Tomorrow's Gone (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 1: Startling Realization

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© 2015 Estrella A. Martinez

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Being on the spotlight... is not easy. Suffice it to say that I was uneasy with the whole TV process. I'd never once imagined myself on TV; it was just a taboo thing for me. But now I suddenly found myself blinded by lights and being questioned by an excited news reporter as their camera zoomed in on my face.

"So you say a man just-just barged into your house?" the man asked.

Gulping, I focused on the man's florid face, which had beads of sweat lining his brow. "Y-yes. Well, I mean... no, I have no idea how he got into my house. My sister and I were sitting at home watching the news when the man suddenly appeared behind us and spoke," I said shakily. And as I delved deeper into this recollection, which had occurred nearly two days ago, I got lost in a flashback.

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I swerved around after initially hearing the voice and froze when my eyes met pale, intelligent eyes. My heart pounding, I gave the man a quick once over. I gasped as I saw the man's features. He was gorgeous. I don't ever use that word to describe anything, but given the circumstances...

He was extremely tall, standing at least six feet. His shoulders were broad and his limbs long and slim. His attire was fairly complex. He wore a metallic-colored shirt and trousers. He wore silver bands on his forearms, like those that you would see on roman warriors. He wore ankle-high boots that were also metallic. Along with this, he wore a black cloak.

His hair was startlingly white and curly, reaching his shoulders.

He looked like a Greek God, carefully carved... straight nose, square jaw, lush lips... his skin was smooth and the color of the moon, pale and milky. It was unnatural. He looked both human and inhuman. He was too perfect, as if someone had crafted him ever so cautiously, making everything about him symmetrical. No, he was too beautiful to be human.

His pale white eyes pierced mine unnervingly. I noticed he wore a silver band around his head, over his oddly colored hair. As I examined him closer, I noticed that he also had a bow and arrow around his shoulder. This too was metallic.

"Do not be alarmed, I mean you no harm," spoke the man in a melodic, almost angelic voice.

Diana sprung to her feet, gripping my upper arm protectively. "Get out," she demanded of the man.

I just sat there, utterly frozen.

The man simply stood there. "I am sorry to hear that I am unwelcome in your residence, but I must deliver a warning to you," he continued adamantly in his soft, lulling voice.

"W-who are you? What are you?" I faintly heard Diana ask.

The Alien-man gave us a small smirk of a smile, which lit up his face and made him look all the more celestial. "My people are the Astrons. We reside in the planet Astronoma, but you earthlings refer to it as Kepler-186f," he spoke fluently. He was very articulate in his wordings and sounded almost robotic.

I blinked, jerking my arm from my sister's vise-like grasp, as I was losing feeling in that arm. "So your name is Astron?" I croaked, recovering my voice.

He laughed musically. "Atlas Astron," he corrected.

"I am asking you to leave civilly. If you do not leave, I will be forced to call the police," my sister bit out venomously.