I don't own WotW. I own Sam and Christy. It's been suggested that I should put this on a soldier's pov, but truth be told, I'm not very good at stuff like that. I know nothing of the military. And I'm a bit hard headed.

We were interrupted by a loud gun shot. We stood up immediatly to see what happened. And we couldn't believe it...

One of the Martians dropped out of his Handling Machine and onto the floor dead. The Martians immediatly stopped what they were doing. In slight panic, they looked around for the source.

Another shot was heard and another Martian dropped dead. The rest stared at their Handling Machines controls and all of them pressed a button.

Suddenly, a glassy sheet bubble thing came up and around where the Martians are seated. There was another shot and hit one Martian who was trying to get in a machine. I quickly reconized him as my sitter. He fell to the ground and have stopped moving.

While some of the Martians retreated into the cylinder, a few went into their crabs. As the giant machines stood up, Christy huddled against me, obviously scared that a stray bullet would hit her. I was feeling the same way.

All of a sudden, we felt someone grab our shirts and pull us up the pit. We screamed and thrash, not knowing what to make of the situation. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

There was a few more shots and one of the bullets struck one of the Handling Machine's legs. The spider like machine was immobilized immediatly. We reached the top and was thrown back into the bushes gently, but still rudely. We stared at the person responsible for all the confusion.

It was some soldier guy. He wasn't anyone I'd seen before. He was wearing a camiflouge suit and was loaded with tons of awesome weaponry. Cool. He had what appeared to be a belt of grenades, which he threw one in the cylinder. A few seconds later, we heard a loud boom and the ground rumbled.

Unfortunatly, the cylinder contained the blast.

After everything calmed down a bit, I looked back to the pit. All the Martians appeared to be dead, save the ones in the crabs, who was looking about. The soldier backed up and hid with us. We all knew that nothing on Earth could bring down a Martian crab machine.

After a quick scan, the crabs moved towards the pit with great caution. A few metal tentacles were used to move and examine things about the pit. I stared at my sitter.

I don't know if I should be happy or sad. I'm finally free of the Martians, but with a guy we don't even know. For all I know, he could be some kind of child molester or something.

I was sad because, heck, that's the nicest and most caring Martian I've ever known. It was probably his job, but I felt that he actually did care. I might sound stupid, but I'll miss him. Afterall, he did save me from becoming food to their breakfast. He could actually be considered a hero to me.

But another part wanted him dead. Afterall, I'm nothing but an animal. They were using me as food, and nothing more. For all I know, the reason he saved me was not because I meant something to him, but because I'm his dinner.

All this is really confusing.

I looked at Christy and she was staring at the soldier with a weird look in her eyes. I reconized the look. She's crushin! And I don't blaim her. After staring at him myself I had to admit...he was fiiiiinnnnnnneeeee.

Christy looked at me and mouthed the words 'He is sooooo cute.' to me. I nodded.

When the hot soldier stood up and started walking, we followed. Apperantly, that's what he wanted. And we won't mind. We were actually pretty eager to follow.

When I took one last look at the pit, I saw a crab picking up my sitter. What I saw next surprised me. His Tentacles started moving! Its movements were jerky and painful, but they were moving none the less.

I looked back at our other hero with a smile on my face. I'm having a feeling that this is only the beginning.

This I decide will be th last chapter. There will be a sequel continuing their new adventure. I'm sorry I couldn't do it from the soldiers pov, Joanne. I found it very hard for me to do. I tried some and they didn't sound pretty good. I down right stank at them. I guess military stories are never gong to be my strong point. But got anymore ideas for the sequel?

Special thanks to SergeantHeretic! Thank you for sticking with my story and helping it along.