𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | leonardo h.

「 ᴾᴿᴼᴸᴼᴳᵁᴱ」

      IN all his years of working for the CIA (which was a long time) Mr. William Fairfield had seen a lot. From torn apart war zones to spies disguised as his very neighbor.

But never had William Fairfield seen anything like this.

They—"they" meaning a good portion of the federal government, CIA, and other various organizations that were too secretive to even think the names of were crawling around a small cornfield in a relatively quiet corner of Kansas.

Or at least, it had been a rather quiet corner in the great state of Kansas before this took place. And by this, Mr. William Fairfield meant the incredibly large glowing silver space ship dug halfway into the ground.

It crashed about an hour previous, many locals claiming they watched what they perceived as a star on fire heading straight for the cornfields. Everyone in the small town of Kensville was too scared to even consider heading in this direction, including the local authorities who had decided to call in much bigger means.

The ship—or rather flying saucer seemed more appropriate—created a crater that took up nearly a third of the field. Everyone was apprehensive of the flying saucer, as they should be. After all, it's not every day that science fiction becomes reality, and what could only be deemed as an alien spaceship crash lands straight on Earth in some shithole little town.

At first, the ship had been glowing silvery and purple as well as emitting some type of odd buzzing noise. Everyone made sure to stay a good distance away as it did this. Eventually; however, the ship's noise died and most of the glowing faded.

Before it almost the ship seemed alive with the way it worked, now it was as though it were dead and just another hunk of fancy looking metal.

The workers were now more confident to approach the UFO, all wielding flashlights, tasers, guns, and instruments of study. Anything to help them identify what this was.

From what they could tell, there was no foreseeable door to the inside and it did not seem as though one was due to appear anytime soon.

Yes, William Fairfield thought he had seen it all, but with the appearance of this flying saucer—he had been proven wrong. Now, he was sure he had seen it all.

"We found something!"

...But wait?

He recognized the voice as one of his close colleagues. Fairfield along with more than a dozen other workers ran to the source of the noise immediately. William's breath caught in his throat when he saw what the others were staring at.

There, feet away from the flying saucer buried slightly beneath the dirt and other muck was a woman. A young woman at that, no older than sixteen or seventeen.

She was very odd-looking, incredibly beautiful... but very odd-looking.

For one, while her hair was long and thick, it was glowing pink, purple, and blue. An odd assortment that somehow seemed to work naturally together and fade into different arrays, shades, and highlights.