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[Anonymous POV]

Oh shit, Im going down! Im not going to survive this! OH SSSHHHHIIIIII-

Wait! Wats that?

Maybe... Nah...

...Hell... Its worth a shot...

[Kevin's POV]

"Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit, ohshit, ohshitohshitohshit,OHSITOHSITOHSHIT!"

I scrambled down the side of the building like my life depended on it, and,well... It did.

I am sweating like a black man from Alaska coming to California for the first time. Which is to say, I AM SOAKED.

[Authors Note (AN): No, Im not racist. Its just that black absorbs heat. Some of my best friends are 'black']

As soon as I felt my feet hit the ground, I started running.

I could hear it right behind me, I felt its searing heat, and with a light so blinding, I heard a resounding beat.

It had been skipping off the park's Central lake, only a few hundred meters behind me.
I slowed to a stop, and leaned onto a tree beside me, my breath hitching in my chest, The adrenaline I had been running off of a moment ago going sour.

I was nearly recovered when I almost stopped breathing. The meteor had been headed strait for the tower, if not over it. So why did it hit a few hundred meters short of its destination?

I hoped I had just made a simple mistake. Maybe I had taken off in the wrong direction when I got to the ground, or had panicked when I thought I was about to die. I replayed the scene in my head over again, dread slowly settling in my stomach as I realized neither of these scenarios were true.
I knew that going back was an Idiotic idea, but I was drawn in by my own curiosity. I reluctantly turned to go find my space rock.

A few dozen meters away from the lake, I slowed down to a walk. If my theory was correct, no matter how stupid it sounded, I would need to be able to run as fast as i could if i was to make it out alive. If my theory was wrong, then who cared. At least I was better rested.

As i neared the ridge just in front of the Lake, I dropped to my stomach and Army crawled closer. A was soon at the top, and finally worked up enough courage to pop my head over the ridge to see...
Nothing.

All the water was gone from the lake, which explained my wet front, and there was a single, solitary, scrape in the dirt leading to a big black rock, pitted by its burning trip through the atmosphere.
I stood up, disgusted with myself. Of course there were no such things as aliens! What crazy freak-notion gave you that idea?

I surveyed the damage to the front of my clothes. I groaned.

"Mom is SO going to kill me for this." I said to nobody in particular.

I sighed and made my way to the space rock. Maybe there was some interesting metal or diamond or something inside of it, just waiting to be found. That would solve my family's financial problems, at least.

I was just close enough to touch it, so, being Fearless Leader (or Dumbass Freshman), I did.
It was warm. Hot even. And smooth. Except for the little pits dotting all along the surface. I looked at it for a few minutes, just feeling the smoothness of it and admiring the perfect pits it had. Then I set to work, trying to find some kind of Crystal or space mineral in it. I reached to the top, and stuck my finger in one of the pits of the Meteorite, and pulled it away. Ti came off easier than I expected it would, though after a thousand degree descent, I don't think any substance would be too firm. I looked down at where my finger had pulled away in surprise, then smiled. There was a clear crystalline under the black shell. Maybe it was a good idea to come back...

[Anonymous POV]

Damn...

I've been saying that a lot lately haven't I?

Well, anyway, I finally got the strength to shift after my crash. I felt like I had just been strapped to a rock and dropped into an ocean. Every muscle and bone in my body was sore.

At least I knew I was still alive. Pain meant chemical reactions occurring in my brain, and chemical reactions meant a functioning body, and functioning body means alive.

I sat up from my padded seat, every bone in my back popping and groaning from the motion. I grimaced from the pain.

I did a few stretches, trying to get my body to stop shaking and stop hurting, if possible. Every time I moved a loud snapping could be heard. Soon enough I had my body back under my control, and noticed it was pitch black in the cabin of my ship. That was new.

I looked at where my control panel should be. No lights. That means no power.

Shit.

I grabbed the buckle of my seat and unlatched myself. Then I grabbed the re-breather from my pocket. Im glad I brought it. Who knew if the world I was in had breathable air or not?

I quickly put my RB on and reached for the latch that released the door. I pulled, but nothing happened. I sighed heavily. Alright, lets do this the hard way.

I grabbed the handles on the roof of the pod, and brought my feet up to kick...

[Kevin's POV]

I smiled as I heard the radio announcer in my head, "14 year old Kevin Sampson finds worlds largest and heaviest diamond, worth an astonishing amount of 20 trillion dollars." He wondered how his mom should react to that news. She certainly wouldn't be angry for his shirt anymore.

I felt giddy as he pulled off some more meteor, the charred matter staining my hands black. After a few minutes of searching, I got angry. I couldn't find any more diamond. I came to a split second anger decision and grabbed the piece I had already soon as I touched the smooth rock, though, I felt like I had just been shocked by a mini tesla coil. I grinned with this newfound energy and pulled.

The crystalline mineral came off easily via my strong pull. I was dissapointed though. Don't get me wrong, It wasn't that I couldn't find any more, it was that the one I had gotten all excited about was small, round and had a hole through the middle, like a fruit loop.

I sulked at the fact, but pocketed that one crystal with glee.

I froze when he heard a loud thump, coming from the empty crater that used to be a lake.

I was even more surprised when I realized I wasn't scared, or even alarmed by the sound. Only mildly curious as to what was making it. I hurried over to the edge of the lake crater. It was deep and muddy, and had no water in it. All there was was some smoking sharpish looking black rock thing in the center of the lake.

'Maybe its another meteorite, or split off the original.' I thought, trying to make sense of it. Not only did a meteorite crash to earth and NOT wipe out any life, except for maybe a few fish and possibly a squirrel I saw that was flattened, but it looked like TWO meteorites had hit, with very few causalities!
"Man how the news guys would freak for this" I muttered to myself as I jumped into the lake crater, sliding down the steep bank of mud. I quickly made my way, shlurping my way to the middle. More thuds were audible from the rock, and I was starting to be frightened, but only a little bit.

Then suddenly,

BANG

A voice called put from the thing, sounding only slightly older than me, but muffled somewhat. The voice said "Shistaghulairan Des Moin estyr syrystroom?" Well, thats what it sounded like anyways.
Then de called out "You speak Cornerian then?" My head shot up in recognition, my hair, previously plastered to my forehead, but now dry, getting in my eyes. I reached down to brush my hair out of my eyes when another discharged shot vaporized a bit more mud, close enough to my feet that I could feel the heat. "Don't try anything funny, now, or i'll shoot. Good. Now slowly put your hands on your head, and turn around."

I did as the voice so calmly asked.

Now I had a good look at his face. Obviously it was a He, from the body posture, form, and its general resemblance to a humanoid figure. He was slightly shorter than me, and his hands seemed to have some kind of gloves on. The mysterious figure was also wearing some kind of mask, with reflective goggle lenses, and a small contraption sticking out of the mouth.

All in all, it cut a fairly normal impression. Except for the deadly ray gun and the mask.

I realized the figure had started speaking again.

"Alright, now tell me, does your race know what type of chemicals make up your atmosphere? And don't try anything funny. I have a charged Laser Gun and Im not afraid to use it."

"Yeah, I realized," I muttered, glancing at the smoldering pits in the mud.

"Haha! So you do speak Cornerian, and you do have a sense of humor! Now, answer my question."

"All right, all right! Jeez! The atmosphere is made up of Oxygen, Carbon Dioxide, and some other minor gasses, the closest third being Nitrogen. Now, will you please point that gun somewhere else, its scaring me!"

The figure on the rock tilted his head quizzically, then slowly lowered his gun. A stiff buzzing that I hadn't noticed before suddenly stopped when he turned his gun off.

The masked figure got off the ship and walked towards me. Funny. I don't feel afraid anymore.

I let my hands drop, and felt the tension in the air grow as the figure in the mask tensed up.

As soon as he realized I wasn't going for a weapon, though, he relaxed slightly and led my up up put of the lake pit.

I was trailing behind him, and quickly realized he was headed to town.

"Wait!" I yelled, grabbing his arm.

The mysterious figure grabbed my hand, reached back, and with an enormous strength, flipped me onto the ground in front of him.

When he realized I wasn't trying to hurt him, he let my go.

"Wait why?" he asked seriously.

I sputtered, trying to catch my breath. Then answered, "The people in the town have never seen an alien before... Hell, I've never seen an alien before. They might try to kill you!"

The guy above me chuckled darkly at that. "Id like to see them try."

I scrambled to my feet and stood in front of him. "I wouldn't. I don't want you getting hurt, and more importantly, I don't want you hurting anybody."

The masked figure looked at me for a moment, then laughed a genuine laugh of amusement at my serious face.

"Haha! Well, you're a good person and its a pleasure to meet you, whats your name?" he said, reaching a gloved hand out to me.

"Kevin. Kevin Sampson." I said, taking his hand and shaking it.

The guy took off his mask, revealing a red-furred face, with a white stripe down his forehead, and emerald green eyes. "My name is Fox. Fox McCloud." he replied

Yay! Done with the second Chapter! Apparently, you cant post from an iPad! So I had one heck of a time trying to get this story transferred! Please rate, or review, or read, or like, or whatever you want to do now. Im not asking for suggestions yet, but tell me how you like my style, or if you don't like it. Any suggestions on how to write stuff more to the readers satisfaction is helpful. Thanks, hope you read more soon, and bye!