ALIENS AND DEMONS: Book #1 Dark Secrets and Deaths

Part 3 : DANGEROUS GAMES

CHAPTER TWO 

DANGEROUS GAMES 

"That's the bastard over there!" Otega screamed. 

"Jeez! This is damn so real!" Lucy exclaimed. 

Brian stood still, staring at the seemingly lifeless body, a scorched naked man, sprawled across the rocky ground. A small pool of blood leaked from beneath the body. 

"He's been torched by lightning. Or maybe re-entrance heat from our atmosphere. Damn real sucker!" 

"Oh my god, what a mess." Shalom laboured to keep her excitement under control. "All my life I had believed aliens were unreal" 

Lucy shrugged her shoulders and said, "Who the hell in this sucking world would believe us?" 

Brian was inspecting the scene from different angles. When he was done---convinced he was actually seeing a human---homosapiens, not a half beast half human piece of shit. Or a big headed, thin-necked and tiny bodied grey alien as he had often read, he sighed. "It's incredibly a hundred percent man!" 

Otega started moving closer. "We need to get this piece of shit back to Dr Mashard. Too bad he is...dead." 

"Look," Shalom said. "His skull is broken; he's also got a broken arm and leg. And blood is....still oozing out of his head."  

Lucy reached for the alien's hand and pulled it up. "He's for real! Oh, too bad he's dead. And we..." 

Swiftly, terrifyingly, the alien's hands wrapped around hers, grabbing it so tight. 

"Oh my god, help!!!"  

"Damn!!!" The three others chorused, stepping backwards intuitively. It was definitely clear they were too frightened to heed her cry for help. 

"Help me!!" Lucy cried out again. And then suddenly realized her body temperature was falling...falling drastically. And her heartbeat was slowing down. It was all so fast, so unnatural. So unexplainable. And then she realized as well, her strength was rapidly being zapped away. Like they were all being ported out through the alien's hands...or something. 

Spontaneously, the alien's broken skull started healing, and closing up. So also his arms and legs. So unbelievable, so incredible---like a miracle! 

"What?! He is healing up so fast. See, the gash in his head is closing up and healing fast." Otega pointed out---alarmed, his knees wobbling. 

"I'm dying....please help me!!!" Lucy continued earnestly in tears, begging for help but annoyingly none was forthcoming. "I'm dying....I'm losing my strength and temperature...I'm cold and rapidly getting weaker...and weaker!" 

"I think he's draining her to heal himself!" Otega cried out, staring at Brian. "Shoot him, Brian. Shoot him now!" 

Brian pulled the trigger, in three quick successions. The bullets hit the alien on his right hand, forcing him to release Lucy from his lethal grip as he staggered backwards. 

Lucy staggered away from him as fast as she could, sobbing and throwing up. 

"Don't kill him!" Shalom ordered. 

Brian moved closer, holding the gun poised. "This is our world sucker, not yours. Now get down on your knees!" 

The alien didn't move an inch. He was just there, staring out wide-unafraid of Brian's threat. 

"I said get the hell down!" Brian yelled at him again. 

Instead of obeying Brian's order, he started moving forward, seeming to have gotten over the sharp pain in his right hand that he suffered from the bullets. The action unnerved Brian. He wanted to toss the gun at the alien and just....just take to his heels. Scram! But he quickly picked up courage again.