ALIEN'S ANGEL by A Vulcan called Ka'Lyn (aka Trisscar Swordmaid)
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie "Signs" or the characters from it, if you don't already know.
Author's Note: This is my third time to type something on Word (for Mac) and I'm getting the hang of it. Yea for me! ^^ Okay, I'm calm.
Big thanks to Leah Phoenix and sqky0o7 for reviewing. You rule!
Quick Overview: Rebecca is hit by a stomach virus and experiences the worst, as well as some disturbing changes. But to add on to that, Morgan is suspicious of her and passes the feeling to his family.
Chapter Three
Rebecca had spent the last two hours huddled over the toilet, vomiting up her dinner, including the other two meals she ate during the day. Her tears mingled with beads of sweat that dripped down her face, which was now extremely pale and sickly. Her body shook without control, sudden shudders causing her to jump sharply. Her blue eyes now were dull and fatigued, as if all like were drained from them. She groaned as she leaned over the toilet seat, throwing up again. And unpleasant stench stained the air, even stronger than before, and she grimaced in disgust, swallowing hard.
Aasim stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder; it pained him to see her so distressed. People might have thought that these creatures had no emotions, although that was definitely not true. He knew that it must be unsettling for a girl like her to be going through so much and getting sick right in the middle of things.
With a great effort, Rebecca managed to like herself slowly onto her feet and stumble into the shower, shedding her clothes after and throwing them over the glass door. Her trembling hands gripped the faucet knobs and she turned the cold water on, then the hot. A sudden burst of icy water splashed on her face and body, making her jerk away and then shiver. The stinging sensation was hardly noticeable to her anymore.
As the water adjusted from cold to warm, Rebecca rinsed her face and hair, cleansing herself of all traces of vomit. After, she slumped against the tile wall and let herself slide down to the floor, as the water beat painfully against her weary body; only now did she become aware of the burning on her skin. She curled up in a corner, covering her face with her arms from the water. Rebecca shivered again and began to cry softly, the pain in her heart and the aching in her stomach overwhelming her at last.
The Hess family was gathered in the living room, each attending to their own things. Bo removed her eyes from the television screen and looked up at her father and then at Merrill. "I had a dream," she whispered, catching everyone's awareness all of a sudden.
Morgan sat down next to her, giving her his full and undivided attention. "What was it about, Bo? What happened?" he asked, although he wasn't completely sure he wanted to know everything about her dream, which normally turned out bad. Merrill crouched down in front of her as she began to talk.
"The aliens, Morgan," she said softly.
Merrill shot Graham an uneasy glance and Morgan nodded for her to continue.
"They didn't come to kill all of us. It was a distraction," she said with worried innocence, still searching for the right words to describe her dream. "They took someone and changed her. It was a part of their plan." She stared seriously at them, her expression proving that she was telling the truth.
"What was the plan?" Merrill questioned. Bo just shook her head, looking back down. "She doesn't know," he mumbled to himself in mild agitation. "Any idea what this could mean?"
As Graham shook his head slowly, Morgan rose to his feet. "Dad," he said hesitantly. "There's this new kid at school. She acts like the aliens. I think she's one of them." Graham looked up at Morgan, who stared back, eyes wide, nodding. Nothing else was said.
Rebecca curled up in her bed, two quilts and a blanket wrapped tightly around her. She had easily been able to sneak upstairs and into her room without her aunt noticing. Now, she was feeling worse than before - feverish, cold, and nauseated. Her head rolled lazily to one side and she peered out between half-closed eyelids. Her eyes landed on a small radio and CD player. Reaching up, her fingers wandered until she found the play button and the CD player began to play. Rebecca recognized the CD - a Solitudes soundtrack that played sounds from nature. This particular one was a recording of a thunderstorm on an ocean or beach. Sort of relaxing, in a way. She twiddled with the volume until she was satisfied.
Withdrawing her arm back under the quilts, she closed her eyes and sighed. But before her arm was fully under the quilts again, she pushed herself up and stared horrified at her skin. Rebecca had to clench her teeth together to keep herself from screaming. She tumbled out of the bed and moved herself in front of a mirror. With another gasp, she fell to the carpet, looking back down at her arms.
She could see through her arms!
Well, they weren't really translucent, just.almost invisible. She moved her hand and set it on the end of the bed. Her hand seemed to alter from one color to another to match the sheets on the bed. She raised her hand in front of her face and as she stared hard, she could see the outline of her hand. But to the average eye, she was a walking pair of clothes.
Slowly, she put her hand to her cheek. She could thankfully still feel her skin. It was just strange. It was like being a color-changing lizard, or whatever they were called. Rebecca heaved herself onto the bed again and returned to her spot under the covers. She'd talk to Aasim about it whenever she felt good enough. Now was the time to sleep and catch up with her health.
The distant sounds of thunder and waves lashing against the sand finally lured her into a state of deep sleep. She rolled, however, and tossed and turned as if she was being haunted by a nightmare. But she stayed asleep.
Outside, a brief lifeless light came from the sky and then vanished, replaced by a mob of tall human-like figures, although they certainly weren't humans. Aasim was among them as they crept from the yard and across the street, their skin tone blending with the surrounding darkness. After a moment, they were out of sight.
Sleep didn't stay with Rebecca for long. Her stomach lurched as she awoke; her breath caught in her throat so that she felt like she was drowning. Hacking and sputtering, she rushed to the bathroom, but she couldn't throw up. Her face paled and she struggled to breathe, although the air didn't come. A burning fire was in her chest and lungs. Her whole body trembled as she finally vomited in the toilet.
A disgusting thick liquid gushed from her mouth, splattering in the bowl. Whatever it was, it appeared to be mucus of some sort. She spat continuously and washed her mouth with a cup of water, swishing away the nasty taste. She flushed the toilet and cleaned her hands twice before leaving the bathroom. The girl was shaken from the sudden experience.
Without a second thought, Rebecca tiptoed down the stairs, slipped her feet into her shoes, and escaped through the front door. It was dark, of course, but her eyes adjusted almost immediately. Her bike was sitting on the porch and she remembered that she had left it outside instead of moving it into the garage. Shrugging, she walking across the lawn with the bike in tow, mounting it when she reached the street.
As she pushed off with her feet and began peddling, Rebecca followed the gut instinct she had, turning corners randomly and choosing strange streets. Something in the air was amiss and she couldn't just ignore it. Besides, she had these feelings when Aasim suddenly disappeared and she always knew exactly where to find him and what was going on. 'Some kind of alien meeting,' she thought dryly.
She passed many houses and buildings, several belts of trees, and the few parks within a few minutes of riding. It didn't take long for her to skid to a stop in front of a fence. Jumping off the bike, she hid it in some bushes, making a mental note of where it was. Beyond the fence was row after row of corn.
"Oh, a corn crop. How original," she whispered to herself. "Can't they think of any other place that's more," she paused as she hoisted herself over the fence with a small grunt, and finished once she was on the other side, "more exciting?" Although wary of all that was hidden in the dark, Rebecca ambled into the ocean of corn. She shook her head as she brushed aside a stalk of corn from her face.
Stopping a moment, she held out her bare arm. She was pleased to see the fair hue of her skin against the corn, although she could still faintly see the stalks through her arm. At least she could tell the difference between her arm and the corn stalks.
The crop seemed to extend quite a distance as Rebecca wandered aimlessly around, still guided by the feeling inside her. Without a warning, however, a long hand rushed out from the cloud of corn and grabbed her firmly on the arm. She was forced down to her knees but quickly recognized the clicks and purrs that were whispered to her.
She raised her eyes and saw the familiar features of an alien kneeling in front of her. It was obvious that this alien was not Aasim. She hissed in return and the other was taken aback by her tone. Twisting her arm from its grip, she rose to her feet, listening carefully to the rattle of clicks around her. The alien also rose up, but to its complete height, glaring down at her. She ignored the venomous look altogether. As she gazed more carefully, she began to make out the images of the other aliens hiding in the crops. But where was Aasim?
As Rebecca started to turn away, the corn stalks stirred and the alien beside her grabbed her shoulder. Angry hisses made her change her mind about leaving. With a small sigh, she clicked a short reply, surrendering to the forces around her. Anyway, she wanted to find out what was going on.
She was herded from the crops and led into a clearing, where there were even more aliens. She stood on her tiptoes to see through the crowd, trying to find Aasim. However, she was pushed forward and into the rabble of aliens. She didn't necessarily fit in with the crowd, being human of course, but the aliens took no heed of that fact. Rebecca was just another face that somehow belonged.
A sudden light erupted in the small clearing, although it wasn't bright enough to be noticed by onlookers. Rebecca felt her body go numb and saw the figures around her flicker and fade. She looked down at herself and realized that she was also disappearing. But she wasn't given any time to yelp. Everything around her had just turned black.
The blackness faded as well, and the next thing Rebecca knew, she was in a large white room, bright with a blinding light. The walls were tall and appeared to be made of air pockets, although the air was a tainted gray color. Her feet were now on a solid floor. The aliens she had seen before were there, too. A rush pulsed through her veins. 'Where am I?' she thought.
Bo blinked, confused, as she gazed out the window in her room. She tapped Morgan on the side then tugged at his shirttail. He yawned sleepily as she beckoned for him to get up. "Morgan?" she whispered. "I saw a light outside in the corn."
Morgan wiped his eyes before coming up to the window. "Where? I don't see a light now." He stared long, still seeing nothing. However, his sister's urgency held his attention.
But Bo was set firm. "It was there, I saw it. Keep watching, Morgan, it might come back."
After a few minutes of watching and waiting, Morgan groaned and crawled back in bed. "Bo, this can wait until morning, okay? Wake me up only if you see something that you know is bad."
Bo still watched from the window. "I saw them again," she said, barely audible. By now, Morgan had fallen asleep and Bo was left to wonder what was out in the cornfields, even though she had a good idea what it was. Slowly, she climbed in bed, too, and whispered in her soft childish voice, "Be careful Rebecca, whoever you are."
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie "Signs" or the characters from it, if you don't already know.
Author's Note: This is my third time to type something on Word (for Mac) and I'm getting the hang of it. Yea for me! ^^ Okay, I'm calm.
Big thanks to Leah Phoenix and sqky0o7 for reviewing. You rule!
Quick Overview: Rebecca is hit by a stomach virus and experiences the worst, as well as some disturbing changes. But to add on to that, Morgan is suspicious of her and passes the feeling to his family.
Chapter Three
Rebecca had spent the last two hours huddled over the toilet, vomiting up her dinner, including the other two meals she ate during the day. Her tears mingled with beads of sweat that dripped down her face, which was now extremely pale and sickly. Her body shook without control, sudden shudders causing her to jump sharply. Her blue eyes now were dull and fatigued, as if all like were drained from them. She groaned as she leaned over the toilet seat, throwing up again. And unpleasant stench stained the air, even stronger than before, and she grimaced in disgust, swallowing hard.
Aasim stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder; it pained him to see her so distressed. People might have thought that these creatures had no emotions, although that was definitely not true. He knew that it must be unsettling for a girl like her to be going through so much and getting sick right in the middle of things.
With a great effort, Rebecca managed to like herself slowly onto her feet and stumble into the shower, shedding her clothes after and throwing them over the glass door. Her trembling hands gripped the faucet knobs and she turned the cold water on, then the hot. A sudden burst of icy water splashed on her face and body, making her jerk away and then shiver. The stinging sensation was hardly noticeable to her anymore.
As the water adjusted from cold to warm, Rebecca rinsed her face and hair, cleansing herself of all traces of vomit. After, she slumped against the tile wall and let herself slide down to the floor, as the water beat painfully against her weary body; only now did she become aware of the burning on her skin. She curled up in a corner, covering her face with her arms from the water. Rebecca shivered again and began to cry softly, the pain in her heart and the aching in her stomach overwhelming her at last.
The Hess family was gathered in the living room, each attending to their own things. Bo removed her eyes from the television screen and looked up at her father and then at Merrill. "I had a dream," she whispered, catching everyone's awareness all of a sudden.
Morgan sat down next to her, giving her his full and undivided attention. "What was it about, Bo? What happened?" he asked, although he wasn't completely sure he wanted to know everything about her dream, which normally turned out bad. Merrill crouched down in front of her as she began to talk.
"The aliens, Morgan," she said softly.
Merrill shot Graham an uneasy glance and Morgan nodded for her to continue.
"They didn't come to kill all of us. It was a distraction," she said with worried innocence, still searching for the right words to describe her dream. "They took someone and changed her. It was a part of their plan." She stared seriously at them, her expression proving that she was telling the truth.
"What was the plan?" Merrill questioned. Bo just shook her head, looking back down. "She doesn't know," he mumbled to himself in mild agitation. "Any idea what this could mean?"
As Graham shook his head slowly, Morgan rose to his feet. "Dad," he said hesitantly. "There's this new kid at school. She acts like the aliens. I think she's one of them." Graham looked up at Morgan, who stared back, eyes wide, nodding. Nothing else was said.
Rebecca curled up in her bed, two quilts and a blanket wrapped tightly around her. She had easily been able to sneak upstairs and into her room without her aunt noticing. Now, she was feeling worse than before - feverish, cold, and nauseated. Her head rolled lazily to one side and she peered out between half-closed eyelids. Her eyes landed on a small radio and CD player. Reaching up, her fingers wandered until she found the play button and the CD player began to play. Rebecca recognized the CD - a Solitudes soundtrack that played sounds from nature. This particular one was a recording of a thunderstorm on an ocean or beach. Sort of relaxing, in a way. She twiddled with the volume until she was satisfied.
Withdrawing her arm back under the quilts, she closed her eyes and sighed. But before her arm was fully under the quilts again, she pushed herself up and stared horrified at her skin. Rebecca had to clench her teeth together to keep herself from screaming. She tumbled out of the bed and moved herself in front of a mirror. With another gasp, she fell to the carpet, looking back down at her arms.
She could see through her arms!
Well, they weren't really translucent, just.almost invisible. She moved her hand and set it on the end of the bed. Her hand seemed to alter from one color to another to match the sheets on the bed. She raised her hand in front of her face and as she stared hard, she could see the outline of her hand. But to the average eye, she was a walking pair of clothes.
Slowly, she put her hand to her cheek. She could thankfully still feel her skin. It was just strange. It was like being a color-changing lizard, or whatever they were called. Rebecca heaved herself onto the bed again and returned to her spot under the covers. She'd talk to Aasim about it whenever she felt good enough. Now was the time to sleep and catch up with her health.
The distant sounds of thunder and waves lashing against the sand finally lured her into a state of deep sleep. She rolled, however, and tossed and turned as if she was being haunted by a nightmare. But she stayed asleep.
Outside, a brief lifeless light came from the sky and then vanished, replaced by a mob of tall human-like figures, although they certainly weren't humans. Aasim was among them as they crept from the yard and across the street, their skin tone blending with the surrounding darkness. After a moment, they were out of sight.
Sleep didn't stay with Rebecca for long. Her stomach lurched as she awoke; her breath caught in her throat so that she felt like she was drowning. Hacking and sputtering, she rushed to the bathroom, but she couldn't throw up. Her face paled and she struggled to breathe, although the air didn't come. A burning fire was in her chest and lungs. Her whole body trembled as she finally vomited in the toilet.
A disgusting thick liquid gushed from her mouth, splattering in the bowl. Whatever it was, it appeared to be mucus of some sort. She spat continuously and washed her mouth with a cup of water, swishing away the nasty taste. She flushed the toilet and cleaned her hands twice before leaving the bathroom. The girl was shaken from the sudden experience.
Without a second thought, Rebecca tiptoed down the stairs, slipped her feet into her shoes, and escaped through the front door. It was dark, of course, but her eyes adjusted almost immediately. Her bike was sitting on the porch and she remembered that she had left it outside instead of moving it into the garage. Shrugging, she walking across the lawn with the bike in tow, mounting it when she reached the street.
As she pushed off with her feet and began peddling, Rebecca followed the gut instinct she had, turning corners randomly and choosing strange streets. Something in the air was amiss and she couldn't just ignore it. Besides, she had these feelings when Aasim suddenly disappeared and she always knew exactly where to find him and what was going on. 'Some kind of alien meeting,' she thought dryly.
She passed many houses and buildings, several belts of trees, and the few parks within a few minutes of riding. It didn't take long for her to skid to a stop in front of a fence. Jumping off the bike, she hid it in some bushes, making a mental note of where it was. Beyond the fence was row after row of corn.
"Oh, a corn crop. How original," she whispered to herself. "Can't they think of any other place that's more," she paused as she hoisted herself over the fence with a small grunt, and finished once she was on the other side, "more exciting?" Although wary of all that was hidden in the dark, Rebecca ambled into the ocean of corn. She shook her head as she brushed aside a stalk of corn from her face.
Stopping a moment, she held out her bare arm. She was pleased to see the fair hue of her skin against the corn, although she could still faintly see the stalks through her arm. At least she could tell the difference between her arm and the corn stalks.
The crop seemed to extend quite a distance as Rebecca wandered aimlessly around, still guided by the feeling inside her. Without a warning, however, a long hand rushed out from the cloud of corn and grabbed her firmly on the arm. She was forced down to her knees but quickly recognized the clicks and purrs that were whispered to her.
She raised her eyes and saw the familiar features of an alien kneeling in front of her. It was obvious that this alien was not Aasim. She hissed in return and the other was taken aback by her tone. Twisting her arm from its grip, she rose to her feet, listening carefully to the rattle of clicks around her. The alien also rose up, but to its complete height, glaring down at her. She ignored the venomous look altogether. As she gazed more carefully, she began to make out the images of the other aliens hiding in the crops. But where was Aasim?
As Rebecca started to turn away, the corn stalks stirred and the alien beside her grabbed her shoulder. Angry hisses made her change her mind about leaving. With a small sigh, she clicked a short reply, surrendering to the forces around her. Anyway, she wanted to find out what was going on.
She was herded from the crops and led into a clearing, where there were even more aliens. She stood on her tiptoes to see through the crowd, trying to find Aasim. However, she was pushed forward and into the rabble of aliens. She didn't necessarily fit in with the crowd, being human of course, but the aliens took no heed of that fact. Rebecca was just another face that somehow belonged.
A sudden light erupted in the small clearing, although it wasn't bright enough to be noticed by onlookers. Rebecca felt her body go numb and saw the figures around her flicker and fade. She looked down at herself and realized that she was also disappearing. But she wasn't given any time to yelp. Everything around her had just turned black.
The blackness faded as well, and the next thing Rebecca knew, she was in a large white room, bright with a blinding light. The walls were tall and appeared to be made of air pockets, although the air was a tainted gray color. Her feet were now on a solid floor. The aliens she had seen before were there, too. A rush pulsed through her veins. 'Where am I?' she thought.
Bo blinked, confused, as she gazed out the window in her room. She tapped Morgan on the side then tugged at his shirttail. He yawned sleepily as she beckoned for him to get up. "Morgan?" she whispered. "I saw a light outside in the corn."
Morgan wiped his eyes before coming up to the window. "Where? I don't see a light now." He stared long, still seeing nothing. However, his sister's urgency held his attention.
But Bo was set firm. "It was there, I saw it. Keep watching, Morgan, it might come back."
After a few minutes of watching and waiting, Morgan groaned and crawled back in bed. "Bo, this can wait until morning, okay? Wake me up only if you see something that you know is bad."
Bo still watched from the window. "I saw them again," she said, barely audible. By now, Morgan had fallen asleep and Bo was left to wonder what was out in the cornfields, even though she had a good idea what it was. Slowly, she climbed in bed, too, and whispered in her soft childish voice, "Be careful Rebecca, whoever you are."