There Were FiveA Chapter by Sophie2 The sun should have been high in the sky, just a little bit after noon, but it was dark, Riley noticed. She tried to pin point why, still standing with Ky outside of the hospital. Finally, after trying to understand why it looked like dusk, she realized there was smoke and many large space ships docked in the sky. She took in the scene on the ground again. Many buildings were on fire, though she didn't know why. Maybe the aliens just liked destruction. Fire. There was something about fire she had a question about. But she couldn't remember. "Ky, we have to help people! Why are we just standing here?" She asked frantically, moving forward to help a teenage Fari being chased. "No! Riley, stop! We have to get out of town, we can't stay here, we'll get killed!" Ky protested, grabbing her arm. "So what? If we can save some people before we die, isn't that worth it? We can't let so many people die, just so two can live." Riley spat, angry at how easily he could let people die. The Fari girl screamed as the alien bit into her arm. "I don't care about me. But I want you to live." He said, yanking her back and turning her around so she was facing him, her body pressed to his. He put one hand behind her head and brought her toward him, and their mouths connected. After the kiss she looked into his eyes. "We'll that's bullshit." "What?!" He exclaimed incredulously, his eyes widening. "You die, I die. But everyone else dying? Not an option. If you don't want to follow me, I understand. I'll see you on the other side. Of what, I don't know." She shook herself from his grasp, adjusted her gun, and walked away. And that, she mused, is probably the last time I'll ever see Ky Samuels. But she was wrong. "Wait! No, Riley, I'm staying with you." Ky said, running to catch up with her. "Where should we start? And why can't anyone else seem to defend themselves?" "I don't know. When I killed the two I did, everything slowed down and I could process everything. Like my senses sharpened." Riley explained. Ky mumbled something Riley couldn't hear. "Huh? It sounded like you said your arm burst into flames." Riley laughed, some functional part of her brain astounded that she laughed while thousands of people died. "It, ah, did." Ky says, awkwardly. Before Riley can react, she notices they're surrounded by four aliens, all with blood drying on their light blue chins. Instinctively, Ky and Riley stand with their weapons out, back to back. "What do you want?" Riley shouted, her senses beginning to sharpen again. She still wondered how her hands didn't tremble and her stomach didn't hurt. "Nothing but to eat, Little One." One answers. "Why are you calling me Little One? I'm not that small!" Riley argued. A distant part of her wondered if she was in a position to argue, and why she didn't just pull the trigger of the gun. That distant part was getting kind of annoying. But it did have a point, so she shot, three of the four aliens blasted to pieces, limbs scattering and the goopy blood staining the ground. "Ah, a fighter." The remaining one smiled with its wide, bloody mouth, "go ahead, kill me, Little Warrior." "Oh, so I've been upgraded from Little Human to Little Warrior? I'll take it." Riley said, and fired the gun. Time seemed to slow after that, though for what reason, Riley didn't know right away. Her sense sharpened further and she watched everything at 1/4 speed. People above we're flying in their anti-G cars in a panicked way, trying to get anywhere that wasn't there. Many people were just running, the poor who could afford anti-Gs, or driving the school buses full of people. But many, many more people were dying, being eaten, being shot, being burned alive while the aliens laughed. Suddenly, she realized why everything had slowed, turned around unnaturally fast, and fired the gun. The alien that had been about to barrel into her was obliterated. “How did you do that?! It was running so fast I could barely see it!” Ky says, looking amazed at the puddle that was once an alien. “I don't know, but I can help people with it.” She said, feeling some form of energy flow through her veins. She leaped toward the wall of the building next to her, going unnaturally high. The gun in her left hand, she grabbed onto the building with her right, somehow finding hold in the tiny ridges between the bricks. She started to climb, it was a small effort. “Riley! I can't follow you!” Ky screamed from the ground, looking around and starting to panic as he realizes that four aliens are approaching him, grinning while the red blood native to the five species of people on Earth. His arm bursted into flames and he held it out, along with the gun. “I'm sorry, then this is goodbye.” Riley called down and continued up. She launched herself from the side of the building and caught a clothes line by the bend in her knees. She hung upside down, surveying the ground below. “SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE?” Ky screeched, starting to sound more than a little panicked. She could almost hear his heart beating faster. “Don't worry, I won't be far behind!” Riley yelled and dropped from the clothes line. “Riley!” She heard him yell, thinking she was killing herself. Time slowed again, giving her time to maneuver not only her thoughts and emotions, but her body so she was in a proper position to land on the alien below her, who had just killed a Fari man. Sudden strength coursed through her veins again and she broke straight through it's neck. “RILEY!” Ky screamed again just as the four aliens surrounding him leaped and covered him. She gave herself no time to see what would become of him (no undoubtedly a small pool of blood) and went off to see how many aliens she could kill in revenge for the slaughter of many races.
The bombs had come a few hours after the war started. Yes, it was officially a war. Now they didn't seem to be for killing or demolition, so much as for celebration of a war fought and won. Not, however, for the side Riley was fighting for. She sat on a rooftop of a very tall building, watching the video which had replayed in what was once known as Times Square for about an hour. The leader of the new race appeared on the screen. “Greetings. We are the Morday. Our planet has run out of food for us, all other living creatures had gone extinct. Some of us had turned to cannibalism. We searched the skies long and hard for a home for us, a home for us with plenty of food. And after fasting for a long, long time-- as you probably noticed from the ravenous behavior of our citizens-- we have arrived here. Though your planet isn't as large or magnificent as ours was, it shall do. It shall provide us life. We would like to thank out cousins, the Livea, for contacting us when they detected our ships in space. To you we will be grateful, but that does not mean we shall spare you.” The rage had already fizzled from that bit of the ordeal, though it still fizzled in the pit of Riley's stomach. Now that she thought about it, the two races did seem to be similar. Both pastel colored to calm the prey, both quite thin. Both their voices had a hissing, but soothing quality to them. The Livea, however, did not eat flesh. In fact, they didn't eat at all. They drank. They drank the souls, the life from other species. When they first started colonizing Earth, the preexisting species gave them two days out of the year to drink. Those two days, most no one went outside, except for maybe the sick, elderly, or dying. It seemed to satisfy them, though. Riley was jolted from her thoughts as another bomb boomed somewhere across the city, and she watched the fire briefly light up the darkest night Earth had seen in a long, long time. Below on the streets, she watched as a Barb woman stabbed herself with her own barbed (hence the name), catlike tail, as an alien pursued her. Riley yawned. She was far too tired to do anything more, but if she fell asleep here, she'd be found in the morning, and most likely never wake up. She dragged herself to her feet, avoiding the pool of her vomit from after the battle when her fear finally caught up to her, and almost stumbled off the top of the skyscraper. She made her way down, safely reaching the ground, and set off to find a place to sleep.
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He wailed. He sobbed. He cried harder than anyone had possibly ever cried before. His hand was the epitome of pain, he couldn't even begin to comprehend. He prayed for the moment when the blood would run out and so would his life. He prayed for the moment when unconsciousness would over take him. He huddled farther back in the dank basement of whatever building he'd escaped to and tried to quiet his sobs. But each of those sobs hardened his heart a little more, turning it black and cold. © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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