You looked like Aasim?" she asked, excitement gleaming in her cat eyes.
Rebecca nodded, looking up from the text in the book. "Yeah, according to Aasim and my parents. They saw me. But it honestly creeps me out a bit… since I don't remember anything."
"You just can't settle for being normal like the rest of us, can you?" Lore commented, taking the newspaper from Lisa.
Miffed, Lisa yanked back the newspaper and pointed to an article. "Read this," she said, handing it to Rebecca.
She raised an eyebrow after reading it.
"Well?"
"It's about these people who vanished two weeks ago and were never found. They reappeared just a few days ago with no recollection of what happened to them and odd markings on their body," Rebecca said. "They only thing they really remember is a blur, with a bright light over them and shadowy figures."
"Perfect," Lore muttered sarcastically.
"And since you're the expert here," Lisa started, gesturing at Rebecca, "Do you think those could have been abductions?"
"Maybe," Rebecca said softly, resting her chin in her hands. "Aasim's told me about the Grays. They're the main ones that abduct people and do tests on them and stuff."
"Any possibility they could be the same kind as Aasim?"
Rebecca shook her head. "Probably not. Aasim's kind wasn't really interested in humans. They were just focused on world domination and destruction, I guess."
"They need better hobbies," Oria said with a short chuckle.
"As do we," Lore muttered again.
Rebecca looked at the newspaper again, deep in thought. Without a warning, she popped out of her chair, which scraped against the ground roughly. She got several evil eyes but paid no attention to them, saying to the other three, "Come on, we're going on an quest." She was nearly out the door by the time they processed that and were able to get up and follow.
"Hey, wait a minute, we just got to the library and now you're dragging us somewhere else?" Lisa exclaimed, having to jog to keep up with Rebecca.
Rebecca stopped abruptly and turned to look at them, rolling the newspaper in her hands. "I'm on a mission, but you all don't have to come," she said shortly.
Oria and Lisa exchanged confused looks, but shrugged and followed anyways, Lore tagging along behind them.
"Where are we going, at least?" Oria asked.
"To talk to those people," was the quick answer.
"Um, excuse me, but why?" Lore said with a raised eyebrow.
"I have a hunch."
"How will you find them?" Lisa asked.
"One of the people taken is someone in my World Geography class. I know where she lives and I have a hunch…" Please let me be wrong…
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They trotted up the white-painted steps to the front porch of Shannon Walker's house. Rebecca rapped her knuckles on the door and they waited silently, all of them not really sure what they were supposed to accomplish in this visit. After a minute, the door slowly opened, revealing a girl their age with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. "Yes?" she asked, in a soft voice.
Rebecca put on the best smile she could. "Hi, I'm Rebecca Burke," she recited. "The Creative Writing class is doing a survey and I was wondering if you'd contribute."
Shannon blinked and nodded. "Okay, alright. Do you need to come inside?"
"No, this'll just take a second. How old are you?"
"I'll be sixteen in March."
"And what's your favorite color M&M?"
"Uh, the yellow one."
"Alrighty, that's all you have to do. Thank you for letting me waste two minutes of your time," Rebecca said with a grin.
"Not a problem," Shannon answered, somewhat suspiciously. "Have a good day."
"You too!"
The door closed seconds later. Silence.
"And, pray tell, what did you gain from that?" Lore asked.
"Everything I needed to know. Now, let's find the nearest payphone and hope it has a directory with it."
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By the end of the day, Rebecca and company had been able to visit the majority of the population that was suspected to be abductees, with the same cheesy cover up of what their favorite color M&M was.
As they reached the corner of the library, they said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways, which was only really two directions. While Lisa and Lore went north to their house, Oria and Rebecca headed south.
"So, what's your hunch?" asked the taller girl.
Rebecca looked down at the pavement, scuffing her shoes against it as she walked. "I don't really want to discuss it until I've talked to Aasim about it, but it has something to do with another alien invasion."
Oria nodded. "Something big is going to happen?"
"Maybe… but I hope not," Rebecca said softly.
"Why?"
"Because… I have something to do with it."
The rest of the walk was left in silence until they said goodbye when they reached their neighborhood.
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Rebecca sat on her bed, scribbling out her information in a notebook that rested in her lap. As the mattress shifted, she looked up to see Aasim watching her. She smiled slightly before returning to her work.
"What did you find out?" he asked.
"The people I interviewed ranged from age fourteen to seventeen, all female, with dirty blonde or light brown hair that's about mid-length to jaw-length, hazel, green, or blue eyes, and an odd scar-like mark on their foreheads," said Rebecca.
"What do you think of all this?"
"I think… someone's looking for me," she said, dropping her notebook and turning to look directly at Aasim. "What are you not telling me?"
(To Be Continued…)
