We got in the car, I was forced to go to the back seat because of Clara. On the ride to the city, Malcolm was flirting with Cazelle, Cazelle was flirting with Clara. It was a horribly painful ride, mostly because of the amount of cringe catch frases in the whole scenario.
M: are you KFC? Cause you're finger licking good
Bridget stared at him disgustingly, I mean, same to be honest, like why. Cazelle ignored him and proceeded to talk to Clara. While we drove longer and longer we saw how the sky got darker and darker. We kept bumping the car, and trust me, it wasn't a rock. It was dead bodies. We finally arrived back to New York. The place that's usually crowded and lighted up was now dark, quiet and it was crowded....by dead bodies. The putrid smell finally got to us, then Noah stopped the car. We all got out, we walked, armed, in the sidewalk. We arrived to my building just to see everyone dead. Me, worried about my parents I rushed to the apartment and got in. We all did. When we did we say broken glass, scratches sofa and a news.
Cazelle: is that blood?
I looked at it was blood, on some piece of ripped jean. I started looking for them around the place until I opened the door to the bathroom and there they were.
Dad: ....Devan?
As soon as I heard his voice I rushed for a hug, but then he groaned and I heard another voice.
Mom: be careful with him you brat
I looked and it was mom. Well wasn't that a pleasant welcome, a week without seeing her and she is still stubborn. Seems like things don't change don't they. My dad had a wound on his left leg, that's where the ripped piece of jean is from. Noah walked in.
Noah: you guys okay?
Mom: *cocks gun* Who are you?
Devan: mom don't shoot! This guy saved me....his name is Noah....
Noah: yeah ma'am put the gun down before I put mine up
Mom and Noah began to argue, none of us realized what was coming until. There was a giant black figure standing by the door. An alien. Damn it.
It was going directly towards me. It stopped right in front of me, it turned around and it was Cazelle, grabbing it's tail and shooting his head wide open like a watermelon.
CZ: anyway, we have to get out of here and get a safer place, the windows are from glass, they will get here faster.
My mom looked at her. She was full of alien remains and she said
M: there is no possible way im leaving my home while those things are still here
CZ: okay but do you wanna die?
M: we where fine here until you guys burst in.
As i could tell, mom wanted to stay in the basement, which they where indeed safe. Mom had no scratches and dad was still in one piece. At the end the rest waited outside as i had a quick talk with my parents.
D: glad you guys are safe
M: Where were you during all this?
F: i was worried sick Dev
D: i was with them, trying to stop this
M: well now you are here, stay with us
D: what no-
M: we are in one piece here, if you go out, you have more possibility of getting terribly hurt. It is better for you stay.
D: i have been out for the past 3 days and i'm still fine
My mom kept trying to convince me to stay but in the end, she told me to be careful and she let me go with tears streaming down her cheeks, she isn't a crier, so i hugged both of them and told them i was gonna be back.
I was back with these guys, we went down to find our car on fucking fire, great, just great. That meant we had to walk to where all the aliens where coming from. As we walked we almost got attacked by many of these giant hideous damn aliens. They where killed by Cazzie and Noah. We all started shooting and blowing up alien heads. Miyu had damn handmade bombs. We where getting closer.
But something happened..
We heard a scream and that was Malcolm, one of the aliens attacked him. We where all shooting at it, but then more appeared.
Noah, Cazelle and me where at one side taking care of the rest while Clara, Miyu and Bridget focused on Malcolm.
It was to late, the alien had bit Malcolms entire left arm off..
The girls took him to the inside of a broken car and took care of him. While we stayed and handle the rest of them.
-Clara POV-
We layed Malcolm on the backseat of the car, he was bleeding out, his arm wasn't the only thing missing, but his breath was leaving aswell. We tried to cover the blood with everything in the car but it was completely useless.
Bridget was crying and Miyu told her to shut up.
M: i have an idea, put him in the T position
B: his arm is gon-
M: listen to me
We did as she said and we where confused as what she was doing. She then she told us to be completely quiet. Malcolm was dying and she is just laying her blood covered hands on his chest. Then everything told cold. Her brown eyes turned ice blue, and the car started glowing. Our hair was floating and her skin turned completely white. Then she said something in a language i've never heard. Everything went white and last thing we knew it was back to normal..only that Malcolm was alive. With his arm just like before. He didn't remember anything. I was confused and so was Bridget. It was all so weird. It was like she was like she wasn't from this place.
-Devan POV-
While we where handling everything, they get out of the car and Malcolm was in one piece. What the fuck, how? Clara and Bridget looked as confused as me. All the aliens where dead and we continued the journey. I'm still wondering what happened with Malcolm's arm, where does Noah's sword come from? How come no one questioned that? How has no one questioned any of this?
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The Sidewalk
Science FictionA girl named Devan recently moved to New York. She lives with a dad that sucks at jokes and a very strict mom. She isn't in good terms with her mom. She meets a jerk was that saved her life, a sweetheart, a psycho and a play boy. No matter how much...