Here's the next chapter. I know it's been forever but I lost the Internet for awhile so posting became impossible. But my AOL is back and so am I. I hope you all still want to read. Enjoy.

It didn't look good.

Ford held the gun, their final and seemingly useless line of defense in front of him. His hand was shaking uncontrollably, any military skills he had seemed to vanish. Fear had taken them over. They stood unmoving, their eyes wide open but looking at nothing in particular. Their heads buzzed with activity, their minds thinking about everything yet thinking about nothing at all. They were going to die, and their souls were busy accepting that.

It was a daze that not even a hundred aliens, blades extended from their hands, growls sounding from their mouths, could interrupt. The world was endlessly white, like a TV screen at the end of a videotape. It was almost symbolic - the end of a videotape…the end of their lives.

If they had been aware enough to feel it, they would've been scared out of their minds.

And then it happened again.

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The shriek tore through the empty hospital. Once the power switched on, so did Chandler Bing. His body sat up instantaneously, as if the power had completely restored his life. He sat there quietly, rubbing the back of his head, unaware of the amazed doctors and his shocked friends that were staring right at him.

Dr. Ismail slowly approached him, his eyes still wide. "Mr. Bing? Can you hear me?"

Chandler's eyes shot up to the doctor. He was surprised to find anyone near him. "Of course I can hear you, I'm not deaf." Chandler rolled his eyes and glanced around the room, it was then that he noticed the large number of people in the room. His eyes scanned through the white coats of the doctors and landed on the one person he was dying to see, Rachel. The charming smile he didn't know he had crawled across his lips. But it didn't stay there for long.

Chandler felt a small twinge of pain in his stomach. He was about to say something to the doctor when he felt the rising of fluid inside his stomach. In one quick motion he turned away from the crowd of people and bent over the railing on the bed. A second later, he was vomiting.

Dr. Ismail rushed to the other side of the bed to try to help his patient, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the mess on the floor. He glanced at Chandler, who had just stopped convulsing, and was regaining his breath. His eyes narrowed in thought as he stared at Chandler's vomit. He turned to his white-coated colleagues; "It's blue. All of it. He vomited up the virus."

Dr. Ismail took a few steps backward to grab a large plastic container and a pair of surgical gloves. He bent down next to the pool of blue liquid. "I have to get a sample of this. This is history in the making."

"Oh my god," Chandler stared down at the mess he had just created. "What kind of nasty hospital food did you feed me?"

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It was an amazing sight. And a very welcome one.

Hundreds of green bodies were flying out the doorway, all of them acting as if the three human men didn't exist. They didn't know if the shriek they had just heard came from Chandler or some other alien, but either way, they were happy for the distraction. The three men stood silently, slowly coming back to life from the daze they had all been experienced. None of them dared speak a word until the last of the alien life forms were outside of the room.

"What the hell just happened?" Ross lowered his golf club to the ground and leaned back against the wall. He hated the situation he was in. Ross Gellar liked to be in control, and at the moment, he felt about as hopeless as he ever had. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't figure anything out. Absolutely nothing around him made any sense.

"I'll tell you what, that shriek works wonders. It's like the lunch bell at a high school." Joey nodded, and involuntary, he thought about how nice lunch sounded.

"We need to get upstairs. If that sound came from your friend, then that's probably where all those things are headed." Sgt. Ford re-equipped his flashlight to his belt and began walking toward the door. He wasn't in any hurry to get back upstairs, but he knew he had to go. It was his job to protect against any enemy, foreign or domestic. He was sure after all of this, the term extraterrestrial would be added to the list.

"We finally got these things to go away, and now we're going after them. We must be crazy." Ross said as he began to follow Sgt. Ford out of the room. Joey nodded his agreement and followed his friend out of the room. The night seemed to have the same pattern. Escape danger - then walk right back into it.

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Chandler was on his feet, supporting his own body for the first time since he had been attacked. He couldn't explain why, but he felt great. He held his fiancé close to his body, wrapped in his arms, as they both watched the team of doctor's seal the plastic medical bag filled with the virus Chandler has just puked up. He wasn't sure why they wanted to save his upchuck, but at the moment he didn't care. He was just happy to be alive, and with his wife to be, safe and sound.

Too bad he wasn't as safe as he thought he was. The doors of the room burst open and in marched a massive group of green bodies. Everyone in the room jumped backward as the mass of aliens filed in. They crowded into the back corner of the room as the seemingly endless line of green bodies continued to flood their space. The distance between the group of aliens and the group of humans was growing small, when finally; the stream of green life forms stopped flowing into the room. For a moment, the two groups, one human, one alien, stood staring at each other in silence. The humans were scared. The aliens were waiting.

After another silent moment, it became clear what they were waiting for. The doors of the emergency room slowly crept open, and a tall, muscular figure stepped into the room. His footsteps echoed throughout the hospital thanks to the silence that his demeanor commanded. His skin was a darker green than his fellow aliens were; it was almost pitch black. The sneer on his face never seemed to go away as he stared at his troops, and then at the group of humans, crunched together in the corner, terrified for their lives.

The figure's bare, muscular chest pushed outwards, and then retracted back in as he took in a deep breath of air. His nose cringed noticeably, as if everything around him stunk. He turned toward the massive group of aliens, who stood silent and motionless in his presence. He looked as if he was about to speak, when the doors of the ER once again flew open.

Joey, Ross, and Sgt. Ford came barreling into the room, golf clubs and guns out and ready to be used. They didn't expect to find the entire army they had just seen crowded into the hospital room. All three stopped dead in their tracks, all realizing the huge mistake they had just made. Before they could turn and retreat, a trio of aliens moved out of their motionless state and stepped in front of the door, blocking the last remaining exit.

The three men slowly moved toward the group of humans on the other side of the room. If they were going to die, they at least wanted to be with their loved ones when it happened. Joey, Ross, and Sgt. Ford walked close together, inching their way towards their friends. They came across the black figure in the middle of the room, and tried to stay as far away from him as they could. They were slowly moving by him as he stared right at them, nothing but pure evil in his eyes. They were almost out of his reach when he lunged toward them.

"Ahhh!" The same scream escaped the lips of all three men as they made one final jump toward the members of their race. The tall alien in the middle of the room had only faked an attack. Apparently it was joke, because he was laughing.

Sgt. Ford was pissed. An alien, in the middle of a hospital room, in his country, on his planet, was laughing at him. It took everything he had not to shoot him right then.

The alien sensed his anger, and smiled. He seemed strangely human like to be from another world. He walked toward the mass of humans in the corner, seemingly taking joy in all of their fear. "You look scared." His voice boomed outward in perfect English. It was deep and powerful, it instantly reminded Ross of Darth Vader. "You should be scared. You're all going to die soon." A laugh escaped his lips as his arms folded across his chest. Ross swore he had to be half-human.

"But first, I should probably take this." Before anyone figured out what he was referring to, his large hand quickly swung downwards and removed Sgt. Ford's gun from his grip. He tossed the gun aside before looking back to the group of humans. "So, who's going to be first?" The fire red pupils of his eyes moved from person to person, studying their faces, enjoying their fear. His eyes stopped on one person. "You. I know you."

His arms reached forward and grabbed hold of Phoebe before anyone could try to help her. He pulled her body against his bare skin and wrapped his forearm across her neck. If she tried to move, she'd choke herself. "Number 73863. That's you isn't it? I knew I recognized you."

"What are you talking about?" Phoebe screamed, her arms clutched around his large forearm, trying to put some space between his skin and her neck.

He smiled at her futile attempts to get free. "You can't just invade a planet without scouting ahead first. You see, we've spent the last five years channeling humans on this planet. Haunting them with dreams and nightmares, hallucinations and visions, just to get a better understanding of the human mind. Most of the people we channeled ended up in jail or mental institutions. But not you, 73863. No matter how many nightmares or hallucinations we put into your head you didn't break. You didn't say a word to anyone. You hid it from everyone you knew. Didn't you?"

Every human in the room stared blankly at Phoebe, waiting to hear her response. Had their friend really been hiding things from them? Had she been having nightmares and hallucinations without telling any of them? It seemed they would never be sure, because Phoebe had her lips shut tight. She refused to say anything at all to the aliens or to her friends. She didn't want them to die thinking badly of her.

"Phoebe?" Ross questioned her, the confusion evident in his voice. He couldn't believe it. Aliens had channeled his wife and he didn't have a clue about it. How could he not have noticed? He spent every moment he could by Phoebe's side…surely he would have noticed some kind of sign that something was wrong. And then he remembered. The night before everything had started --

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"Phoebe, what is coming?" All thought of sleep had left him. All he wanted was to find our what was bothering his wife so much.

"That's the wrong question Dr. Gellar." Dr. Gellar. She rarely called him that. It was a name she only used in a teasing manner…or in a seductive one.

"Then what is the right question?"

She was silent for a moment, as if she was deciding whether or not she could trust him with her information. She didn't blink, she barely seemed to breathe…she just stared at him, she was blank.

"The right question isn't 'what is coming?' The right question is…'who is coming?' "

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It wasn't a dream after all.

See the prologue was there for a reason lol. Next chapter up soon.