Ack - sorry about the lack of spacing on the first chapter - I was working
on a strange computer.
Anyway, this new chapter is longer and more involved. Even though this is
humor, it is not supposed to make you laugh right away.
Disclaimer: I do not own Signs. The alien, Raknok, is my own invented character, along with his son and others.
Raknok woke with a violent jolt. It was a dream. He was not dead and left to rot on the rock mountains of his home planet, he was alive and in his chamber on the invasion craft. He took a look around, peeked through the arched doorway to see his son playing on his hologame system.
A shudder.
He cannot erase what he did. He cannot go back in time to that place.
He sunk back onto his hard cot and closed his great eyes. A small moan left his nonexistent lips as he pulled the heavy sheet over his shivering body covered with only his black, form-fitting bodysuit..
Just a few more hours.
He drifted back into a nightmared sleep, with the thought of death galloping around the wrinkles and passages in his mind.
*** He was awoken by a soft whimper. It was a sound rarely heard in the military to which Raknok belonged, it was made only by young children. Realizing it was his son, he sat up quickly to see his tiny son in front of him, his hands covered in white pus. Raknok sighed and lifted his son onto his lap while grabbing a cloth from the bed side table. Gently, he wiped away the thick pus that was flowing out of the slits in his son's wrists.
"I'm a gonna die, poppa?" he squeaked.
Raknok looked down at his son. His young son was a much lighter color than himself; he almost looked neon green. His eyes were a bright purple, and sensitive to sunlight. He had yet to master blending into his surroundings, which his peers often tensed him about.
"No," Raknok said lovingly. "it's normal. It happens to every boy - it's a sign that you are growing. " Young Rarknak cuddled up against his father, holding his wrists close. He had heard about his friends going through a lot a pain before their stingers came in, but afterwards it was well worth it. "Will I be able to hunt after this poppa?"
A wave of grief
"Perhaps, son."
/I can't tell him. How can I tell him?/
"Poppa?"
.
"What's wrong, poppa."
Jolt
"I have to see the commander soon love."
/please don't ask why./
"Why?"
/shit/
"I.I was foolish."
Rarknak gasped and his marble eyes went wide. Foolish? When he did foolish things with his friends, he was always punished harshly. What would happen to his father?
"Poppa.wh.what happened?"
"This expedition for new resources might be cut short."
."because of you?"
"Yes, son."
Rarknak didn't want to hear anymore. He buried his head in his father's chest and tried to make himself as small as possible.
Oh, sorry this ends so abrubtly, I'm being pushed out of the computer lab.
Disclaimer: I do not own Signs. The alien, Raknok, is my own invented character, along with his son and others.
Raknok woke with a violent jolt. It was a dream. He was not dead and left to rot on the rock mountains of his home planet, he was alive and in his chamber on the invasion craft. He took a look around, peeked through the arched doorway to see his son playing on his hologame system.
A shudder.
He cannot erase what he did. He cannot go back in time to that place.
He sunk back onto his hard cot and closed his great eyes. A small moan left his nonexistent lips as he pulled the heavy sheet over his shivering body covered with only his black, form-fitting bodysuit..
Just a few more hours.
He drifted back into a nightmared sleep, with the thought of death galloping around the wrinkles and passages in his mind.
*** He was awoken by a soft whimper. It was a sound rarely heard in the military to which Raknok belonged, it was made only by young children. Realizing it was his son, he sat up quickly to see his tiny son in front of him, his hands covered in white pus. Raknok sighed and lifted his son onto his lap while grabbing a cloth from the bed side table. Gently, he wiped away the thick pus that was flowing out of the slits in his son's wrists.
"I'm a gonna die, poppa?" he squeaked.
Raknok looked down at his son. His young son was a much lighter color than himself; he almost looked neon green. His eyes were a bright purple, and sensitive to sunlight. He had yet to master blending into his surroundings, which his peers often tensed him about.
"No," Raknok said lovingly. "it's normal. It happens to every boy - it's a sign that you are growing. " Young Rarknak cuddled up against his father, holding his wrists close. He had heard about his friends going through a lot a pain before their stingers came in, but afterwards it was well worth it. "Will I be able to hunt after this poppa?"
A wave of grief
"Perhaps, son."
/I can't tell him. How can I tell him?/
"Poppa?"
.
"What's wrong, poppa."
Jolt
"I have to see the commander soon love."
/please don't ask why./
"Why?"
/shit/
"I.I was foolish."
Rarknak gasped and his marble eyes went wide. Foolish? When he did foolish things with his friends, he was always punished harshly. What would happen to his father?
"Poppa.wh.what happened?"
"This expedition for new resources might be cut short."
."because of you?"
"Yes, son."
Rarknak didn't want to hear anymore. He buried his head in his father's chest and tried to make himself as small as possible.
Oh, sorry this ends so abrubtly, I'm being pushed out of the computer lab.