ALIEN'S ANGEL
by Trisscar Swordmaid

Disclaimer: I do not own Signs or the characters from the movie, like everyone else here.

Author's Note: I'm aware that there are probably strange errors in punctuation and that stuff but that's most likely because I uploaded this story from a Mac, which doesn't work out very well, in my opinion. I hate it as much as you do. Sorry! But I believe you people aren't dumb, you can figure it out. Please R and R!

Also, thanks to Alicia, Leah Phoenix, and earthworm for reviewing.

Quick Overview: In chapter two, we learn about Rebecca's past (from a flashback) and the figure that constantly haunts her. (I apologize if it sounds really fishy...but it will lead into the plot.)


Chapter Two

Morgan slumped down on the couch, next to Bo, who was watching Dexter's Laboratory on Cartoon Network, his backpack laying at his feet. He glanced at his dad in the kitchen, then got up and sat at the table. Dad? You think you could help me with my homework?

Graham Hess looked at his son and patted his shoulder gently. I can do that, if you don't mind your old man catching up with his school days first, he said with a smile.

Morgan complained.

I was kidding, Morgan. So, what subject? he asked, trying to act interested.


Rebecca watched as the school bus drove around the corner and disappeared from sight. She walked away from the bus stop and across the street, stopping at a small two-story house, made of red brick. Ignoring the stone path completely, she trudged on the grass until she arrived at the door.

She shook the door knob, finding it locked, and then reached into her pocket, pulling out a small key. She unlocked the door, slipping in, and placed the key on a drawer to the right of the door. Everything was quiet.

Tip-toeing into the living room, she called out softly, Aunt Patricia? Are you home? There was no answer. Guess not, Rebecca muttered. Her aunt was still at a convention at church, probably. But she knew better than to believe that she was alone. She was never alone, never.

Rebecca sat down on the couch beside her aunt's sleeping tabby, Tigerlily, placing her backpack at the other end. She leaned back, eyes closed. Just like always, the first day of school for her was tiring. She knew it would take awhile for her to get used to it.

The girl could have actually fallen asleep, except for a sudden pain that shot through her arm. Her eyes jerked open, in anguish, and she sat up straight. Rebecca's face twisted into a grimace as she looked down at her arm, expecting to see blood, although there was none. The agony brought back too many unwanted memories..

I hate them, she hissed between clenched teeth, putting her hand firmly on her arm, below the shoulder. She glared menacingly at the wall, then averting her gaze to the floor, noticing a distinct shadow. Looking back up at the wall, it appeared as if the wall itself was shifting and moving. Rebecca murmured, with a hint of disgust.

The wall wasn't what was moving, it was the thing that stood back to back against the wall. A figure twitched slightly in its place, then finally stepped forward, revealing a tall creature, with some human features. Its skin, if that was even what it was called, altered colors, adjusting to the surroundings, but it finally abandoned its ability to blend in and turned to its natural hue, a light green-brown tint.

It, indeed was tall, maybe seven feet, if not taller, and had long and slender arms and legs, with clawed fingers. It appeared to stand on its toes with cat-like feet. It had a muscular upper chest and a thin waist, comparing it to a human being.

It wasn't the creature's body structure that bothered Rebecca, but the head and face was. Its head was like a human's, but was curved at the top and was, well, hairless (Rebecca was kind of hesitant to call it bald). Its eyes were large and almond-shape, black orbs with a long ridge at the top, like an eyebrow. It had a human-like mouth, which was a relief, considering all the other options writers and artists had described a monster's mouth as. The main thing, however, that disturbed her the most was that the creature's ears were simply holes at the sides of its head and its nose looked like two slits with a bundle of tissue twisted together in between.

The creature relaxed slightly, standing still at the opposite end of the room, and she did, too. Rebecca had known this particular alien since the invasion (the aliens had invaded Texas, as well) and she had lightly cursed its birth from the time she returned home, although now she regretted doing so. In reality, Rebecca learned much from the aliens and reluctantly began to like them, not hate them, like many others did after the raid.

But it wasn't like that at first.

(Flashback)

Rebecca jumped awake at the sound of a scratching on the walls. She blinked sleep from her eyes, her brows knit together in annoyance. Squinting, she looked up at the digital clock, only to find it dead black. The girl shook her head, slightly alarmed, but then realized that the electricity must had gone off earlier in the night. She believed that it was close to midnight, at least.

Crawling out of bed, she crept over to her door, pulling it open, and slid out, staying close to the wall. She walked briskly down the hallway, entering her parents' room. She heard the bushes outside brush against the large window and the wind chimes rattling. She flicked the light switch on but nothing happened and stood staring at the empty bed. Her parents weren't home yet.

Rebecca turned on her heel and dashed out. As she ran down the hallway, she stopped at each room, closing the curtains hastily. When she ushered herself into the living room, she looked one at a time at the four windows, three of them drawn closed. The other window, the one in the middle, was boarded up with wood. It reminded her of what had happened earlier that day.

After dinner, her brother, Daniel had been playing carelessly on the edge of the couch and tumbled into the window and outside onto the porch. It occurred so quickly that neither her or her parents could catch him. Both her mom and dad took him to the hospital, after they nailed boards across the window to keep bugs out. Rebecca had volunteered to stay home to make sure everything was okay. Normally, they wouldn't had agreed but Rebecca persuaded them sternly. They decided not to argue.

However, even at this time, they hadn't come home yet.

Rebecca moved into her room with a flashlight, tucking herself back into bed. Her eyelids were heavy. She was too tired to worry. Letting herself doze, she stayed still in her bed.

But not for long.

Another noise woke her up. Not just any noise, though. It was a window being smashed to pieces. Her eyes opened frantically and she rolled out of bed, clutching the flashlight in her hands. She rose unsteadily to her feet and went over to her opened door. She peered hard at the limited view of the living room and almost screamed in horror.

Someone, or something, had gotten into the house.

Rebecca could just only barely make out the outline of the intruder and she raised the flashlight over her head. There was enough space for her to throw the flashlight and hit the person in the living room. It was a long shot, but it was worth a try. With an extra effort, she flung the flashlight quickly into the living room and slammed her door shut, locking it. She heard what seemed to be an angry purrs, mixed with clicks, which reminded her faintly of insects. Grabbing her desk chair, she jammed it up under the door knob. Maybe it would keep her safe.

Returning to her bed, she laid down once more. She whispered a small prayer to God, then let the spell of sleep drift over her again. Once when she had fallen into a deep sleep, the chair gave way, and the door was forced open.

(To Be Continued...)

Author's Note: This part actually turned out much longer than I expected. I suppose I got so into writing Rebecca's past that I lost myself! Sorry! The next part will be uploaded soon.