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"So how's it going at college, Morgan?" Merrill asked in between bites at the restaurant.
Morgan pushed his plate away as he answered. "Yeah, it's alright. Not what I would expect it to be, but close enough."
"But then again, you were always the brain growing up," Graham said, smiling slightly.
"Do you still believe in aliens?" Merrill asked.
The whole family suddenly went tense. Morgan looked around at his family. Merrill was picking at his food, Bo was watching Morgan expectantly, and Graham was staring determinately at the tablemat.
"Yes, I do. I mean, that one time still burned vividly in my memory. It has in everybody's in the world and it's not going to disappear in a hurry. And we need to be prepared for when the next invasion comes, whenever that may be," Morgan answered carefully. "Why do you ask?"
Merrill shook his head. "I was just wondering."
"If you ask my opinion, I believe they don't exist," Graham said stiffly.
Morgan stared at his father in shock. How could he just sit there and say that when they had seen it with their own eyes that one terrifying night when nobody was sure if they'd survive until morning.
"How can you say something like that, dad?" Morgan asked, horrified. "You saw them that night, there's no denying it."
"Ayanna says the aliens were only a figment of our imaginations and that everybody cracked under the strain of everyday lives. We're stressed and everybody's hallucinating," Graham exclaimed.
"Dad...me almost dying from a asthma attack wasn't a figment of anybody's imagination. Me almost being killed from a green, bug-eyed alien wasn't a figment of the imagination. It was real and you know that, dad. You saw it, everybody did," Morgan said, feeling his breathing quicken up into short breaths again. He pulled his inhaler out and soon his breathing slowed back down to normal. Handy little inhalers, those, though they were quite annoying to carry around. But it was necessary.
"Are you saying that you're disagreeing with me?" Graham asked in a deadly soft voice. Morgan should know the danger signs; he'd seen his father act like this before. But that had only been once when everybody was afraid for his or her own life. But why was Graham acting like this right now? What had happened when Morgan was nine DID indeed happen and nobody could deny that. Something was suspicious about all of this and Morgan couldn't figure it all out.
Morgan stared straight at his father. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. I'm disagreeing with you, dad. Because I know that I'm right and that you can't deny or change any of it and you know it's true."
Graham leaned foreword so he was closer to Morgan's face. "I don't know about you, son, but I think you're making this all up. It never happened, it was a figment of our imagination." Graham straightened up and began cutting his steak. "If I hear about anybody else in this family that's talking about this and saying that it really did exist, then they'll be in trouble."
"But dad, I'm nineteen years old. I'm an adult now, you can't tell me what to do now," Morgan exclaimed angrily.
"You're not an adult yet until you're twenty-one. So keep yourself quiet and enjoy your meal. We're all glad that you're back, Morgan," Graham said.
Morgan ate his dinner, quietly seething at his father. How could he say that kind of stuff? It happened, Morgan knew it did, as well as the rest of the world. And who was this Ayanna woman? Was she behind all this, brainwashing his father so he'd say stuff that wasn't true? Morgan didn't know, but he had to get to the bottom of it all.
An hour later, the Hess family got up and paid for the bill, and then they got into the car and drove quietly home. Nobody seemed to want to talk, afraid that Graham might blow up on them or that Morgan would start arguing. Morgan wouldn't argue if it weren't for Graham acting strange.
After everybody fell asleep, Morgan got up and walked downstairs to the back porch. For what seemed like hours, he stood there, looking out over the cornfield, thinking about nothing in particular. Thoughts of things happening throughout his life went across his mind, the happy moments and the sad moments...him playing baseball, winning a prize for an essay...
Just then, something darted across the backyard at lightening speed and Morgan quickly jumped off the porch and began looking for whatever it was that had just come past here. That was really odd, nothing ever goes that fast, unless it was an alien.
Morgan's stomach lurched. An alien. Did that mean that they had come back again to fight their next battle, the one that when they did come back, the aliens would win? It couldn't be possible, not yet. It wasn't supposed to come until hundreds and thousands of years later, not in Morgan's lifetime.
There was a strange feeling that Morgan was feeling just then. It was as if something was watching him. Stalking him like a cat stalking a mouse and it wasn't a very pleasant feeling.
There was something walking towards Morgan from behind. He forced himself to remain calm, he couldn't panic or whatever it was behind him would instantly attack. He couldn't panic...then suddenly whatever it was grabbed Morgan by the shoulder and he screamed bloody murder. Whatever it had caught him.
A/n: Wasn't the ending that I was intending on...Microsoft Word is evil and had closed me out before I was done typing it up and I didn't feel like typing up everything I had written before, so thus the new ending to the story. Hope you've all enjoyed all the same...by the way, anybody seen The Village yet? I want to go see it and want an opinion on if it's good or not...anyways, happy reading to all.
Midnight Dove- Thanks for reviewing. Yeah I knew Bo was about four in the movie and I figured Morgan to be about nine in the movie. So that makes Morgan and Bo five years apart and thus when I have Morgan as nineteen years old, then that means Bo's fourteen. I hope you honestly didn't think that as Morgan got older, Bo remained at four years old...that's not the way the wheel turns, hon (sorry, I'm in a bad mood as I'm writing this and I'm not really appreciative of people being stupid, not that I'm saying you are or anything...) Please don't take offense and I hope you continue to enjoy the story and I'll try to continue writing before I go on vacation this week.
"So how's it going at college, Morgan?" Merrill asked in between bites at the restaurant.
Morgan pushed his plate away as he answered. "Yeah, it's alright. Not what I would expect it to be, but close enough."
"But then again, you were always the brain growing up," Graham said, smiling slightly.
"Do you still believe in aliens?" Merrill asked.
The whole family suddenly went tense. Morgan looked around at his family. Merrill was picking at his food, Bo was watching Morgan expectantly, and Graham was staring determinately at the tablemat.
"Yes, I do. I mean, that one time still burned vividly in my memory. It has in everybody's in the world and it's not going to disappear in a hurry. And we need to be prepared for when the next invasion comes, whenever that may be," Morgan answered carefully. "Why do you ask?"
Merrill shook his head. "I was just wondering."
"If you ask my opinion, I believe they don't exist," Graham said stiffly.
Morgan stared at his father in shock. How could he just sit there and say that when they had seen it with their own eyes that one terrifying night when nobody was sure if they'd survive until morning.
"How can you say something like that, dad?" Morgan asked, horrified. "You saw them that night, there's no denying it."
"Ayanna says the aliens were only a figment of our imaginations and that everybody cracked under the strain of everyday lives. We're stressed and everybody's hallucinating," Graham exclaimed.
"Dad...me almost dying from a asthma attack wasn't a figment of anybody's imagination. Me almost being killed from a green, bug-eyed alien wasn't a figment of the imagination. It was real and you know that, dad. You saw it, everybody did," Morgan said, feeling his breathing quicken up into short breaths again. He pulled his inhaler out and soon his breathing slowed back down to normal. Handy little inhalers, those, though they were quite annoying to carry around. But it was necessary.
"Are you saying that you're disagreeing with me?" Graham asked in a deadly soft voice. Morgan should know the danger signs; he'd seen his father act like this before. But that had only been once when everybody was afraid for his or her own life. But why was Graham acting like this right now? What had happened when Morgan was nine DID indeed happen and nobody could deny that. Something was suspicious about all of this and Morgan couldn't figure it all out.
Morgan stared straight at his father. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. I'm disagreeing with you, dad. Because I know that I'm right and that you can't deny or change any of it and you know it's true."
Graham leaned foreword so he was closer to Morgan's face. "I don't know about you, son, but I think you're making this all up. It never happened, it was a figment of our imagination." Graham straightened up and began cutting his steak. "If I hear about anybody else in this family that's talking about this and saying that it really did exist, then they'll be in trouble."
"But dad, I'm nineteen years old. I'm an adult now, you can't tell me what to do now," Morgan exclaimed angrily.
"You're not an adult yet until you're twenty-one. So keep yourself quiet and enjoy your meal. We're all glad that you're back, Morgan," Graham said.
Morgan ate his dinner, quietly seething at his father. How could he say that kind of stuff? It happened, Morgan knew it did, as well as the rest of the world. And who was this Ayanna woman? Was she behind all this, brainwashing his father so he'd say stuff that wasn't true? Morgan didn't know, but he had to get to the bottom of it all.
An hour later, the Hess family got up and paid for the bill, and then they got into the car and drove quietly home. Nobody seemed to want to talk, afraid that Graham might blow up on them or that Morgan would start arguing. Morgan wouldn't argue if it weren't for Graham acting strange.
After everybody fell asleep, Morgan got up and walked downstairs to the back porch. For what seemed like hours, he stood there, looking out over the cornfield, thinking about nothing in particular. Thoughts of things happening throughout his life went across his mind, the happy moments and the sad moments...him playing baseball, winning a prize for an essay...
Just then, something darted across the backyard at lightening speed and Morgan quickly jumped off the porch and began looking for whatever it was that had just come past here. That was really odd, nothing ever goes that fast, unless it was an alien.
Morgan's stomach lurched. An alien. Did that mean that they had come back again to fight their next battle, the one that when they did come back, the aliens would win? It couldn't be possible, not yet. It wasn't supposed to come until hundreds and thousands of years later, not in Morgan's lifetime.
There was a strange feeling that Morgan was feeling just then. It was as if something was watching him. Stalking him like a cat stalking a mouse and it wasn't a very pleasant feeling.
There was something walking towards Morgan from behind. He forced himself to remain calm, he couldn't panic or whatever it was behind him would instantly attack. He couldn't panic...then suddenly whatever it was grabbed Morgan by the shoulder and he screamed bloody murder. Whatever it had caught him.
A/n: Wasn't the ending that I was intending on...Microsoft Word is evil and had closed me out before I was done typing it up and I didn't feel like typing up everything I had written before, so thus the new ending to the story. Hope you've all enjoyed all the same...by the way, anybody seen The Village yet? I want to go see it and want an opinion on if it's good or not...anyways, happy reading to all.
Midnight Dove- Thanks for reviewing. Yeah I knew Bo was about four in the movie and I figured Morgan to be about nine in the movie. So that makes Morgan and Bo five years apart and thus when I have Morgan as nineteen years old, then that means Bo's fourteen. I hope you honestly didn't think that as Morgan got older, Bo remained at four years old...that's not the way the wheel turns, hon (sorry, I'm in a bad mood as I'm writing this and I'm not really appreciative of people being stupid, not that I'm saying you are or anything...) Please don't take offense and I hope you continue to enjoy the story and I'll try to continue writing before I go on vacation this week.