Neko: Tales Of Deviants

He Comes In Peace

Inside the modest suburban home, Justus stood transfixed before the television, her eyes wide as she absorbed the latest news bulletin. The reporter's voice filled the room, a mix of excitement and concern coloring their words.

"A fight between two deviants has caught the attention of an alien," the reporter announced, their voice steady despite the extraordinary nature of the news.

Before Justus could fully process the implications of these events, a sharp knock at the door jolted her from her reverie. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, she made her way to the entrance.

As she opened the door, Justus's world tilted on its axis. There stood Desmond and Timothy, but it was the unconscious boy in Desmond's arms that first caught her attention. However, her shock at this sight paled in comparison to what happened next.

Behind Desmond, seemingly materializing out of thin air, appeared a teen with green skin, large black eyes, and antennas protruding from his head.

Before Justus could react, Desmond turned to address the alien, his voice surprisingly calm given the circumstances. "You're that alien from earlier. What are you doing here?"

Gently, Desmond laid the unconscious boy down. The alien's response was simple yet loaded with implication. "I was looking for you earlier."

Turning to Timothy, Desmond spoke with the authority of someone far beyond his years.

"Hey, Timothy. Watch over Jax for me."

Timothy nodded solemnly. "Got it."

As Desmond and the alien faced each other, the tension in the air was palpable.

Desmond's voice was cautious but curious. "I'm assuming since you helped me earlier, you're a good guy, right?"

The alien's laughter was surprisingly human. "Haha, of course. I have something important to talk to you about. May I come in?"

Desmond hesitated for a moment before acquiescing. "Umm, sure..."

Soon, Desmond, Timothy, and the alien were seated in the living room, engaged in an intense discussion about the alien's presence on Earth. Meanwhile, Justus, still reeling from the day's events, found herself in the guest room, tending to the wounds of the unconscious Jax.

The alien's story unfolded like a cosmic tragedy. "My home planet was destroyed by alien invaders," he began, his large eyes reflecting a deep sorrow. "I tried warning my people, but no one believed me. When I took matters into my own hands, I was exiled and sent here."

He paused, his antennae twitching slightly. "I never got to see what the invaders look like, but what I could find out is that it's a trio of powerful warriors. Their next target is Earth, and they should arrive in a few years."

The alien's gaze fixed on Desmond, a mix of hope and determination in his otherworldly eyes. "Now my mission is to gather this planet's greatest champions in preparation for this day. And Desmond Smith, you're the first one I choose."

The weight of this revelation settled over the room like a heavy blanket. Desmond, still processing the events of the day, found himself thrust into a role he never could have imagined. As he looked at the alien, then at Timothy, and thought of his mother in the other room, he realized that his world had irrevocably changed. The future of Earth, it seemed, now rested partly on his shoulders.

Timothy's eyes widened as he processed the alien's words. "That was a lot to unpack," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "This world is already filled with xenophobia. Desmond trying to become a hero might... no, will scare people and could make things worse for deviants."

Desmond remained silent, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

The alien turned his large, dark eyes towards Timothy. "Desmond is the first one I've seen to show such heroism. I don't know anyone else yet."

Timothy shook his head, uncertainty clear in his voice. "I don't know... Desmond, this is up to you. What you decide here and now will determine your future and possibly the world's."

The alien's gaze shifted back to Desmond. "So Desmond, what will it be?"

Desmond's voice was soft, almost questioning. "Me... become a hero?" He paused, his mind racing through the implications of this choice. The room fell silent, the weight of the decision hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, Desmond's eyes lit up with determination. "You know what? Yes! I want to be a symbol of hope. From what I've seen of this world, it's pretty corrupted, and if I'm not going to take a stand, then who will?"

A smile spread across the alien's face, his antennae twitching with what seemed like excitement. "That's good to hear!" He reached into a pocket of his sleek suit and pulled out a small device. "Take this!"

Timothy leaned forward, examining the object. "A communicator?"

The alien nodded. "Call me whenever you're ready to look for more champions."

As the alien turned to leave, Desmond called out, "Wait! What's your name?"

The alien responded with a series of unknown sounds, utterly incomprehensible to their ears.

Desmond chuckled, shaking his head. "How about I just call you Luke?"

The alien's large eyes blinked in what seemed like amusement. "That's good too."

As Luke stepped out into the night, Desmond and Timothy exchanged glances. The weight of their new responsibility settled over them, a mix of excitement and trepidation filling the room. They knew that from this moment on, their lives would never be the same. The world was changing, and they were at the center of it all.