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John and Sarah walked up the lightly lit pathway of that lead to her front door, stopping at the bottom of the steps. They turned towards each other and she reached up to him, pushing his hair aside and frowning at the cut that ran an inch and a half down his forehead from the top of his hair line.
"You should really get that looked at," She said letting his hair fall back over the cut.
He nodded, "I will," he said looking her in the eyes. He paused a moment, "I think we should talk."
She sighed, feeling anxiety build in her, "I know," she said slightly defeated, "Mark is completely insane and this is our last year…who knows where you'll be in three months."
John nodded slowly her words were much deeper then she realized, "Yeah," he sighed, "Who knows."
"So, I guess I'll see you when I see you," she said looking up at him. She took her hand out of her pocket and held it out towards him. John looked at her hand getting the hint and slid his hand in hers, shaking it but she held on. "Your hands are really warm," she said with a small smile.
John let go of her hand and moved towards her, closing the space that was between them. He ran his fingers softly down her face staring into her eyes, "I'll I think about is you," he said softly.
"I'll I think about is you too," she said almost relieved like she had been holding it in forever. He leaned down towards her, his heart racing, but he had been waiting for the right moment to…Sarah tip toed up to him and pressed her lips against his eagerly. John felt the world shift beneath his feet and in that moment everything felt whole. He pulled her close to him, his hand resting on the small of her back.
It was only until they needed to breathe that they pulled away, Sarah smiled up at him, "Where did you come from?" She breathed out. The lights flicked from her porch light and she closed her eyes and sighed, "Okay, mom!" She called out. She turned back to him and laughed.
She looked back up at him and placed her hands on either side of his face and pressed their lips together again, smiling. She pulled away and slowly let him go, he smiled at her and she took a small step back.
"I should…" John nodded towards the street and she nodded getting his hint.
"Yeah, me too," she said walking towards her porch. He took a few steps away but stopped to watch her walk inside, she turned back to him and waved, "See you," she said with a smile. John waved and waited for her to close the door before he walked out to the street.
He hadn't expected the night to turn out the way it had at all, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions, main one being happiness. What happened in the woods was nothing to him now, Sarah's feelings for him were confirmed and he couldn't be happier. He walked on the main road that was lightly lit by street lights. He clenched his fist victory pumped to the sky. The street light next to him burst and glass fell to the ground, he jumped back surprised and looked around only to see no one else and he relaxed.
Sighing he continued his walk home and his phone jiggled, he rolled his eyes, and looked at the lit up screen. His smile faded and he felt his world shift again, but this time everything was wrong.
Sam:
I saw what U did in the woods.
We need 2 talk. 2night.
My house 371 Arden St.
John approached the house and saw by the entrance to the housing a silhouette pacing. Watching them pace made him anxious, when he got closer he recognized who it was and that only made his anxiety worse. "Anna," he called out though it sounded is if he were saying no. She stopped pacing and ran over to him, "You took forever," she hissed.
"What are we going to do?" She asked obviously panicking. She had told Sam to go away, she remembered telling him to go and run for help. What had he been doing following them? How could he have followed them? Why was this happening? "John," she felt her eyes begin to water and she clenched her teeth together trying to keep them at bay, "I can't face him…he—I don't know what to do."
John was staring off at the house trying to think of what to do as well, they couldn't tell Henri. "We can't panic," he said looking down at her, "Just act like he's making it up," he said with a small nod. "That's all we can do at this point."
Anna took a deep breath and nodded and walked towards the house with him, she couldn't imagine the things he would ask. They stopped at the front door of the house and John peaked inside for a moment; they expected him to be right there. Shrugging he lifted his hand to knock, "John," a loud whisper caught him off guard and he looked over to the garage at the side of the house. They glanced at each other and walked over to the garage.
Entering the large garage Sam closed the door behind them and moved over to the truck in the center of the garage and leaned against it. They stood across from him; John leaned against the wooden bar that was against the wall and was looking out the window. Anna was facing John, her side to Sam.
"So what are you?" Sam questioned, his tone was almost demanding, "You threw those football players around like they were nothing." Anna felt nervous again, but now of rejection. What would he think if he knew what they were? Would he think they were disgusting? "Oh, and the thing with your hands," he held his up and waved them and at this point John was facing him. "Not human…So I'll ask you again, what are you?"
Anna watched John carefully, wondering what he would say since all she wanted to tell him was the truth. She saw him clench his jaw as if he were thinking.
Sam scoffed, "Do I need to threaten you? Cause I've—I've got some pictures, on my phone that will start some major questions," he said pulling his phone out and flashing it at him.
John became serious, he approached him, "Give me that," he said his voice low, menacing.
Sam shook his head, "No," he said holding it away from him. John removed his hands from his pocket, shoving him up against the truck with one, "John…" Anna's voice was quiet but pleading. He ignored her though, "You know I can hurt you, hmm?" Sam looked away from him and John grabbed his phone ripping it from his hand. He turned away from him and searched through his phone looking for the photos.
Sam's expression stilled and he looked away as John laughed seeing it was just pictures of him and his dad, and Bernie Kosar, he wasn't even going to question when he saw his dog. He handed him his phone back, "Knock yourself out."
Sam looked devastated, "My entire childhood, has been an episode of x-files," he began, "Do you know what's it like to feel something, so strong, that every day you have to tell yourself that your dad is going to come back and take you away from this shithole and that everything we believed in was true and that we were not crazy." Anna bit her lip and looked away from him; it was heartbreaking hearing him so broken.
John looked down struggling with himself.
"Please," Sam begged as John turned his back to him again, facing the window, "please."
John shook his head, what was he doing? "Your dad was right."
Sam blinked as if he hadn't heard him right, "What?"
John turned back to him, "He was right," he said with a small smile on his face, "About ancient astronauts, life on other planets, all of it." He could see the smile growing on Sam's face.
"Yes!" Sam exploded, "I knew—I knew he wouldn't just leave us. I mean they found his truck, near the border of Mexico and he was just gone." He said trying to connect dots, "Maybe they took him?" He said pointing to the sky.
Anna took a step forward and spoke for the first time, "Sam…" She felt a new anxiety over his reaction but she also felt relieved. He accepted it like it wasn't abnormal, as if they had just told him their age.
He was too excited, "Maybe if he knew you guys were here, he'd come home?"
"Sam, you can't tell anyone," She said from the side as John approached him again.
He shook his head, "No, I wouldn't—."
John stepped in, "No, no, no, you have to promise, nobody knows this."
"There are others from where we are from who are looking for us," Anna said becoming serious, "We aren't safe."
"Sam! I know you are in there! Get your ass in the house, now!"
Sam grimaced at the gruff voice coming from his house, he glanced at the two of them, "Wait until I get inside and then go," he said turning to leave. Anna caught his hand, "Sam…"
He looked her in the eyes and his expression was genuine, "Promise," he said with a small nod. She let his hand go and he walked out of the shed leaving John and herself alone.
"Do you think I did the right thing?" John asked turning to Anna. It felt right to tell him in that moment, any other person it would be effortless to lie but not to Sam. He felt he had the right to know.
Anna shrugged; she felt like her head was spinning, "I really don't know, John, I mean he saw what we did and we could have easily denied it but that wouldn't make him forget." She ran her fingers through her hair; she hadn't noticed her hand was shaking. "It…it was right." It would be easier now, for both of them, to be able to be themselves with at least one person.
"Let's not tell Henri about this though," John said a little uneasy. He couldn't imagine Henri's reaction if they told him they revealed what they were to a human. Not only did they reveal that they were aliens multiple humans had become victim to the supernatural strength. He would uproot them from Ohio in an instant and neither of them wanted that.
Anna laughed, "That's obvious."
John glimpsed outside and saw that Sam and his step dad were no longer there, "Let's get home," he said in a hushed tone. Anna didn't say anything and just followed him out of the garage.
The following day was Saturday and John had woken up earlier than he expected to and got dressed right away. He wanted to see Sarah if she was available at some point during the day. Running down stairs he was greeted by Bernie Kosar, he smiled and knelt down to pet him, "Hey you maniac," he said ruffling his ears.
"Hello son," Henri's voice came from the study.
"Hey, what's with the uhh—," John looked over to where Henri was entering and saw the officer next to him. His face dropped and he stood up, "Hello dad," he greeted and walked into the study.
"Sheriff James said a couple of boys got hurt last night," Henri said staring at John intently.
"Couple of them spent the night in the hospital," the Sheriff said eyeing John as well.
"You said four?" Henri inquired.
"Yeah four," the Sheriff answered.
"On the football team," Henri said again.
"Yeah, that's right," he nodded, "And of course none of them are talking, that includes my own boy, Mark," he said turning his attention back to John.
John looked up at him, "Your son is Mark?" he asked walking towards the table in the center of the room. Henri stood next to his computers while the officer approached the table as well.
"Yeah that's right," he leaned against the table, "That was his throwing arm that got hurt you know." He paused, "He said you were there."
John shook his head, "Um, no, actually, I was with a girl so I wasn't paying any attention," he looked at the officer, "Sarah Hart."
The Sheriff shook his head, "Well, no one wants to be the first to say anything."
"We'll let you know if we hear anything, thank you Sheriff," Henri said escorting him to the door. He opened it and waved goodbye to him before shutting it quickly behind him. He walked back into the study and watched out the window as the officer drove away.
"Four of them, huh?" Henri asked unable to keep the fury from his features.
John nodded, "Yeah."
Henri looked back at him, his expression softening slightly, "Was it difficult?"
"Piece of cake," John answered.
"Good," he said with a nod, "Means you're getting it." He turned back to his computers, "Now go upstairs and pack your things." There were footsteps coming down the hall and Anna entered the room.
She saw how tense they were and frowned, "What's going on?" She asked looking over to John who looked shocked and angry.
"Because of last night?" John asked Henri, ignoring Anna.
"Because I don't like people showing up and asking questions," he said picking up his laptop and placing it in front of John. "And I think this might raise a few."
John leaned down to see the screen better and Anna walked around the table to see as well, "They walk among us," she read aloud.
John scoffed, "Is this some more truth is out there freaks?"
"Except," Henri leaned over and pressed play, "That's actually you. One of the kids must have caught you on video."
"Oh shit," John whispered out.
"I can't get past the firewall and take it down, we have to go there ourselves and do it. If the Moggs see this it's only a matter of time," Henri said. "Pack your stuff we're leaving."
Anna's head snapped towards Henri, "What?"
"I'm not going," John said with determination.
Henri frowned and approached him, "Excuse me, what did you say?" He was hoping he would just rephrase his sentence and that he wasn't actually choosing a serious time to be difficult.
"I said I'm not going," he said again.
Henri scoffed, "If you want to choose the next place, that's fine."
"It's not my fight and it never was," John said, "I can't even remember a world before this one."
"Wait, wait, wait, is this because of a girl?" Henri questioned.
John clenched his jaw but stood his ground.
"Go upstairs and get your stuff," Henri commanded.
John shook his head, "You're not my father."
"No, he's dead," he said not bothering to keep the anger from his face, "He died, for you, in fact you have no idea how many sacrifices others have made so you can live and it wasn't just so you could experience puppy love like a real boy!"
"I'm not leaving," John said again and he pushed past him and walked outside. Henri was in disbelief but he didn't falter, he was right after him and Anna close behind.
"John!" He shouted.
"I'm not leaving!" He yelled holding his hand out to him, Henri froze and John lifted him off the ground and slammed him into the house, "Oh yeah, I can do that now too." He dropped him and let him hit the wood blocks turning away from him.
Henri picked up a wood block, "Hey, John," he called and he turned to look at him just as Henri threw the block. John caught it easily but Henri seized the moment to twist his arm behind his back and kick his legs from under him causing him to collapse to the ground. He had his arm around his neck keeping him still.
"I'm letting go, okay?" Henri said waiting for a reply, "Okay?"
John nodded, "Okay," he said releasing Henri's arms so he could release his hold on him. They both sat on the grass.
"Why do they want us?" John asked.
"The Moggs, they don't colonize, they decimate and now they're here. There are only few forces that can stop them, you and the other five can. You were saved for a bigger purpose and I'm not going to let you throw that away for a girl."
"She's not just a girl," John said, "I think about leaving her and I can't and I don't know why."
Henri sighed, "We don't love like the humans," he said seemingly against his will, "With us its forever, you never forget." His face hardened again, "If she is that for you, don't let them win or you'll never forgive yourself." He stood from the ground, "We have to go. I'll take care of the website tonight and buy you a day."
John looked back to him, "A day…to say goodbye?"
Henri frowned, "That's more than the rest of us had," he said walking back to the house. He paused seeing Anna crying at the top of the steps, he wrapped his arm around her and brought her inside.
"I can't believe you're doing this to us, Henri," Anna cried trying to control her shaking body. The anger and pain that was pulsing through her was unbearable, she had thought about what it would feel like to leave over and over. Trying to imagine how painful it would really be, but she had never expected it to be so crippling.
Henri frowned at her, "Us?" He questioned removing his arm from around her. He sighed realizing what she was saying, "Not you too, Anna."
She turned away from him and ran up the stairs into her bedroom slamming the door behind her so hard a large crack split up the middle. Why was this happening now? When they had finally found a place they genuinely wanted to call their home. More tears escaped her eyes and it only made her angrier.
She threw her hand in the direction of her dress in the corner of her room and lifted it from the ground throwing it into the opposite wall screaming in rage as it crashed into the wall. The top of the dresser exploded as it impacted the wall and collapsed to the wood floor with a loud boom.
Storming over to the dresser she grabbed it by the foot and threw it behind her and sent it into another wall. It collided with the wall and remained in place, half of its width still inside the plaster.
"Anna, stop!" Henri yelled from downstairs but she ignored him.
Anna punched through the back of the wooden dresser and ripped a gaping hole in the back scratching and scraping her hands in the process, but she didn't care. She tore her clothes from the destroyed furniture and tossed them on to the ground. She could feel sadness fill her again and she tried to fight it, tried to hold onto the anger that nulled the pain. Pushing herself off the ground she stumbled to her door only to be stopped by something moving in her peripheral vision. She turned quickly to see what had moved only to see herself; she walked slowly to her body mirror and examined her state.
Her hair was untamed and wild and her makeup was smeared all down her cheeks; her eyes were puffy. She looked at her eyes; she cursed them, the pink eyes that screamed she wasn't human. At that moment she had never wished so hard she could change herself, just to be normal. She clenched her fists and smashed them down on the mirror, the glass cracking as soon as her fist made contact.
She fell to her knees as tears wrecked her body. Leaning against the mirror she glanced at her reflection again only to see long, jagged cracks deforming her reflection. She ran her hand against the mirror, she clenched her fist again, and that was exactly how she felt…
Broken.
((Hope the ending wasn't too corny :P. I would like to justify her actions :). As far as Anna goes, I tried to be realistic, the first person she has feelings for and she has to leave him behind. Never experiencing heartache, she kind of resorted to childish tendencies: throwing a tantrum, breaking things, ect. I really let her do the writing in this bit, I just typed it haha.
Oh yeah! I know it may not seem like Anna, John, and Sam know each other very deeply by what's been written but just keep in mind they have been in Ohio about, three months.
Hope you liked it& don't forget to review! ))