𝟏-𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.

≫ THE CRAZY PHOTOGRAPHER ≪

warnings: language! near death experiences

author's note: i'd been working this idea over for a while, and here's the finished product from months of trying to figure out how to write this particular story line! enjoy :)

word count: 2,017

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New York City was chaos. But, it was the good kind of chaos. The kind that made for the perfect photo. That perfect photo that would get you a front page spot and a promotion.

You worked for the Wall Street Journal as an amateur photographer, and a determined one at that. It was constantly a competition between the employees there as to how could get the perfect shot. The people there were extremely determined to be better than everyone else, and you were no different.

So, when aliens attacked New York— fucking aliens— you knew that this was your chance. Maybe it was dangerous, but who cared? This was your shot, pun intended, to really progress in the scary world of newspaper photography.

It had to be stupid to try and do this, but you were the epitome of an idiot. You were pretty sure it could be classified as a talent of yours. At one point you seriously considered placing 'Dumbass™' underneath the Special Abilities section of your resumé.

The streets of New York City were very crowded. Hundreds of people were running away from something, although you weren't sure exactly what. An alien, you supposed? Whatever these visitors were, you were going to get the perfect shot of them. The current plan was to just run towards what everyone else was running away from.

When an alien came running towards you with a weapon, though, you began to wish you had come up with a better plan.

You were somewhat armed with the pepper spray you had stashed away in your purse, but you hadn't expected the aliens to be so big. Quickly uncapping the spray, you aimed for what you assumed the creature's eyes were, and sprayed.

It staggered backwards. Unsettling screeches left its mouth, while it ran from you.

"Damn," you muttered, while a smile grew on your face. "I just single handedly took down an alien life form. Now if only I got get a good photo of one—"

You were interrupted by the sound of nearby screaming. You quickly shoved the pepper spray into your back pocket. Feeling your legs move practically on their own, you carried yourself to the noise. Your camera bounced against your chest as your ran. A man was corned by one of the aliens, and your heart jumped into your throat.

Obviously, you couldn't just stand by and watch. Deciding pepper spray wasn't going to do the trick, you searched for a better weapon. You spotted a large metal piece of debris nearby. Quickly and quietly, you picked it up, trying to not alert the alien.

It was staring down the man, clearly relishing in his fear.

You swung the piece of metal like a bat, aiming for the creature's neck. The material made contact, and the alien collapsed face down. Its neck had been twisted at a sickening angle from the blow. The man you had saved paled further at the sight.

"What a dick. You alright, mister?" You asked, resting the scrap metal on your shoulder. The man nodded.

"Good. Hey, help me out, will ya? I want to get some pictures of this guy."

With the help of the man, you rolled the alien over onto its back. Snapping a few pictures of a dead creature was easy, but you wanted a challenge. You knew the only way to get front cover material was an action shot.