For Now - Part 1 (alien x human)
This was quickly written for a contest. It's not spicy - unless I go through and write a scene - but it was a fun concept.
When Harper finds out she's pregnant, the revelation happens to coincide with aliens invading Earth! With no other choice, she's forced to continue on with her then-boyfriend/father of her child, but stumbling upon an alien, and communicating with them, changes her understanding of events and the invasion.
Here's the first part, I may or may not upload the next:
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Two treacherous pink lines mocked Harper in the bathroom while Ryan watched something in the other room. She didn’t know what had his attention. Shouldn’t he have sensed her sudden tidal wave of emotions? An upset that would – should – magnetically draw him to her side, comfort her, tell her everything would be all right.
Her mind was too much of a blur, considering her options, what she had to do.
“Hey, babe,” Ryan called from the other room, painfully unaware of his girlfriend’s turmoil, “you should come see this.”
Throwing the pregnancy test into the bathroom trash, knowing Ryan would never see it there, Harper made her way into the living room in time to see the world dissolving into carnage on the news.
Since that day, everything turned into an unending march of events. The Internet went dark, electrical grids failed worldwide, satellites rained from the sky as missiles shot heavenward. She and Ryan fled their apartment, their city, their home.
They had been hoping to make it to a larger urban hub where the military would undoubtedly protect them. At least, according to Ryan. Harper had her reservations about that, but he was eager to join the fray, to fight an enemy that could unify humanity.
She didn’t have the drive to argue against him.
One thing after another interrupted their pilgrimage to safety. An interstate congested with too many cars. Alien spacecraft thrumming overhead, raining destruction down on their intended destination. Abandoned gas stations drained dry and looted grocery stores with only their rib-like shelves left behind.
Other than a few incidents of adrenaline-inducing danger, when her animal survival instincts took over, Harper had operated in a fugue. Ryan seemed none-the-wiser to her dissociation. If he was, he didn’t mention it.
At some point, they had gotten separated. Or perhaps Ryan genuinely left her behind. It could have been either, if she was being honest.
After what Harper thought was the fifteen days of travel – or maybe it was twenty – she found a group of other humans amenable to taking her in. She didn’t tell them about the pregnancy, but the acting leader, Deborah, took one look at her, and Harper was certain she knew.
Thirty days since everything went to shit, the fugue. It was her first time seeing one of the aliens.
Oh, she had seen their ships via video clips online and on television before the screens went dark. She had even seen the vessels from afar and, on rare occasions, closer than she liked. But this was the first time she saw one of them. They were so close to her temporary home, she should have been utterly horrified.
The alien lay partially inside a small, wrecked shuttle that seemed only big enough for a single occupant. The vessel had seen some fight. The sides burnt black with laser fire and the exterior peeled back from an interior pilot’s pit.
A gruesome sort of birth, a small asinine part of her mind thought as she neared it. If it was a birth, was the blueish-green goo its blood?
Harper hadn’t realized she started for the thing until another member of her scouting team hissed at her to stop. She had already closed half the distance.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The scout lead, Gary, took a step toward her, but his gaze flickered down to the alien, and he froze.
“I just want to look. Maybe they have something we could use,” Harper hissed back, continuing to close the distance. None of the others moved to go with her.
The alien was on its side and, on closer inspection, seemed to be breathing. Albeit shallow and with effort.
The thing’s profile was less pronounced that a human’s own. Almost smooth-faced with a small rise of a nose that was barely more than nostril holes. Greenish-yellow skin tone, mottled darker in spots due to natural coloration and injury. Dark liquid stained the spacesuit it wore.
Harper had just crouched down, eyeing the thing, trying to assess if anything was worth keeping, when its arm shot out. She gasped, immediately pulling back but not getting far with its grip on the front of her shirt. It held onto her as if she were its lifeline.
Four large wet eyes, uniformly dark-green-almost-black in color, stared up at her. Well, three eyes stared at her. One of its eyes was swollen shut, an ugly-looking purple knot on its face.
“Help. Please.” The sounds came from a device on its neck, lighting up with every translated word, drowning out its true voice. Its garbled speech ended in a cough.
When the alien slumped back to the ground, Harper realized she could feel its pulse from where her hands wrapped around its wrist.
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