My first Signs fic, so please bear with me. Anyway, this will be focusing more on the aliens than anything else, but the Hess Family (yes, that includes Merrill) shall be in this later on. ~~ The private didn't move. He dare not breathe. He tensed all the pigment cells in his body and prayed to the Gods that he wouldn't impulsively blend into the back wall. He really wanted to... "...What...is... this?" The Commander asked. In between his index and middle finger he held a flat circular object. It was tan color, and dotted with what looked like brown rat droppings. "S-she..." "Do NOT stutter in front of me, Private." "Yes, Sir. ... She made it." The Private pointed a long green finger at a little woman in the holding chamber just a few feet away, "That's all she knows how to make." .... "Then WHY did you bring her to me?!" The Commander roared, adding a sharp click at the end, and the Private thought he felt his head spilt. "It's sweet Sir. Try it." /Would he like it?/ The commander took a small bite and moved it around in his mouth, then swallowed. "I hate it," he said plainly, "it's not soft...or spongy... Take that female downstairs and get rid of her. "Y-yes Sir," The Private said softly. He activated the repulsors on the bottom of the glass-like chamber which held the blonde human female, and pushed her downstairs to the incinerators, her plastic "Mrs. Field's Cookies" pin gleaming softly in the overhead ultraviolet lights..... ~~ Confused? Think about the Brazilian Birthday Party... What was there? What did the Aliens REALLY come for? Ahhh, I know it's short, but longer chapter are coming soon.