ALIEN'S ANGEL by A Vulcan called Ka'Lyn
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie "Signs" or the characters from it, if you don't already know.
Author's Note: This chapter contains a song called "Nine Hundred Miles" and it is an American Folk Song arranged by Cristi Cary Miller. Otherwise, that's it.
Thanks to everyone for reviewing.
Quick Overview: Now learning about her new powers, Rebecca finds out some serious family issue and runs away, trying to find her way home by a train. But will Aasim catch her and force her back to the aliens' side?
Chapter Five
Rebecca's aunt handed her an envelope, saying, "Here, this came in the mail yesterday. You konked out pretty early last night so I didn't have the chance to give it to you." Rebecca nodded her thanks to Patricia before accepting the envelope and taking it up to her room.
She shut the door softly behind her, throwing herself onto her bed. She turned over on her back, holding the letter up after she opened it. Rebecca read it carefully, eyes going wide, brimmed by a sudden wave of tears. Crumbling up the letter, she tossed it forcefully at the wall, pushing herself up and running downstairs, wiping tears from her face.
Rebecca ate breakfast quickly, trying to not appear suspicious. She grabbed her book bag, stuffing her notebook and several books in it at one time. Then, when her aunt wasn't looking, she dashed to her room, rummaging around through drawers and baskets until she was rewarded with two twenty dollar bills, a ten, and some change - her allowance for that month. She crammed it into her pocket and stole back downstairs, already ready for school.
She kissed her aunt goodbye and grabbed her backpack, walking out the door a moment later. She walked down the street once, then headed back to the house, throwing her backpack into a bush, where it wouldn't be found till later the day when her uncle returned home to do some yard work. She then ran to the bus stop, waiting for a local transportation bus to stop.
After fifteen minutes of leaning against the pole and reciting her math tables, the bus finally came. She walked on as the door opened, putting money in the small tube at the front before finding a seat at the back. Sitting by a window, she looked out at the houses and cried silently, which was one of her favorite things to do when something tragic happened to her or her family.
Ten minutes went by.then thirty.She even counted the minutes. An hour flew by quickly and she soon arrived at her destination. Rebecca exited the bus promptly, thanking the driver. To her left were rows of shopping malls and to her right was the train station, her goal.
"Well, I'm walkin' down this track, I've got tears in my eyes, Tryin' to read a letter from my home."
She stopped to get the next train to Texas, paying quickly for the ticket. She sat down in the lobby, knowing that she had two hours to wait for the train she wanted to arrive. Her stomach churned, telling her that she was doing something wrong, although she didn't listen to the feeling. What she was doing was too important.
Rebecca had stopped crying now, since there were no more tears to cry. She looked around carefully, watching the random trains stop and go by from a far window. From an overhead speaker, music played, although the song that she heard was less than desirable. She blocked the tune out immediately, ignoring the constant language that occurred.
"And if this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night, 'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home."
Time ticked by slowly, the two hours seemed to last forever. But finally, the right train pulled to a halt outside the lobby, a loud whistle echoing through the building. Rebecca pushed herself up and boarded the train promptly, handing her ticket to the coach attendant at the door. She sat down by a window, and after a few minutes had rolled by, a second whistle sounded, which was followed by one more. The train's engine huffed and then started to inch forward, gaining speed quickly.
Rebecca watched as trees and buildings flew by. But she had a distinct feeling of being watched, which she didn't deny. Her blue eyes wandered and she noticed a familiar shadow that didn't fit in with the background. She frowned but decided not to heed the shadow, having a good sense of what it could be.
"Well, this train that I rode on, It's one hundred coaches long. You can hear the whistle sound for miles."
Somewhere between ten and eleven o'clock, she managed to fall asleep. She didn't dream so her nap was undisturbed. But in her sleep, she mind felt a clawed hand touch her shoulder gently. The girl didn't wake up, however. She remained still, her breathing slow and peaceful for the meantime.
"And if this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home"
"If my love bids me stay; I will never go away. Nearby I will always want to be, want to be."
"And if this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night, 'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home."
"Nine hundred miles. Nine hundred miles."
Rebecca didn't realize that she'd sleep so long. It was now about nine o'clock that night and she had slept all through the morning and afternoon. She blinked sleep from her eyes slowly, looking about as if she didn't remember where she was. But after a minute or two, her mind began to recollect the events that had happened before. Then she thought, Only twenty-four more hours and I'll be home.
She thought about the letter her dad had sent her and fished it out of her pocket, another place where she kept "valuable" items. She read over it several times, rekindling the pain and sorrow. She sighed and thought to herself, I can't believe this could happen to me. Why me? The girl sighed again, rubbing at her eyes to keep from crying.
The blonde child jerked from her seat as a sudden shake rocked the coach she was in, along with all the other train coaches. She let out a huff as her chest made contact with the chair in front of her. Slightly dizzy, she realized that the train had come to an abrupt halt. The intercom above the people's head clicked on and a voice with static explained, "We are sorry for this interruption but we are having some brief difficulties. We will be towed to the closest station for repairs.
Several people gasped while some groaned, including Rebecca. She sat back and stared out the window, her eyes widening. I should have known, she thought to herself. She was almost positive she saw the faint figure of a tall humanoid dash through the trees, hidden with a brown and green hue. Rebecca rolled her eyes and stood up, pushing her window out and wiggling through the opening; she was skinny enough to get through. Before anyone could notice or make any word of it, Rebecca hopped down to the ground and brushed past the trees.
She ignored the low, small branches that snapped in her face as she ran through the trees. She managed to only get minor scratches, although a few began to bleed onto her skin. She ignored those scratches, only until one scrape on her brow bled into her right eye. She slowed and stopped amid the green foliage and shrubbery. Tears welled in her eyes and she wiped at them, her hands wet with tears and traces of blood. Her vision was blurry so all she could do was stumbled through the undergrowth, tripping here and there until she came to a stop.
"Who's there?" she called, her ears picking out movement around her. A dry chuckle was her only answer and she growled in anger. She had a good hint to who was there. "Aasim, why did you stop the train?" she asked lowly, awaiting a reply, although she faced only silence. She growled again, which was unnatural for her, but this time louder. "I know your game, Aasim, and I know your handiwork," Rebecca called out again. She rubbed her eyes, squinting uselessly, trying to see better; the blood with interfering with her vision and just couldn't be scrubbed away.
Rebecca sighed and turned on her heel, only to be surprised by a firm hand grapping her arm tightly from behind her. She twisted around, wrenching her arm out of the grasp of the hand, and made out the familiar figure that was in front of her now, although her vision was still limited. "What do you want?" she hissed at Aasim in the alien language.
Aasim chuckled once again, giving her a faint chill because of the hint of evil in it. "You left too soon, girl. We still have a job for you to do," he hissed back, a little too calmly. He reached out to her and wiped a trickle of blood from her eye. She shivered and took a step back, pushing away the clawed hand. "You're afraid of me now?" he asked slyly, with a surplus of sureness.
The shrill blast of the train whistled echoed through the air at that time and Rebecca cursed under her breath, realizing that the train would soon leave, and without her, too. She wanted to turn but Aasim's dark eyes beckoned her to stay, and she was partially hypnotized, frozen in place. Another whistle sounded and she heard the train start to move, the sound snapping her out of the frozen state. She cursed again and turned quickly, dashing off through the trees again, but with Aasim close behind.
As she rounded the final corner, she skidded to a stop, tripping over as her foot got caught on the railed track. She stood, dazed, watching the train run away in the distance. There goes my ride, she thought. With a sigh of frustration, she turned as Aasim walked up next to her. "There went your ride," he said coyly, pointing in the direction of the train. She glared at him, realizing that he had read her mind.
"I swear, I'll kill you one day," she hissed venomously to him. "I swear I will," she spat. Rebecca blinked several times now that her vision was becoming clearer. She sniffed slightly and walked sluggishly into the belt of trees, not paying any attention to where she was going. Aasim followed behind her, watching as she stumbled hopelessly through the foliage as she did before.
She entered a small clearing, like the one in the crops in Pennsylvania. She wondered silently where she was at that time, since she had no clue whatsoever. The girl looked up into the black sky, finding it cloudy, with no stars at all. She sighed and slumped down on the ground. "So," she started dryly, "where do I go now, oh brilliant one?" she asked Aasim sarcastically, rolling her eyes dramatically at him.
His answer was simple. "You come with me and complete your job."
"Why should I do that?"
"Because I said so," he said with a smile. Rebecca broke out laughing, something she felt like she would never do again. She laughed so hard that tears flowed steadily from her eyes and she cackled with delight at her display, only causing herself to laugh even more. It took her minute or two to gather control over her self again, and she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Aasim chuckled with her, his genuine smile widening. "It's good to hear you laugh again, Rebecca," he said gently. She smiled at him and wiped her tears away, although she wasn't even slightly embarrassed.
"Thanks," she whispered. "It helps when you have a friend that'll make you smile. Friends like that are hard to find."
"I thought I wasn't one of your friends," Aasim commented.
"Your on my 'alien friend' list."
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie "Signs" or the characters from it, if you don't already know.
Author's Note: This chapter contains a song called "Nine Hundred Miles" and it is an American Folk Song arranged by Cristi Cary Miller. Otherwise, that's it.
Thanks to everyone for reviewing.
Quick Overview: Now learning about her new powers, Rebecca finds out some serious family issue and runs away, trying to find her way home by a train. But will Aasim catch her and force her back to the aliens' side?
Chapter Five
Rebecca's aunt handed her an envelope, saying, "Here, this came in the mail yesterday. You konked out pretty early last night so I didn't have the chance to give it to you." Rebecca nodded her thanks to Patricia before accepting the envelope and taking it up to her room.
She shut the door softly behind her, throwing herself onto her bed. She turned over on her back, holding the letter up after she opened it. Rebecca read it carefully, eyes going wide, brimmed by a sudden wave of tears. Crumbling up the letter, she tossed it forcefully at the wall, pushing herself up and running downstairs, wiping tears from her face.
Rebecca ate breakfast quickly, trying to not appear suspicious. She grabbed her book bag, stuffing her notebook and several books in it at one time. Then, when her aunt wasn't looking, she dashed to her room, rummaging around through drawers and baskets until she was rewarded with two twenty dollar bills, a ten, and some change - her allowance for that month. She crammed it into her pocket and stole back downstairs, already ready for school.
She kissed her aunt goodbye and grabbed her backpack, walking out the door a moment later. She walked down the street once, then headed back to the house, throwing her backpack into a bush, where it wouldn't be found till later the day when her uncle returned home to do some yard work. She then ran to the bus stop, waiting for a local transportation bus to stop.
After fifteen minutes of leaning against the pole and reciting her math tables, the bus finally came. She walked on as the door opened, putting money in the small tube at the front before finding a seat at the back. Sitting by a window, she looked out at the houses and cried silently, which was one of her favorite things to do when something tragic happened to her or her family.
Ten minutes went by.then thirty.She even counted the minutes. An hour flew by quickly and she soon arrived at her destination. Rebecca exited the bus promptly, thanking the driver. To her left were rows of shopping malls and to her right was the train station, her goal.
"Well, I'm walkin' down this track, I've got tears in my eyes, Tryin' to read a letter from my home."
She stopped to get the next train to Texas, paying quickly for the ticket. She sat down in the lobby, knowing that she had two hours to wait for the train she wanted to arrive. Her stomach churned, telling her that she was doing something wrong, although she didn't listen to the feeling. What she was doing was too important.
Rebecca had stopped crying now, since there were no more tears to cry. She looked around carefully, watching the random trains stop and go by from a far window. From an overhead speaker, music played, although the song that she heard was less than desirable. She blocked the tune out immediately, ignoring the constant language that occurred.
"And if this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night, 'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home."
Time ticked by slowly, the two hours seemed to last forever. But finally, the right train pulled to a halt outside the lobby, a loud whistle echoing through the building. Rebecca pushed herself up and boarded the train promptly, handing her ticket to the coach attendant at the door. She sat down by a window, and after a few minutes had rolled by, a second whistle sounded, which was followed by one more. The train's engine huffed and then started to inch forward, gaining speed quickly.
Rebecca watched as trees and buildings flew by. But she had a distinct feeling of being watched, which she didn't deny. Her blue eyes wandered and she noticed a familiar shadow that didn't fit in with the background. She frowned but decided not to heed the shadow, having a good sense of what it could be.
"Well, this train that I rode on, It's one hundred coaches long. You can hear the whistle sound for miles."
Somewhere between ten and eleven o'clock, she managed to fall asleep. She didn't dream so her nap was undisturbed. But in her sleep, she mind felt a clawed hand touch her shoulder gently. The girl didn't wake up, however. She remained still, her breathing slow and peaceful for the meantime.
"And if this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home"
"If my love bids me stay; I will never go away. Nearby I will always want to be, want to be."
"And if this train runs me right, I'll be home tomorrow night, 'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home."
"Nine hundred miles. Nine hundred miles."
Rebecca didn't realize that she'd sleep so long. It was now about nine o'clock that night and she had slept all through the morning and afternoon. She blinked sleep from her eyes slowly, looking about as if she didn't remember where she was. But after a minute or two, her mind began to recollect the events that had happened before. Then she thought, Only twenty-four more hours and I'll be home.
She thought about the letter her dad had sent her and fished it out of her pocket, another place where she kept "valuable" items. She read over it several times, rekindling the pain and sorrow. She sighed and thought to herself, I can't believe this could happen to me. Why me? The girl sighed again, rubbing at her eyes to keep from crying.
The blonde child jerked from her seat as a sudden shake rocked the coach she was in, along with all the other train coaches. She let out a huff as her chest made contact with the chair in front of her. Slightly dizzy, she realized that the train had come to an abrupt halt. The intercom above the people's head clicked on and a voice with static explained, "We are sorry for this interruption but we are having some brief difficulties. We will be towed to the closest station for repairs.
Several people gasped while some groaned, including Rebecca. She sat back and stared out the window, her eyes widening. I should have known, she thought to herself. She was almost positive she saw the faint figure of a tall humanoid dash through the trees, hidden with a brown and green hue. Rebecca rolled her eyes and stood up, pushing her window out and wiggling through the opening; she was skinny enough to get through. Before anyone could notice or make any word of it, Rebecca hopped down to the ground and brushed past the trees.
She ignored the low, small branches that snapped in her face as she ran through the trees. She managed to only get minor scratches, although a few began to bleed onto her skin. She ignored those scratches, only until one scrape on her brow bled into her right eye. She slowed and stopped amid the green foliage and shrubbery. Tears welled in her eyes and she wiped at them, her hands wet with tears and traces of blood. Her vision was blurry so all she could do was stumbled through the undergrowth, tripping here and there until she came to a stop.
"Who's there?" she called, her ears picking out movement around her. A dry chuckle was her only answer and she growled in anger. She had a good hint to who was there. "Aasim, why did you stop the train?" she asked lowly, awaiting a reply, although she faced only silence. She growled again, which was unnatural for her, but this time louder. "I know your game, Aasim, and I know your handiwork," Rebecca called out again. She rubbed her eyes, squinting uselessly, trying to see better; the blood with interfering with her vision and just couldn't be scrubbed away.
Rebecca sighed and turned on her heel, only to be surprised by a firm hand grapping her arm tightly from behind her. She twisted around, wrenching her arm out of the grasp of the hand, and made out the familiar figure that was in front of her now, although her vision was still limited. "What do you want?" she hissed at Aasim in the alien language.
Aasim chuckled once again, giving her a faint chill because of the hint of evil in it. "You left too soon, girl. We still have a job for you to do," he hissed back, a little too calmly. He reached out to her and wiped a trickle of blood from her eye. She shivered and took a step back, pushing away the clawed hand. "You're afraid of me now?" he asked slyly, with a surplus of sureness.
The shrill blast of the train whistled echoed through the air at that time and Rebecca cursed under her breath, realizing that the train would soon leave, and without her, too. She wanted to turn but Aasim's dark eyes beckoned her to stay, and she was partially hypnotized, frozen in place. Another whistle sounded and she heard the train start to move, the sound snapping her out of the frozen state. She cursed again and turned quickly, dashing off through the trees again, but with Aasim close behind.
As she rounded the final corner, she skidded to a stop, tripping over as her foot got caught on the railed track. She stood, dazed, watching the train run away in the distance. There goes my ride, she thought. With a sigh of frustration, she turned as Aasim walked up next to her. "There went your ride," he said coyly, pointing in the direction of the train. She glared at him, realizing that he had read her mind.
"I swear, I'll kill you one day," she hissed venomously to him. "I swear I will," she spat. Rebecca blinked several times now that her vision was becoming clearer. She sniffed slightly and walked sluggishly into the belt of trees, not paying any attention to where she was going. Aasim followed behind her, watching as she stumbled hopelessly through the foliage as she did before.
She entered a small clearing, like the one in the crops in Pennsylvania. She wondered silently where she was at that time, since she had no clue whatsoever. The girl looked up into the black sky, finding it cloudy, with no stars at all. She sighed and slumped down on the ground. "So," she started dryly, "where do I go now, oh brilliant one?" she asked Aasim sarcastically, rolling her eyes dramatically at him.
His answer was simple. "You come with me and complete your job."
"Why should I do that?"
"Because I said so," he said with a smile. Rebecca broke out laughing, something she felt like she would never do again. She laughed so hard that tears flowed steadily from her eyes and she cackled with delight at her display, only causing herself to laugh even more. It took her minute or two to gather control over her self again, and she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Aasim chuckled with her, his genuine smile widening. "It's good to hear you laugh again, Rebecca," he said gently. She smiled at him and wiped her tears away, although she wasn't even slightly embarrassed.
"Thanks," she whispered. "It helps when you have a friend that'll make you smile. Friends like that are hard to find."
"I thought I wasn't one of your friends," Aasim commented.
"Your on my 'alien friend' list."