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Waking up slowly, Morgan found that his vision was blurry and he felt disoriented. Trying to move, he realized that he had been tied up and was lying on a hard, concrete floor. Looking around him, he saw that he was in his own basement.
"Bo? Where are you?" he called out.
Instead of her voice, Morgan heard a clicking sound and he turned his face sharply to one side and gasped when he saw the alien version of Ayanna stand over him. Gasping, Morgan struggled to move to the left so he could get as far away from the thing as possible, but he could go only so far and Ayanna began laughing in a high cold voice.
"I don't think you can get far, my friend," she said coldly.
"What did you do with my sister?" Morgan growled, "if you have done anything to her, I swear I'll kill you."
"Such bold and noble words, but your sister is safe and sound, but she's tied up as well," Ayanna said.
"In what part of the house?" Morgan demanded.
Ayanna shrugged. "Oh, across the room from you, but she's still knocked out cold. I believe I have done a favor for your father by doing this."
"So you have done something to my father! I knew it! I knew he wasn't himself since I came back, and now that I think about it, you were probably doing something to him while I was at college because I never heard from him nor my sister or uncle Merrill…as a matter of fact, where are they?" Morgan all but shouted.
"That, I don't know," Ayanna's face suddenly turned sour, "but I'm sure you know where they are. Can you tell me that, earthling?"
"I don't know where they are," Morgan said truthfully. Someone please, help me.
"You're a liar!" Ayanna hissed, "now tell me, where are they?"
"I'm telling you, I don't know!" Morgan all but yelled, "How many times do I have to tell you?"
Silence followed Morgan's bursting out and all he could hear was Ayanna pacing around and clicking a strange sound, perhaps her own language. This was just great, Morgan thought, tied up in the basement of your own house waiting to die any second by some alien from outer space. This certainly looked to be something from a horror movie.
Finally Ayanna stopped pacing and stared at Morgan. "I'll be going upstairs to look for your family, to see if you are telling the truth. And you better hope I find them, or the consequences will be dire."
Morgan watched as Ayanna climbed up the stairs with a panicking and sinking heart. This was it, she wasn't going to find his dad and uncle and then she was going to come back down here and kill him and his sister off with no thought whatsoever.
"Morgan?" a small voice said across the room.
"Bo!" Morgan croaked in relief, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, but I'm tied up and I can't but I can barely move. Morgan, I'm scared," Bo cried.
"Don't worry, Bo. I'm scared, too, but we're going to have to be strong, for dad and Uncle Merrill. Do you understand that? Be strong, Bo," Morgan said, trying to reassure his sister as well as himself.
"What are we going to do, Morgan? We can't just sit here why she goes on a rampage to find everybody," Bo said, panic showing through in her voice.
"We'll find a way." Morgan fell silent for several moments, thinking desperately. He had to do something. Suddenly he had an idea. "Bo, do you think you could crawl over to where I am? Dad's old axe is over here and we might be able to get free."
"I'll try." Morgan suddenly heard her scuffling with her body towards him. As she was crawling over, Morgan slowly sat up and turned around so his feet were next to the axe. This had better work.
Pulling his feet apart as much as he could, Morgan lowered the small strip down of rope on the axe and began pushing his feet against the axe. After ten painful minutes, the rope broke free and Morgan dropped his feet in relief. By this time, Bo had managed to worm her way over to where Morgan was.
Sitting up, Morgan wiped his brow with the sleeve of his shirt. This was a lot harder work than he had anticipated. Looking at Bo, he gave her an encouraging smile as if that would help her calm down.
"I think if I can get my hands free, I will be able to untie you, Bo," Morgan said.
Bo nodded. "Do you think I could try? I can still move my hands a little bit. I could untie you and then you'll be able to untie me."
Morgan nodded. "If you wish." He held out his hands and Bo slowly began to untie the tight knot.
Another fifteen minutes passed before Bo finally got Morgan's hands free. Sighing with relief, Morgan rubbed his hands gingerly.
"Those surely were painful," Morgan commented. "I'm certainly glad I won't ever be arrested."
"Yes, but could you please untie me? I don't think my blood's circulating to my hands or feet," Bo complained.
"Oh, right." Morgan reached for Bo's hands and quickly began untying his sister. Not long afterwards he had her completely untied—hands and feet.
The two of them stood up and stretched. It was so nice to stand up straight and not be cramped up on the floor. In the future Morgan would dread going into the basement, or lying on the floor in long periods of time.
"Right, we have to go upstairs now and we have to be careful to not make any sounds, in case Ayanna's up there, waiting for us," Morgan said in a low tone.
Bo nodded and grabbed Morgan's hand, squeezing it tight in fear. Morgan nodded in satisfaction and the two of them headed upstairs. The two of them quietly searched the upstairs rooms and the kitchen. Nobody was there.
"Where is everybody?" Bo whispered.
Morgan didn't answer. He was wondering the exact same thing. Turning towards the door, Morgan suddenly jumped in surprise. His father was standing in the doorway. Morgan nearly sighed with relief. Maybe he'd be able to help them find Ayanna.
"Dad, Ayanna's an alien, we have to find her and dispose of her quickly before she harms us or anybody else," Morgan exclaimed.
But Graham didn't speak. He was staring past them as if he was in a trance. Morgan looked at him, confused.
"Dad, what's wrong? What are you looking at?" Morgan demanded.
"Morgan," Bo said in a fearful voice, "Turn around."
Morgan felt a sudden fear as he turned slowly around. All his worst fears had come true. Ayanna was in the room and had stepped out of her disguise. She had come to finish off her prey.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry I haven't had the time to update this story. I just got impatient with it and lost my inspiration for it. But as I have a feeling there's only going to be a couple more chapters or so for this story, I'll probably be finishing it up in the next week or so, if that pleases you. Thanks all for who have been patient with me while working on this story—I don't know if I'll be writing any more Signs stories, but if I do, I'm sure you'll all know in some way or fashion. Thanks again for all those who've reviewed and I'll try to update the story in a couple of days or so.