Blissful Winter

Flowers Paetls

The species was unusual, not from this planet. They shared many human characteristics. So much so, without paying close attention you would mistake them as one.
Their necks has slight pattering that differed from the average person. That is what originally alluded to something precarious. Almost like petals, the scale like markings followed from their head down to their lower back.

Their hair, as well, was fairly different. Although in this day and age, couldn't be used to differentiate them from any normal teenager. Typically kept in short fashions, as their culture recommends, different families and bloodlines had different colors if hair, ranging from bright fuchsia to simple brown.
With so many people dying their hair wild colors, they'd blend right in.

I had no idea what to originally call them. OI settled with something simple in order to make it easier to recollect; The flower people.
They greeted me on my way to practice. Originally, I thought they were newbies, just come from the South Pole to the North.
The group trailed close behind me.

Finally, I turned, giving them my attention.

"Can I help you? You need directions or something?" I rested my hands on my hips, and hoped that despite my small stature I was intimidating them somewhat.

They blinked, slow and steady. Not in sync, but close enough to unnerve me.
"We have been sent to gather Intel."
One of them elbowed the tall girl who spoke in order to silence her from giving away more information, the girl then smiled' "My name is Sarah. Sarah Whitehurst."

"Nice to meet you," I say gingerly, offering my hand. They look at it if scared to get closer. To break the silence I speak again, "My name is Christina."
In perfect English Sarah asks, "Are you a form of human?"

Christina shakes her head, "I'm an elf. An elfing actually."
Sarah nods her head as she understood, a moment of exchange that not many shared with her. People so often quick to judge her for things she had no hand in.
"Well, we are from Krtpogon. Two hundred light years South from the North Star."

They were aliens. A different species. But how could something so similar to us be from another planet so far away?
"I'm from the North Pole," Chrstina chuckles despite herself, "you must not be used to the cold".
Sarah shivers as a burst of wind blows past her and the other aliens.

Sarah hangs back and holds my hand, her eyes glisten, they're sapphire.
"I wish I had someone to warm up to".
For being other worldly, she had the flirtng thing down.
Christina can feel the butterflies in her stomach. Her hands get clammy.
"You're- you're- you're beautiful," she whispers.

Sarah lightly laughs, "Thank you."

Christina can feel her cheeks flush, and thanks the Christian God that she lives in the north pole and can blame it on the cold.
"Our people have been ostracized for too long, we pray to Gandhi (our lord) that he bring us all in harmony. Your species (lack luster at best) has proved sufficient enough for this integration process. We need to work our way in and then out, by finding those closest ro the source and branching out from there. Would you do us the honor of being our first slave that we can exploit for information."

Christina's eyes sparkle, and she can feel the words catch in her throat, "I...wow. I... YES!" She glances at Sarah, and happy tears spill down her face.

"Cool." Sarah nods in acknowledgment, not seeming to care one way or another.

Suddenly, a flash of pink glitter falls from the sky, the ground quaking.
"Wh- what's going on?!"

Sarah's vibrant periwinkle hair begins to glow, "We must start the initiation process!"
The ground separates to reveal a cluster of rainbow lights, (some strobe, but mainly colored) illuminating the ice around them, "Let's jump."

Christina makes eye contact with Sarah, gulping audibly and wringing her hands.

"Are you s-"
"Yes! GO!"

With one firm shove, Christina finds herself falling into an abyss of potentially seizure-inducing lights, Sarah falling with her, and the rest of the flower people remaining above ground, chanting in a language Christina recognizes as German.

With a crashing thud, they land on the shiny dance floor that came from seemingly nowhere. Christina adjusts her halter top, "Woah, what is this place?"
Sarah laughs, "Well this is the sacrificing room of course!"
"F u c k."

"Let's keep moving, we have a long walk ahead of us if we want to reach the initiation room in time."

"Oh thank God."
"You mean Gandhi?" Sarah corrects cheerfully, clearly unaware of the trauma she's inducing.
As they walk toward the end of the dance floor Christina eyes move across what seems to be some strange elf experiments being conducted.
Tom, a Elf she met at band camp a few Summers ago, was now tied to a cross and was being tickled by two flower people.
Another, a much thinner elf, was being ripped open and his ribs were being used like a xylophone. Pretty mild compared to some of the things Santa had made her due in the past.

They move through a crowd of people, fluttering wings and the same two faces blurring Christina's vision.

"Why do they all look the same?" Christina asks.

"Incest."

As they walk, Sarah stop momentarily and feels Christina arms, "You will make a great slave. You have strong arms."
She blushes, "Thanks, I tone using old toy making books I found in the storage room."

Blankly, Sarah faces her, staring into her eyes, "We're here. Give me your hands."
Taking them forcefully, she traces the lines of her palms, "Yes, they're calling- our ancestors."

Techno music slowly plays and the flower people gather in a circle, "Wir heißen Sie willkommen, Satan!"

"They're calling, they welcome you!"

Christina smiles, "Finally I've been accepted by someone who won't sexual harass me!"
Sarah slaps Christina's twink ass, "Don't say that just yet."

The elder of the utopian society whispers, "You have earned powers, but with powers, you now hold great responsibility," He gestures with his hand warily, "Try them out."

Christina focuses on the glittery ceiling, a burning sensation filling her eye cavities, a burst of energy zaps the ceiling.

The celing concaves downward crushing everyone other than her and Sarah.

"Wow, you kill my dad."