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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