Okay. I don't own anything that has to do with the movie "Signs." Can't say
how much I wish I did though. It's a great movie. So that's my disclaimer
and that's all I'm saying. Man that was depressing.
Chapter 1 The Beginning of the Story, the End of My Life
So, here I am, lying on the floor of this stupid human's house, dying. Who'd a thunk it? I mean, I was the friggin' leader of this mission until mister You're-Wounded-So-You-Have-To-Stay-Behind took over my job and left me here.
Wounded? Wounded my color changing ass! Forgive my human French, but I lost two fingers! Less than two fingers really. More like one and two-thirds. That was nothing compared to how things have turned out now. Well, it was a little painful when it happened, with that whole metal blade through my hand and all.........
But that's not the point. The point is that if that puffed up power hungry Pratt hadn't been after my job, I wouldn't have beaten by a stick of wood and drowned in pure poison!!! Heck, we wouldn't even have had to come here if it hadn't been for that high on life and everything else son of his...........
But hey, you have no idea what I', talking about, so why am I going on about it to you? Then again.......it would be cool to go out with a bang, rather than just some gurglechokesplutterdie thing without anyone out there really knowing what happened. What really happened, I mean. So I'll tell you the story. I'll tell you what really happened. And then you can be on my side! Er..........I mean, you can decide for yourself who was the real victim in all of this.
Well, that's the beginning. I know its short, but it's just the beginning. I'll keep going if I get reviews, which I hope I do, because this story will be really fun to write. By the way, our hero alien is a guy, just so you know.
Please read and review. Let me know what you think!
Chapter 1 The Beginning of the Story, the End of My Life
So, here I am, lying on the floor of this stupid human's house, dying. Who'd a thunk it? I mean, I was the friggin' leader of this mission until mister You're-Wounded-So-You-Have-To-Stay-Behind took over my job and left me here.
Wounded? Wounded my color changing ass! Forgive my human French, but I lost two fingers! Less than two fingers really. More like one and two-thirds. That was nothing compared to how things have turned out now. Well, it was a little painful when it happened, with that whole metal blade through my hand and all.........
But that's not the point. The point is that if that puffed up power hungry Pratt hadn't been after my job, I wouldn't have beaten by a stick of wood and drowned in pure poison!!! Heck, we wouldn't even have had to come here if it hadn't been for that high on life and everything else son of his...........
But hey, you have no idea what I', talking about, so why am I going on about it to you? Then again.......it would be cool to go out with a bang, rather than just some gurglechokesplutterdie thing without anyone out there really knowing what happened. What really happened, I mean. So I'll tell you the story. I'll tell you what really happened. And then you can be on my side! Er..........I mean, you can decide for yourself who was the real victim in all of this.
Well, that's the beginning. I know its short, but it's just the beginning. I'll keep going if I get reviews, which I hope I do, because this story will be really fun to write. By the way, our hero alien is a guy, just so you know.
Please read and review. Let me know what you think!