torsdag 24. mai 2012

Distress

New York was always beautiful at this time of night. The restaurant window starts to work as a mirror, and you looked away, slightly embarrassed. He smiled at you. Before you knew it, an armored alien bursts through the window and picks him up. You can see he's scared as he's starting to cry maniacally. The people in the restaurant starts screaming and run around like headless chickens.
You remain calm before you whip out a giant gun. "DROP THE HUMAN, ALIEN SCUM!" you shout. It looks at you, and out of spite, it looks like, it squeezed him. His screams were deafening before you could hear a crack. That must have been agony... Then complete silence. You point your gun at the alien and shoot. More aliens comes streaming in the already broken window. You took cover and shot until you are out of ammo.
Damn.
You ripped up your dress so you could move around better, and then started to punch and kick like you were taught in your Kung Fu classes. The aliens fall one after one before you realized: Someone had shot you.
In the leg. You stumbled backwards whilst trying to fend them off. You slipped in your man's dead body, and while you were distracted by that an alien came in, and stabbed you. With his hand!?
Before you died you saw him ripping out your heart and showing it to you like it was a game. But that's what it was. Your actions ended the world you tosspot.

I apologize for dreadful writing, but I had a lot of, er, fun... Writing that :P

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