They left the car and entered the house. Carrie felt uncomfortable. It was
not the house it's self, but the atmosphere, the people inside it. They all
sat down on the couches in the living room. The room was small, but it was
lively.
Zeke slammed the door after the last person entered. It turned silent. To silent. Zeke sat down next to Stokely, then he turned next to change the channel. "Can I get a glass of water?" Carrie asked.
"I knew it you're an alien!" Stokely jumped up. Carrie got up to and grabbed Casey around the neck. "So what if I am?" She asked. Everyone turned to watch in horror. Delilah fainted. Zeke tried to slip out of the room to get his gun. "Where do you think your going?" Marco had sneaked up behind him.
"Umm, to the bathroom?" Zeke asked nervously. He did not know what he was doing; he just turned around and punched Marco in the face. Marco punched him back. And so the war between the alien and human began.
There was blood on both their faces. They were hitting like mad. Soon it expanded. Everyone else was punching and hitting too. They couldn't tell each other apart. Soon everyone quit. Casey was lying on the floor unconscious. Delilah had not moved. Stan, Zeke, Marco and Carrie were standing quietly, looking at each other. But Stokely was smarter than that. She had sneaked into the kitchen and grabbed the gun.
"So now what?" Stan asked. No reply. Marco wiped the blood of his lip with the back of his sleeve.
"This!" Stokely answered violently. Zeke's gun was pointed at Carrie. "Don't!" Marco said calmly. He knew that if she did they would all return back to normal. Carrie nodded. "I'm the realy queen." He continued as silly as it sounded, he lied.
"How the hell would I know that?" Stokely switched the gun to Marco. "Because," he couldn't think of anything. "To bad!" She screamed and with that the gun blast went off. She shot Carrie in the head. Carrie's body fell back. So did Marco's. She didn't move. There was blood streaming from the back of her head. They closed in on her. Her eyes were open in horror. It was a nasty sight. Stokely dropped the gun and cried. "It's alright, don't cry." Zeke comforted her. Suddenly Marco arose. "What the hell?" They all looked confused. "Who are you?" He asked looking very confused.
Zeke slammed the door after the last person entered. It turned silent. To silent. Zeke sat down next to Stokely, then he turned next to change the channel. "Can I get a glass of water?" Carrie asked.
"I knew it you're an alien!" Stokely jumped up. Carrie got up to and grabbed Casey around the neck. "So what if I am?" She asked. Everyone turned to watch in horror. Delilah fainted. Zeke tried to slip out of the room to get his gun. "Where do you think your going?" Marco had sneaked up behind him.
"Umm, to the bathroom?" Zeke asked nervously. He did not know what he was doing; he just turned around and punched Marco in the face. Marco punched him back. And so the war between the alien and human began.
There was blood on both their faces. They were hitting like mad. Soon it expanded. Everyone else was punching and hitting too. They couldn't tell each other apart. Soon everyone quit. Casey was lying on the floor unconscious. Delilah had not moved. Stan, Zeke, Marco and Carrie were standing quietly, looking at each other. But Stokely was smarter than that. She had sneaked into the kitchen and grabbed the gun.
"So now what?" Stan asked. No reply. Marco wiped the blood of his lip with the back of his sleeve.
"This!" Stokely answered violently. Zeke's gun was pointed at Carrie. "Don't!" Marco said calmly. He knew that if she did they would all return back to normal. Carrie nodded. "I'm the realy queen." He continued as silly as it sounded, he lied.
"How the hell would I know that?" Stokely switched the gun to Marco. "Because," he couldn't think of anything. "To bad!" She screamed and with that the gun blast went off. She shot Carrie in the head. Carrie's body fell back. So did Marco's. She didn't move. There was blood streaming from the back of her head. They closed in on her. Her eyes were open in horror. It was a nasty sight. Stokely dropped the gun and cried. "It's alright, don't cry." Zeke comforted her. Suddenly Marco arose. "What the hell?" They all looked confused. "Who are you?" He asked looking very confused.