I don't own WotW. I own Sam and Christy. Thanks to SergeantHeretic for helping me out with the soldier. While you write your version of the sequel, I'm making my version up too. It'll be a heck of a lot different.
I think this Martian is coming along.
"You staying?" I asked. My Martian sitter looked at me.
"Do you and your friend need a place to stay?" he asked. I was taken aback by the question.
Was he asking us to stay with him? Or was it a trick to get me back in a Martian pit so they can make me their food again like before? Well he seems friendly enough to stay with. I can't believe I thought that. He's a MARTIAN! They feed on humans! And I'm a human! For all I know he'll eat me in my sleep, sucking out my blood while I'm dreaming!
Would he really do that though? He's as close to a friend as a human and Martian can get. And we do need somewhere to go. I'm tired sleeping on the ground. That's not for me!
"That depends...do you have a bed?" I asked, almost laughing at myself.
"We have everything a human needs. Trust me, you'll be in a much more comfortable place." he reassured. Everything a human needs? How-why would a...I don't even know what question to think. The Martian picked it up.
"You humans are like rats to us. Some of us thinks you're vermin, some thinks you're a food source(Believe it or not, but some people consider rats as food),and some thinks you'll make excellent pets."
PETS! What the crap? We're pet animals to this particular Martian? He sees us like we see a dog or cat? Well, in my opinion, that's not bad. We see our pets as friends, companions.
I turned to Christy. Apperantly, she got the message too. She had a shocked look on her face. I smiled and walked up to her.
"Christy, maybe we should go along with him. See what it's like to be a pet." I whispered to Christy. She looked at me.
"I don't know...maybe we shouldn't." she said warily watching my Martian.
"Think about it Christy. No more running, no more sleeping on the ground, and no more starving." I continued.
"Well..." she mumbled.
"Well? It's food served to us. It'll be like we're kids forever. You love your cat. Just think about taking her place with an ALIEN as your owner." I said.
She hesitated. I shook her shoulders.
"Foooooooooood Christy. Think of chocolate for dinner!" Christy smiled. And to wrap up my persuasion: "And if we don't like it there, we'll play doggie and run away."
Christy laughed and nodded.
"Okay, let's give it a shot."
YES! I turned back to my Martian.
"Alright. We'll go." He smiled and led us back to his Tripod. Suddenly, Bordine spoke up.
"No!" he shouted in a demanding voice. We looked at him. Oh uh. Here's a conflict. No doubt he'll make us stay. But I'm a persuader. I can talk anybody into anything, as demonstrated with Christy.
I walked up to him.
"Come with us." I whispered quietly to him. He's a soldier, so I have to speak in their language. "If you come, you can keep us safe in case the Martian pulls something funny. And no doubt he'll take us to a Martian base. And then we'll escape once we figure out the Martian's weakness. Then we can defeat them."
I wasn't really going to run away to defeat the Martians. But this guy will have a reason to come with. He thought for a moment and smiled, something I'd thought I'll never see him do. Man, he's even cuter than he was before!
I took my boyfriend by the arm and walked towards the Martian, who suddenly let out a loud gurgle, which I learned was a threat.
Oh great another persuasion needed. And this one will be a lot tougher.
This is longer than usual, but I'm grounded for 2 months. Might as well put as much as I can in this sneak attempt on the computer. Hope you're enjoying this sequel so far. R&R pleaz.
