Sorry that it's double spaced, but I don't feel like fixing it. Oh yeah, alien babe on his way.
Chapter One:
Dark Eyes
Nyota sighed. She was a linguistic student and had been working on a project for almost three hours before she decided to take a break. The tall girl stood up and stretched. She enjoyed the feeling of her muscles stinging from the new movements. It was as if they were screaming out in joy after staying in the same position for far too long.
Nyota went into her kitchen to drink some black tea. She would almost be ashamed to say that it wasn't homemade, but it was delicious so she didn't feel as guilty as she should have. After all, it wasn't sweetened.
To be honest, the girl was probably putting too much effort into this project. But she was always trying to push herself to do better. Thankfully she had a day off so she could spend the whole day working on the project. Her mind desperately wanted a break from concentrating on a task for too long. Nyota was glad that she had the willpower to push through all the resistance that her own body put up.
Sighing in contentment, she walked back to her translation project. Only to receive a phone call on her cell phone. It was a flip phone. It might as well have been an ancient relic compared to all of the sleek smartphones that were available. Unfortunately, Nyota could only afford the bare basics.
"Hello?" Nyota answered curiously.
"Hey, I need you to get over here fast! I have something I have to show you!" Her friend Galia told her urgently.
Nyota was about to ask what in the world it could be that required this much urgency, but Galia had already hung up her phone. Silence echoed through the line, and Nyota was left mystified.
Nyota's friend was an odd girl. She had fiery curly red hair and a splatter of freckles which only seemed to add a charming touch to the beauty. Galia was known as a flirt and had a way of manipulating men. If anything, Nyota was jealous of her friend's sexual prowess.
Sighing the lithe woman pulled on some shorts and left her house peddling on a bicycle, it was a dazzling light blue street bike.
It was barely the afternoon, and the humidity in the air made her sweat. Nyota peddled faster hoping that the air would help cool her off. Luckily Galia didn't live too far away.
"Hurry get in!" Galia told Nyota once she had arrived. The door had opened with Nyota's fist suspended mid-air.
Nyota was standing on the doorstep completely sweat-drenched, and Galia wrinkled her nose at her. Nyota glared back. The shorter girl shrugged and motioned Nyota to follow her.
The girls walked into the back of the house and Galia pointed to the basement. Nyota looked down the stairs, not feeling eager to head down there. It was dark, and the air was noticeably damp. Her stomach twisted.
"Oh my god. It's not haunted" Galia exclaimed.
With a sigh, Nyota went down after Galia ended up shoving her friend.
Nyota's footsteps echoed each time they met the wooden floor. She went slowly, careful not to accidentally miss a step. Upon arrival to the bottom floor, Nyota was met with a curious sight.
A small duck laid happily in the corner of the room, and once it saw that there were human visitors, it quickly ran up to greet them. Little quakes filled the room.
"A duck?" Nyota asked out loud.
"Yeah I found it at the grocery store, the poor thing was digging in the trash!" Galia explained. The endowed woman bent forward, and the duck happily ruffled it's feather against her hand.
"Oh, I didn't realize that this would call for so much urgency…" Nyota told her seemingly annoyed. Why in the world would her friend steal a duck?
"Well, I can't keep it. The landlord would be furious; he hates animals" Galia told her. Nyota suddenly saw where this conversation was going.
"Nope, I can't take it" Nyota announced as the fluffy young duck plucked at her feet.
"But Nyota, it will die if we take it to the shelter" Galia whined, she looked like she was on the brink of tears.
"No" Nyota crossed her arms. "It's a wild animal; it can survive outside."
Galia continued her case on the duck and even went as far as to hold it up to her. The little thing wiggled in her arms. Clearly uncomfortable.
Nyota stared at it. Her heart was weakening. This was probably why Galia had made her come over. So that she would now be aware of its existence.
"Okay, I'll let it stay at my place but you have to find it a home. I won't keep it forever" Nyota amended.
"Yes! Thank you, it's a deal!" Galia happily agreed to the terms without being fazed.
The girls went to the kitchen to celebrate with snacks. Galia happily played with the duck as Nyota stuffed her face with cookies. Unlike her tea, these cookies were homemade.
"What are you going to name him?" Galia asked.
"No names, I don't want to grow attached," Nyota told her.
"Come on! Pets need names" Galia huffed.
Nyota rolled her eyes and continued her feast. Her art project momentarily forgotten as she bickered about naming the duck.
"Maybe something like Christopher?" Nyota finally caved after getting hounded about a the duck name for several minutes.
"Perfect!" Galia exclaimed. She was clearly pleased that she was gaining so many victories.
"I hate you" Nyota deadpanned.
Galia smirked and hugged the female.
Nyota left her friend's house a new pet angrily quacking in her basket. She walked home, pushing her bike so that she didn't accidentally hurt the duck.
Nyota wiped the sweat from her neck as she walked back into her small looked around the slightly cluttered living room and was suddenly aware of the hassle of an animal. She really didn't need the extra stress. Especially with her school stuff taking up most of her life.
"Don't pee on anything," Nyota told Christopher. He looked back at her with big innocent eyes. Nyota rolled her eyes and proceeded to clean up as much clutter that was on the floor as she could. She was normally a clean person, but after last semester's finals, she wasn't prepared for summer classes.
After that had been taken care of, she went back to work on her art project. Nyota had to push Christopher off of her supplies several times, but she wasn't making bad progress.
The young duck knocked over a glass of water and played in the puddle on the kitchen floor. Nyota thought about cleaning up the mess but was thankful for the ducks attention being drawn somewhere other than her tediously long paper.
By the time she was finished, the night was already beginning to fall. Nyota was left with figuring out what she should have for dinner. Nyota considered herself a healthy eater, borderline vegetarian. Mostly because she couldn't afford to eat meat. But she would forget to mention the last part to anyone asking. As she was rummaging through her pantry. She suddenly felt the earth shudder. The dark skinned woman stopped what she was doing to look around in a panic. She was surprised she hadn't experienced an earthquake before.
The previously sleeping duck awoke and started quacking loudly. Nyota tried to quiet him, but he was adamant about making a ruckus.
The earth stopped shaking just as quick as it began.
Sighing, Nyota allowed him to go out into the backyard.
"There. Now shut up" Nyota mumbled. The quacking only worsened, now that Christopher was outside, and Nyota was already regretting letting it stay with her. She had never had any pet remotely close to a duck. She thought that it would be like a chicken.
"What, what?" Nyota grumbled as she walked outside. She stopped short when she was something that she could only guess to be a satellite.
The woman was surprised, she had always figured that satellites were bigger, but that would explain the shudder.
Nyota sighed happily; she couldn't believe her house made it out safe. She could only imagine the damage this thing would have done if it had been a few feet over.
Nyota had taken numerous astronomy classes but she had no idea it was possible for one to make it to the ground.
"Okay bird, I get it, you know stuff is up." Nyota amended. She walked over to the piece of junk and could feel the heat coming from the metal. Nyota thought that this was a cool thing to end up seeing. She circled it. It was almost tubular in shape and seemed to have once had outer attachments.
Nyota knew she would have to call someone to tell them that this thing was in her backyard. She hoped that they would give her money to fix her back yard, but she wouldn't hold her breath.
The sudden stress of explaining the new ditch in her yard made her cringe. Why couldn't her life be easy? It always seemed to be something. Who knows? Maybe this hunk of metal was meant to land on her and put her out of her misery.
The girl continued circling and kicking the dirt. Her long hair blew with the light breeze that had picked up. She wondered if anyone else had noticed the space trash. But perhaps it had been too dark to see it.
Nyota paused. Something seemed off and she couldn't help but slowly get closer.
Nyota saw what to be a mini door and was already left with the feeling that she would regret poking around with the satellites. She figured that it was already broken and that she couldn't get into that much trouble by just having a look. She pulled open the flap, which clicked. There was a touch screen that slowly loaded up. A small thrill ran through Nyota as she watched it load.
Suddenly a voice in a foreign language spoke out, and there were clear options presented on the screen.
Nyota's blood ran cold. She realized that this was an international satellite. She wondered if this would be considered vandalism since it wasn't from America...
"Well, are satellites even American?" Nyota wondered out loud. Not being able to resist, she pressed on one of the buttons.
The screen switched; it showed a diagram of a person, along with scribbles of data that were unreadable. Nyota wondered if this satellite gathers information about people. Another window popped up. As if asking to confirm the next step. Nyota pressed it.
The pile of metal began making several different whirring and clicking noises. Nyota gulped. She wasn't sure what she had done. Looking back at the screen, she saw that there was a timer ticking down. Or possibly up, since she couldn't tell what the symbols meant.
Christopher quickly pattered away.
Nyota silently prayed that she hadn't set off a bomb. But the timer stopped, and the was one last click. The voice clearly spoke out. She figured that it was confirming that the action was done.
Nyota hesitantly went to go and peek at whatever had changed. There was a long compartment door that had clicked up, and Florence knew that she should have stopped while she was ahead. But she went to pull back the door anyway.
She was left staring into a dark pair of eyes.