The Last Invasion
Marian
* Warning * A bit graphic and much violence. If you didn't like the last chapter, I don't recommend reading this one!
He groaned, a noise that echoed through the darkness he was engulfed in. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid to look at the world, feeling safe within the unconscious world he was submerged in. Here there wasn't pain, but he knew, just knew, there would be unbearable pain the moment he awoke.
Damn, just woke up. Now, here came the pain. It washed over him like tidal waves, worse with each one, building up until he was forced to open his eyes. He was staring at pavement, nose pressed against it, apparently lying flat on his stomach. There was a bad taste in his mouth, a lot like salt. He rolled onto his side; a movement to fast for his sick body, and promptly threw up.
"That's just disgusting," he spat, wiping at his mouth but wincing. Gingerly, he touched his lip and found it split open in a nasty gash, dried blood caking it. His hand traveled quickly over the rest of his face, feeling large bruises and cuts there as well. Without bothering to check, he knew the rest of his body was covered in them too. Now of answering the raised question of: how did he get so beat up?
Then the memories returned, flashing across his mind like lightning. Borders. Parking lot. Pain on the neck, then blacking out. Then waking up here, in the Borders parking lot. He frowned, his brows furrowing in concentration. No, he had forgotten something in between blacking out and waking up. It felt like a dream, more like a nightmare, but now he was beginning to worry it was real . . .
He opened his eyes stiffly, feeling them loll around a few times before finally coming into focus. He blinked several times, not believing the surroundings he was in and wondering how he got here. He was propped up against a cement wall, staring down a set of stairs, crumbled and decaying. It looked like a stair well in a parking deck.
He pushed against the wall to stand up, but realized his body had not responded. He tried to move his legs, no response. Same with his legs and torso. The only thing that responded was from his neck above. He cursed several times until a door beside him creaked open.
A young girl emerged, perhaps his age if not a few years older. She was a knock out, standing a head shorter than he was, but a full figure clad in clothes that accented her every female aspect. Her blonde hair was pulled back from her tanned face, but a few stubborn strands framed the sides, falling into her dark eyes that were fixated on his face. He was hit with a feeling of déjà vu, but ignored it. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to be able to move. Instead, he flashed his most charming smile as the girl walked over to him, squatting beside him.
He looked at her, surprised by the cold edge in her eyes. "Do you know where you are?" she asked while roughly grabbing his head, twisting to inspect his neck. He flinched and bit his lip to keep from crying out from the stabbing pain. It felt like all his numbing sickness was concentrated on that spot, at the nape of his neck. "No, is it your house?" He asked with a bit too much hopefulness. Sure, it was odd for her to have a cement staircase in her house, but he didn't mind as long as he got to be with her.
She seemed to be ignoring him, jabbing a finger at the concentrated spot of pain. This time he couldn't bite back a cry and a curse, his eyes squeezing shut against the tidal wave of torment. The girl's head cocked as she leaned him back against the wall, studying his eyes, "Do you know who you are?"
"Yeah, I'm Zeke. And you are?"
"Marian."
"Pretty name, Marian. The pleasure is certainly mine."
"Cut the crap, human." She snapped, the cold edge creeping back into her eyes. Zeke frowned, the word human echoing through his mind. Either he got a hit on the head harder than he thought, and people went around calling each other 'human' or.
"Oh my god. You aren't, uh, are you?" A smile appeared on Marian's face, a cruel look that he didn't like one bit. Suddenly the urge to be at her house left him, wishing now he was anywhere but here. She patted his head and straightened up, "Not to bad. You're much quicker than your other friend, Zeke." She spat out the last word, looking down at him.
Zeke searched his mind desperately for who she might mean by other friend. Casey, oh no. "Where is he? Did you hurt him?" he demanded, shooting a glare up at her. She ignored him as she moved around to stand in front of him, "The other one is indisposed."
"Indisposed?"
"He's answering the questions I'm about to ask you." She replied quickly with a glare of impatience, "Now tell me where Riva is and I'll let you see him." Her voice was as casual as an everyday conversation, but her eyes were intensely locked onto his. Zeke narrowed his eyes, replying with a snarl, "You want to kill her, don't you? You're mad she got away and is helping us." Marian's face tilted to one side, "So she is helping you, then."
Zeke silently cursed himself several times. "Why don't you just make me one of your hosts and extract the information?" he snapped, watching warily as she got on her knees, starting to climb up his legs. He grunted as she landed roughly in his lap, slender legs wrapping around his waist. Oh why did they always have to be an alien? He wondered to himself as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Because it might destroy you in the process, Zeke, especially if you resist. And I have something much better in store for you than to have your memories ripped out."
Her breath was hot and clammy against his ear and throat, but sending chills up and down his spine. Maybe it was her cruel, hard tone of voice. He felt her nibble his earlobe, adjusting herself on his lap, "Now tell me Zekey, where is she? I want to know so bad." A manicured finger traced its way from his cheek down his chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps. He fought every hormone in his body as he croaked out, "I won't tell you Marian."
"Are you sure, Zeke? Do you want to be on my bad side?" The sultry, sexy tone began to leave her voice, replaced with the cold one. Gritting his teeth, the boy replied shortly, "Yes." Marian gave a brisk nod, and then shifted her weight so that it was now her knee digging into his lap. He gasped, eyes bulging, a string of curses following. Marian traced her fingers over his face, "You see, you are going to tell me where Riva is, Zeke. Even if it means I have to do it the fun way, but I enjoy it so much more that way."
Her knee pressed harder until it pulled a yell from his throat, and then slowly, painfully let up on the pressure. Zeke fought back the burning tears that sprang to his eyes as Marian eased herself up. "Another chance, human," she warned, a slow smirk crossing her dazzling features. She stood and slapped him with the back of her hand, "Take it fool!" With each word she hit him across the face, until blood spilled from several gashes on his face.
The boy pressed his lips together tightly, afraid he might scream more than give up Riva's location. Marian's hand wrapped tightly around his hair to yank his head up so he was forced to look into her eyes, "Just tell me where Riva is, and you can leave."
He shook his head, determined now, "No." She smiled sweetly, then pressed her lips tightly against his, pulling away slowly, lingering. "Last chance, Zeke," she whispered, searching his face carefully. She didn't like what she saw.
"Fuck off."
Marian nodded, "Very well." One hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt, the other grabbing a tuft of hair. He was yanked roughly onto unsteady legs, but wasn't given the chance to find his balance before being hurled down the cement stairs. He felt each step with a jarring thud, which rattled his entire body. Slamming into the wall, his rolling was stopped as his head cracked against the cold ground. Zeke slowly lifted his head with a moan, seeing a blurred vision of Marian descending the stairs towards him.
In the back of his mind he registered screaming, but it wasn't him screaming. Or Marian. It echoed through the stairwell, reverting endlessly. Marian sat beside him as she listened to the sound of the screams, as if it were beautiful music. She smiled down at him, "It seems Casey wasn't willing to talk either." Her arm began to twist and melt away to reveal a long tentacle dripping in green slime. Zeke barely had time to recoil before she jabbed the needle-like end into his neck and everything faded away . . .
It had all seemed like a dream, maybe caused by a really bad hangover. Somehow, Zeke couldn't quite convince himself of that. Sighing, he shoved himself up to his knees, scanning the empty parking lot. A neon sign flicked above him, advertising the location of the Borders bookstore. His car was he left it, undisturbed, except for a lump lying beside it. He staggered to his feet, leaning against the brick wall until he found his balance enough to stumble over to the heap.
"Oh my god," he whispered as he stared down at Casey. His arm hung at an unnatural angle, his face pale, breath coming in short gasps. Beside him was a broken cell phone, broken neatly into two halves. Zeke cursed and squatted next to his friend, finding a pulse before carefully loading the boy into the passenger side of his car and driving off at high speeds.
A.N: Yeah, a bit graphic like I warned. Not so much as a cliffhanger, yay, right? And look, Zeke lives! For now. . . mwhaha. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you enjoyed!
Marian
* Warning * A bit graphic and much violence. If you didn't like the last chapter, I don't recommend reading this one!
He groaned, a noise that echoed through the darkness he was engulfed in. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid to look at the world, feeling safe within the unconscious world he was submerged in. Here there wasn't pain, but he knew, just knew, there would be unbearable pain the moment he awoke.
Damn, just woke up. Now, here came the pain. It washed over him like tidal waves, worse with each one, building up until he was forced to open his eyes. He was staring at pavement, nose pressed against it, apparently lying flat on his stomach. There was a bad taste in his mouth, a lot like salt. He rolled onto his side; a movement to fast for his sick body, and promptly threw up.
"That's just disgusting," he spat, wiping at his mouth but wincing. Gingerly, he touched his lip and found it split open in a nasty gash, dried blood caking it. His hand traveled quickly over the rest of his face, feeling large bruises and cuts there as well. Without bothering to check, he knew the rest of his body was covered in them too. Now of answering the raised question of: how did he get so beat up?
Then the memories returned, flashing across his mind like lightning. Borders. Parking lot. Pain on the neck, then blacking out. Then waking up here, in the Borders parking lot. He frowned, his brows furrowing in concentration. No, he had forgotten something in between blacking out and waking up. It felt like a dream, more like a nightmare, but now he was beginning to worry it was real . . .
He opened his eyes stiffly, feeling them loll around a few times before finally coming into focus. He blinked several times, not believing the surroundings he was in and wondering how he got here. He was propped up against a cement wall, staring down a set of stairs, crumbled and decaying. It looked like a stair well in a parking deck.
He pushed against the wall to stand up, but realized his body had not responded. He tried to move his legs, no response. Same with his legs and torso. The only thing that responded was from his neck above. He cursed several times until a door beside him creaked open.
A young girl emerged, perhaps his age if not a few years older. She was a knock out, standing a head shorter than he was, but a full figure clad in clothes that accented her every female aspect. Her blonde hair was pulled back from her tanned face, but a few stubborn strands framed the sides, falling into her dark eyes that were fixated on his face. He was hit with a feeling of déjà vu, but ignored it. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to be able to move. Instead, he flashed his most charming smile as the girl walked over to him, squatting beside him.
He looked at her, surprised by the cold edge in her eyes. "Do you know where you are?" she asked while roughly grabbing his head, twisting to inspect his neck. He flinched and bit his lip to keep from crying out from the stabbing pain. It felt like all his numbing sickness was concentrated on that spot, at the nape of his neck. "No, is it your house?" He asked with a bit too much hopefulness. Sure, it was odd for her to have a cement staircase in her house, but he didn't mind as long as he got to be with her.
She seemed to be ignoring him, jabbing a finger at the concentrated spot of pain. This time he couldn't bite back a cry and a curse, his eyes squeezing shut against the tidal wave of torment. The girl's head cocked as she leaned him back against the wall, studying his eyes, "Do you know who you are?"
"Yeah, I'm Zeke. And you are?"
"Marian."
"Pretty name, Marian. The pleasure is certainly mine."
"Cut the crap, human." She snapped, the cold edge creeping back into her eyes. Zeke frowned, the word human echoing through his mind. Either he got a hit on the head harder than he thought, and people went around calling each other 'human' or.
"Oh my god. You aren't, uh, are you?" A smile appeared on Marian's face, a cruel look that he didn't like one bit. Suddenly the urge to be at her house left him, wishing now he was anywhere but here. She patted his head and straightened up, "Not to bad. You're much quicker than your other friend, Zeke." She spat out the last word, looking down at him.
Zeke searched his mind desperately for who she might mean by other friend. Casey, oh no. "Where is he? Did you hurt him?" he demanded, shooting a glare up at her. She ignored him as she moved around to stand in front of him, "The other one is indisposed."
"Indisposed?"
"He's answering the questions I'm about to ask you." She replied quickly with a glare of impatience, "Now tell me where Riva is and I'll let you see him." Her voice was as casual as an everyday conversation, but her eyes were intensely locked onto his. Zeke narrowed his eyes, replying with a snarl, "You want to kill her, don't you? You're mad she got away and is helping us." Marian's face tilted to one side, "So she is helping you, then."
Zeke silently cursed himself several times. "Why don't you just make me one of your hosts and extract the information?" he snapped, watching warily as she got on her knees, starting to climb up his legs. He grunted as she landed roughly in his lap, slender legs wrapping around his waist. Oh why did they always have to be an alien? He wondered to himself as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Because it might destroy you in the process, Zeke, especially if you resist. And I have something much better in store for you than to have your memories ripped out."
Her breath was hot and clammy against his ear and throat, but sending chills up and down his spine. Maybe it was her cruel, hard tone of voice. He felt her nibble his earlobe, adjusting herself on his lap, "Now tell me Zekey, where is she? I want to know so bad." A manicured finger traced its way from his cheek down his chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps. He fought every hormone in his body as he croaked out, "I won't tell you Marian."
"Are you sure, Zeke? Do you want to be on my bad side?" The sultry, sexy tone began to leave her voice, replaced with the cold one. Gritting his teeth, the boy replied shortly, "Yes." Marian gave a brisk nod, and then shifted her weight so that it was now her knee digging into his lap. He gasped, eyes bulging, a string of curses following. Marian traced her fingers over his face, "You see, you are going to tell me where Riva is, Zeke. Even if it means I have to do it the fun way, but I enjoy it so much more that way."
Her knee pressed harder until it pulled a yell from his throat, and then slowly, painfully let up on the pressure. Zeke fought back the burning tears that sprang to his eyes as Marian eased herself up. "Another chance, human," she warned, a slow smirk crossing her dazzling features. She stood and slapped him with the back of her hand, "Take it fool!" With each word she hit him across the face, until blood spilled from several gashes on his face.
The boy pressed his lips together tightly, afraid he might scream more than give up Riva's location. Marian's hand wrapped tightly around his hair to yank his head up so he was forced to look into her eyes, "Just tell me where Riva is, and you can leave."
He shook his head, determined now, "No." She smiled sweetly, then pressed her lips tightly against his, pulling away slowly, lingering. "Last chance, Zeke," she whispered, searching his face carefully. She didn't like what she saw.
"Fuck off."
Marian nodded, "Very well." One hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt, the other grabbing a tuft of hair. He was yanked roughly onto unsteady legs, but wasn't given the chance to find his balance before being hurled down the cement stairs. He felt each step with a jarring thud, which rattled his entire body. Slamming into the wall, his rolling was stopped as his head cracked against the cold ground. Zeke slowly lifted his head with a moan, seeing a blurred vision of Marian descending the stairs towards him.
In the back of his mind he registered screaming, but it wasn't him screaming. Or Marian. It echoed through the stairwell, reverting endlessly. Marian sat beside him as she listened to the sound of the screams, as if it were beautiful music. She smiled down at him, "It seems Casey wasn't willing to talk either." Her arm began to twist and melt away to reveal a long tentacle dripping in green slime. Zeke barely had time to recoil before she jabbed the needle-like end into his neck and everything faded away . . .
It had all seemed like a dream, maybe caused by a really bad hangover. Somehow, Zeke couldn't quite convince himself of that. Sighing, he shoved himself up to his knees, scanning the empty parking lot. A neon sign flicked above him, advertising the location of the Borders bookstore. His car was he left it, undisturbed, except for a lump lying beside it. He staggered to his feet, leaning against the brick wall until he found his balance enough to stumble over to the heap.
"Oh my god," he whispered as he stared down at Casey. His arm hung at an unnatural angle, his face pale, breath coming in short gasps. Beside him was a broken cell phone, broken neatly into two halves. Zeke cursed and squatted next to his friend, finding a pulse before carefully loading the boy into the passenger side of his car and driving off at high speeds.
A.N: Yeah, a bit graphic like I warned. Not so much as a cliffhanger, yay, right? And look, Zeke lives! For now. . . mwhaha. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you enjoyed!