Tale of the Prophet Bearer: The Dark Queen's Reign

Chapter 9: Abigail Hot-wires a Car

^ The aliens ;) ^

(A/N)

*Busts a door down* SORRY! I was super duper busy yesterday and complete forgot this story existed! Well it's here so enjoy!

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I stare at the blue light and it stares back at me. My heart and breath were quick. I try to calm myself down before I begin hyperventilating, but ever second that passes only causes me to worry more. "What do you want?" I try to sound tough, but my voice falters.

It doesn't answer. Its whisk stays pointed at my chest. I could see other aliens outside, congregating around the house. We're trapped. I glance over as one of the aliens move forward, approaching Cody. His "plunger" moves up, stretching to Cody's face. He flinches back but can't move far.

"He is intelligent for a human adolescent," the alien informs the others, moving to Tucker. The plunger moves back up, doing the same thing it had for Cody. "He is of low intelligence." The alien moves back but stays in front of Tucker.

Tucker gives him a look, his lip curling up in disgust. "Well so is your mom, ya weirdo."

"He is irrelevant. He is not needed. He will be exterminated!" He starts the chant, the others joining in immediately. "Exterminate! Exterminate!"

A pit forms in my stomach. "Wh-whaaat?" Tucker gives a nervous chuckle, pressing himself against the wall. "Exterminated? Nah, that was just a joke! You know jokes, right? They're not serious. They're a joke. Hints the name joke—"

He didn't finish. The blue light springs from the whisk, hitting Tucker square in the chest. He lets out a painful scream, then fell to the floor, completely limp. I clasp my hand over my mouth. Abby screeches, flinching back against the wall. I can't tear my gaze from his limp figure, then realize he's not breathing. No... no, he's dead. Tears bang against my eyes.

The alien moves forward, stopping by Cameron. I hold my breath, praying he would be relevant. But to my dismay, I hear, "He is of low intelligence."

Cameron winces, shutting his eyes. His shoulders slump in defeat and he lowers his head. "He is irrelevant. He is not needed—"

"No!" Abby darts to him, standing in front of him like a shield. "Don't touch him!"

"Abby..." Cameron whispers, looking at her, worry lacing his face. "Don't get yourself killed."

"Scan me," Abby demands, sounding more like she was challenging them. "Scan me. You'll see I'm high or relevant or whatever kind of crap I need to live. I'm not moving. Shoot him and I die."

The alien was silent for a moment. Finally, he pushes his plunger up to her. "She is intelligent. More than most adolescents. Move! Move!"

Abby flinches and shakes her head. "No, I'm not moving."

"Move or you will be exterminated!"

"Abby," Cameron whispers again, touching her shoulder. "Don't do this."

She shrugs his hand away, shaking her head. "I'm. Not. Moving."

"Then you will be exterminated!" The alien declares, backing away. "Exterminate! Exterminate!"

I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to see what would happen. But I only need to hear to know what happens. Abby lets out an ear piercing shriek. A thump follows.

I swallow, a lump growing in my throat. I look down at the floor. Abby lays limp on the ground next to Tucker. A few tears slip down my cheek. No... no this isn't real. This isn't really happening. It can't be! She can't be dead! Abby can't die, she can't!