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Chapter Three: Close Encounter
Merrill made his way to the large crop circle in the center of the field. "It's probably where they landed", he thought. But once he got there he saw no one.
"Wish I'd brought a flashlight ", he muttered. It was a lot darker than usual, considering there was no moon or stars out because of the clouds, and it was hard to
see anything. Crunch, crunch, footsteps sounded nearby. Merrill whipped around in the direction of the noise. He waited but nothing happened. He started to walk back towards the path when something from behind knocked him to the ground. He rolled over just in time to see the alien pounce on him. The water bottle tumbled out of his hands, spilling the contents all over the ground. The creature hissed evilly and glared at Merrill. He tried to break free from it's grasp but it was useless. The alien put it's wrist under Merrill's nose. On it's wrist was the small rod the first alien had used to emit poison gas when it tried to kill Morgan.
"Oh shit!" Merrill thought. "How the hell am I gonna get outta this one?!" But suddenly, the alien let go and let out an ear-piercing shriek! When it turned around, he could see that it's back was melted. The shrieking died down and the alien fell to the ground, dead. Merrill sat up and saw Randa McKinning standing there, clutching a Super Soaker.
"Randa!" he gasped. "What are you doing here?!"
"What am I doing here?!" she asked in disbelief. "Unbelievable! I just saved your ass and all I get is a 'what am I doing here'?!"
Merrill wasn't surprised by her reaction. Just recently, before they had broken up, she had been complaining about how he took her for granted.
"Thanks" he said. "I really appreciate the rescue but, let's just get outta here now."
Randa followed Merrill out of the circle and down the path. Awhile later, the two found themselves still wandering around in the field.
"We're lost, aren't we?" Randa asked, somewhat irritably.
"No were not." Merrill replied. "I know my way around my own cornfield."
"Oh no, Randa, we're not lost" she mimicked. "Where have I heard that before?"
"If you're referring to that road trip we took last year…" he began, but Randa cut in.
"The one we took to San Diego", she retorted "The one where you refused to ask for directions because you didn't wanna admit you were lost, so we ended up at the Mexican border!"
"Shhh!!" Merrill said suddenly. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"What?" Randa asked, stopping behind him.
Then she heard it. The sound of footsteps, and it was heading in their direction.
"Run!" Merrill whispered urgently and grabbed her hand. The two of them took off down the path as fast as they could. After a few seconds, Merrill skidded to a halt. There was an alien right in front of them. They turned around to go back in the opposite direction, but another alien was standing there. They turned to their right, but another alien stepped out of the corn. They turned to their left, but yet another alien stood there.
"Oh, God!" Randa whispered, her voice full of panic. They were surrounded!
(A.N. To be continued… probably next weekend. Please review! Constructive criticism only! No flames! Thanks! Oh and by the way, the next few chapters may be a little longer. Maybe.)