Chapter 1
Deep Down, I think everyone longs for adventure.
A sudden change, a catalyst, an escape from reality.
But not many of us get it. Not many of us can go out there and chase our dreams.
Take me, for example.
My dreams have always been impossible to chase.
Because everything this world has had to offer me has never been good enough.
I have always had a strong dissatisfaction with reality.
Call me childish, call me crazy, call me whatever you like.
But I have always believed in the impossible. Put my faith in imagination and the unseen.
Support the existence of those discredited by our kind.
Society encourages us to be different. But as soon as we show it..it tries to snuff it out.
And it particularly loves to do so with me.
Just a crazy, immature girl close to exiting her dreaded teenage years, who still believes in things those my age are not allowed to openly believe in anymore. Just imagine if it found out about my belief in character kind..let alone everything else.
Point I'm trying to make..I'm different.
Forced to live a life of normalcy.
I'm a girl not out of her time..out of her everything.
I've never truly belonged here.
But indeed...there used to be a time when I lived not so differently from you.
When life itself was dull.
Yes, I have two loving and supportive parents.
I'm the youngest of five..me being the superior sibling, of course.
You'd probably be surprised to hear I've been an aunt for the majority of my life.
To 4 nieces and 3 nephews.
You wouldn't expect it from an 18 yr old, but hey, my family's big.
We're also very sassy and feisty and sarcastic and maybe have short tempers, but you can blame that on the Scandinavian, Irish, Scottish, English, Jewish, Native American, German, Dutch and everything else we might have. It's in our blood.
I think you can tell now how my perspective is gonna be..see, my true colors are already slipping.
The key elements of my existence.
Sarcasm, sass, insanity, hopeless daydreaming, humor, aggression and me talking like a wanna-be mobster. I tend to over-explain things and draw them for long periods out, so take note of that.
I also tend to get deep and get wordy about morals and life lessons, so also take note of that.
I'm always thinking, you see. Always having ideas, making up stories and being weird.
I am yet to meet anyone like me. Or even remotely close to me.
Even finding a character like me is hard. I should probably feel sad, but hey, I actually feel honored.
God made me special and he loves me very, very much.
WHOOPS, I mentioned God. Probably gonna be boycotted for that.
My bad. Oh well, there it is. Coming out of the religious closet.
I'm a non-denominational Christian, ladies and gentlemen, and if that offends you, you know where the door is. If it doesn't, well, shalom!
You might come to hate me, actually, but that's the price you'll have to pay for the truth, mwahaha
Ok, so I act like an actual 12 yr old, gimme a break, oof.
Back to being serious and mysterious.
It wasn't long ago when I would sit in my room and fantasize about having adventures.
I would dream about escaping reality with characters.
Look up at the stars and let my mind wander at what could be out there.
On one hand, the freedom from ordinary life can seem terrifying.
On the other..well..it's a complete and utter thrill.
At some point in our young lives, we all hold out the hope that it can happen to us.
Until, of course...we're forced to grow up and let that go and 'accept' that this is it.
We're stuck right where we are. And we are all that there is.
Well, not me. I didn't just believe that there was more. I knew it.
Do I regret anything? Of course.
I regret not getting a chance to pack a suitcase. Just in case.. oh well.. ya know..
say, you get kidnapped by four villains who wind up taking you to a world that's not supposed to exist. Where you get chased by beasts, imprisoned by mythical beings, almost die quite a few times, and wind up making decisions that make it impossible to return home the same way again.
Well....at least I brought my iPod and didn't go out in my pajamas.
Because frankly..I don't wear pajamas.
°°°
The year is 2013.
My little tale starts on the third day before my 19th birthday.
The last year of being a teenager.
Needless to say, I was terrified. How dare I age.
These were the times I wished I was Benjamin Button. Aging sucks.
I'm sure you're seeking a name to call me. Usually by now, you'd be getting an introduction, but hey..
that concept is a little overused, so..well..until we get to my name, you can just identify me as the Character Queen, I guess. It's a nickname, you see. Given to me by friends a long time ago.
I liked it so much, it stuck. I should note that I am quite obsessed with characters.
Not just obsessed, they are a way of life. No matter where they come from, I seem to drift into studying all about them and the thing they come from. I'd always win in quizzes and junk and give out all the information needed and not needed about the thing that I was finally just told to shut up.
But yes, although I'm technically a fangirl..arguably the biggest there is...
I'm not exactly a mindless screaming mess that gets overboard with feels and crushes on every good looking man there is. But I do love all the characters, very deeply. They mean more to me than others think. In many ways, they're my friends. Might sound silly, crazy, but there it is.
Back to the story...
It was May 1st when my life as I knew it came to a very slow end.
As usual, I was ecstatic about my birthday.
I had every single thing planned, down to what all we were eating.
Pizza, of course. Always pizza. My favorite food in the universe.
And Pepsi, my fuel. And brownies, always better than cake, so that is my cake.
And Oreos, because Oreos.
Things were still a bit shuffled due to my parents and I recently moving into our temporary residence. Until we could find the house we were aiming for. We were only there for a few months so far, but that didn't stop me from decking my room out in character galore, and painting it all black.
Mom protested, but I promised I'd make it as white as my skin when we left.
The walls were soon overrun with posters and blocked by shelves that harbored all my movies, games, books and action figures. Yes, action figures, I said it right, praise me.
In substitute for the Batsymbol shaped wall lights I wanted, I simply put up some twinkle lights that ran all around the room. In the middle of my ceiling, I hung a small disco ball.
Don't judge me, it's shiny, okay?
I wanted to paint a solar system on the ceiling, but alas, another thing I had to wait for.
I love the night time, you see. Space fascinates me.
The stars, the galaxies, the planets, everything.
Night time has it's own level of magic. So much better than boring old day time.
And there's no better way to enjoy the night time than to go out and stare at it.
(..see, what'd I tell you, I ramble)
I have a hardwood floor that I like to slide around on and harm myself.
I have a long..inch..TV that I inherited from my parents. A tiny fan called Holmes.
A karaoke machine that I don't karaoke on. And ALMOST every game system there is.
There are a few I am yet to collect.
To go along with that, I have a mini library worth of books, a gamer's paradise of a collection, most consisting of classics and considered more to be "kiddy" games since I don't often attempt to delve into the adult ones. And in the case of my movie and TV show collection, I could open a theater and people would still be seeing new stuff by the time I'm 30.
I also have a large assortment of stuffed animals and character plushies, ranging from cute finds to amusement park game winnings. A lot of these said stuffed animals consists mostly of penguins, because, well..I have an obsession. I also am a penguin.
Science has not proven it yet, but the evidence is there.
You. Do not laugh. This is serious business.
I should mention that I own something called a dog. No, not a cat. A dog.
No. NOT CAT. DOG.
I'm not a cat person. In fact, I hate cats.
*hisses at you as you hiss at me*
And cats hate me, so it's fair.
I should also mention that I hate coffee..just thought I'd get that straight for everyone.
My former bed was a mess, so I found a new black iron set at a yard sale and decked it with black pillows and blankets because beauty. Of course, I laid my Batman and Spider-Man comforters down for sleeping purposes. Bats and Spidey happen to be my two favorite supes, don't chya know.
Dearie me, I do believe I'm over-explaining myself in this first chapter, but hey.
Life goes on.
As I mentioned, it was rather busy around the house as we prepared for the big day.
I was mostly mentally preparing myself considering I was the one getting old and I don't wanna get old, so I was most certainly too distracted to realize what had been consuming the news all morning.
I nervously opened my eyes, nervously stared up at the ceiling for ten minutes, nervously got out of bed, nervously stretched, nervously went to the bathroom, nervously went downstairs, nervously greeted my mom a good morning, nervously ate breakfast and nervously returned to my bed to nervously check my facebook like the morning paper. I have one set up for family and another set up for my internet-- ahem, sorry-- LONG DISTANCE friends, and I only always go on there, and nothing local ever appears on there, so no, I still wasn't paying attention to the news.
Where I live, everything is boring. Nothing at all special happened for or to us.
That means we're also safest..in terms of natural disasters, that is.
Hardly any tornadoes to speak of. In fact, I've never actually seen one in person.
One skipped my house when I was little, but that's about it. They're not common in the slightest.
Neither are hurricanes, earth quakes, big floods, landslides, ice ages, tsunamis, voodoo, clown sightings, dinosaurs, sasquatches, wild raves, alien invasions, the President, ninjas, actually attractive men or extra cheese pizza. We play it safe.
So you can imagine my surprise when mom suddenly rushed into the room and alerted me that there was an alien invasion. Okay, close. There was a UFO sighting.
A UFO siGHTING.
AN ACTUAL FLIPPING UFO SIGHTING.
Yes, I screamed. I jumped off the bed, chips flying everywhere, giving Molly, my dog, quite a buffet. My mouth crammed with cookies and candy, an unintelligible language escaped from it as I scrambled towards the TV and desperately fumbled with the switches.
Then I remembered..crap...I don't get cable in my room.
SO, downstairs I scrambled, speeding across the living room to the TV.
Mom soon joined me and we watched in shock as the reporter gave out all the information they could about the situation. According to the report, a strange light was seen in the sky that almost seemed to appear out of nowhere, with a strange mirage shimmering in mid-air, as if it were cloaking itself, and all the while a peculiar sound filled the air as whatever it was landed down to the ground...
into the very same park I was intending to have my birthday party at.
Everyone rushed to the park that day to see the spectacle, but found nothing.
So now, it was being treated as a hoax.
My eyes turned to mom, who sank disappointingly.
While I was excited beyond all sanity, she was displeased.
"Great, now there's going to be tons of people."
Yeah..see, unlike me, my mom doesn't really believe in aliens or X-Creatures of any kind.
More spiritual stuff, yes. God and angels and demons, of course, but also ghosts and witchcraft she knows are very real. But the rest? Mere hoaxes. People pretending, dressing up as this or that.
Maybe even some scientific accidents, who knows.
It's very rare, I find, to have someone like me out there, who believes in the existence of everything.
My head turned back around and I let out a hand to gesture at the matter.
"That's what you're worried about, ma?! This is a legit alien sighting in our very own town and you're worried about people crowding my stupid party location?! Barnacles, woman!"
"It's not stupid, you stop that! Your party is special." "BAH" "Oh bah yourself!"
"Bah indeed, I'm gonna go find it!" "Find what?" "Find the ship!"
"(insert my first and middle name here), don't you dare. Not by yourself."
"MOM, I AM LEGALLY AN ADULT."
"There's going to be all kinds of sleazy weirdos out there, I don't want you going by yourself, don't argue." "THEN I REBEL." "Against your mother who loves you?" "REVOLUTION."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." "Mom, please, I won't go during the day when there's people, I mean, ew, people, you know I hate people. I'll go later at night when it's just me."
She slightly turned her head as she stared at me skeptically. And I slightly turned my head, trying to look as cute as possible. "..You'll bring a friend." "My guardian angel is my friend."
"(Insert a scolding drawn out version of my first name here that every child ignores cuz the parent is clearly cracking to their will)"
I intensified my cuteness.
She fell into the trap of my adorable 12 yr old looking face.
And she sighed, "Fine. Don't be out long, and DON'T talk to anyone who shows up there. And one sign of trouble, you come right back, alright?" "Sí, me madre."
I bowed, goofily.
She groaned and walked away. I grinned and ran upstairs.
~ ~ ~
There are certainly pro's and con's to being an adult, my friends..
wait, scratch that, you're not my friends..you're strange people I don't know..
that I'm sharing all my life's secrets with, ugh..
Long story short, I have a sort've job, kinda.
Not work-work, but kinda work..
I'll explain later. Much later. We'll pretend it's work for now.
And that work would be at Toys R Us.
Even though I love Toys R Us, all these gross adult responsibilities are gross.
Sucks to be me. I'm such a childish sort, I have no business being an adult.
I mean, I really don't fit in their world. So like, why aren't I getting options, you feel me?
BTW, I want an attic room. I don't have an attic room. It's a little bit like an attic room, the one I have, except it's not. I'm a little bit guilty of loving certain old-fashioned things.
Like typewriters, one of which I have sitting up on my writing desk, and drive-in theaters, legit old theaters, mansions, pizza diners, CDs, record players, old phones that you can slam down in anger.
Ah, the good old days...
In case it wasn't already obvious, I'm a writer.
And when I actually can afford to get a camera and get a camera, then I'll finally be a legit filmmaker like I've always wanted. For now, I write. It's a hard road to wanna be both, yet be stuck as only one.
I'm KIND've an internet-famous writer. And by 'kind've', I mean not at all, but shush, stop interrupting me. Okay, so in case it also wasn't obvious, I'm not like other girls.
For reals, I'm not. I know they say that a lot, but I ain't.
I hate makeup and dresses and heels and pink and actually a lot of cheery things with bright colors and kittens. I'm most certainly the furthest thing from prissy. I'm still a girl, by all means, you can tell I'm a girl and there are certain girl things I can't avoid cuz I'm a girl.
Make no mistake, even though I love dark, hardcore stuff, I have my moments of squealing over certain adorable things. Yes, this girl here has a slight soft spot.
I'm no fool, there's major cuteness out there.
But also don't make this mistake, even though I'm not a priss, I'm also not a tomboy.
Don't call me tomboy.
I'd be considered a tomboy, yes, but I'm not. Basically just call me a tough girl. I'm a new branch.
..I'm just weird.
I'm a fighter, solve my problems through harsh manners.
Maybe a little too aggressive, but people still love me.
I have a thing against bullies, let's say.
Have a past with them. This set off a lifetime of me being who I am, basically.
Inspired me to push back the pushers and put them in their place.
If I start rambling again, just say taco, K?
Moving on from the subject, and onto me going to my not-job at Toys R Us, the day was absolutely INSANE. People were in a massive bloody panic, which somehow found it's way to there.
Like toys are really gonna save ya, people, come now.
On the plus side, I was paid a major bonus upfront, since the amount of money the store was receiving was quite ridiculous and I can be a hard worker when it comes down to it.
The bonus was mostly because I inherited 3 more jobs, on top of mine, since 3 out of 5 of my fellow employees had nervous breakdowns over the amount of people and the UFO sighting combined and up and bailed. The job was left to me and sweet old Brian and Clive.
Brian being an incredibly nerdy dude with spiky dark hair and thick glasses and ghostly white skin as pale as mine; Clive being a very chill, collected sort of fellow with a crew-cut and chocolatey brown skin. I think I'll leave you guys guessing awhile longer what exactly my true name and hair color is.
Not to mention my eyes- eyes are important.
My poor Beetle (which really isn't mine, technically, quite yet, umph, explain explain) fell victim to the massacre out in the parking lot. Alas, it was brutally harassed with eggs by treacherous juvenile hoodlums. I'd punish them, of course, as you know now it is my natural way.
But unfortunately, in my world, when you enact vengeance upon such revolting foes, you yourself get punished. Which is hogwash.
("Taco") ((okay))
Anyway, like I said, Beetle and I went through a hard day. It's so funny how people go on and on about how something isn't real, but when one little old sighting is reported, everyone loses their minds.
(..I see what I did there)
After leaving, I rolled the Beetle aside to wash him down and had 'im filled with gas, while I went on a snack spree. Several candies and cookies and chips and about three Pepsis. I spoiled myself.
Finally, I returned home. I changed into one of my very random character shirts, a comfortable pair of black cargo pants, a black hoodie and naturally, a pair of black combat boots. Always boots.
Mom and dad were busy by the time I got back, so I proceeded to get ready without bothering to eat dinner and saddled up for the trip to the park. Twas almost 10 o'clock at night, so I doubted that there would be really any activity at all by the time I got there.
I remembered that I still had a video recorder in my backpack a co-worker left behind, so, welp, yeah.
They'd understand, it's for science.
I left the car at home since the park wasn't too far away and I began to go on my way to where the sighting was...sighted.....lemme reword that.
I walked to where the UFO sighting was last reported. Or sighted. Leave me alone.
Okay, let's be clear. Until that night, I never went anywhere by myself at night.
I had never actually done any of that before.
My parents are really cautious about me going off on my own, bless their souls, especially..ya know..
searching for aliens and such...so this was new for everyone.
As I said, the park wasn't far. Only took me about 10 minutes to get there.
Once I arrived, traveling across the small parking lot, I equipped myself with the recorder, a flashlight, and my baby eagle. The first thing I shined my light at was the trees to make sure the invaders weren't like monkeys. Despite using the light, I already can see things pretty well in the dark, unless it's totally pitch black. So I already scanned the area before me for any movements in the shadows.
With one hand, I held the flashlight pointed at me as I fastened the camera to a harness thing I had borrowed from my brother, that was strapped to my chest underneath my hoodie.
Trick I learned from a fab Youtube series called Marble Hornets.
Check it out, meatloaf.
With that, I hit 'record'.
I trudged myself off the cement ground and onto the grass. Ahead of me was a pavilion with about four picnic tables and eight benches sitting underneath it.
Near the pavilion was a tennis court (gated, of course, or should I say, surrounded by high wire fences).
Next to that was the playground, which had swings. ♥
Beyond that was woods. Which kind've discomforted me, but hey.
I had already spent the first five minutes of being there, checking the playground, the pavilion, the court, and the parking lot for clues. A quick walk-around and scan of the flashlight can actually be pretty quick. You'd be surprised. The last area to check was the field that consumed most of the park.
Very wide. Lots of ground to cover.
I started towards it..that is...until I heard a car coming.
My teeth tightened as I clenched my body's movement to be still and I quickly turned around in time to see a white convertible park close to me.
note: the dudes within the car turn out to be absolute cabbages, help me.
No sooner had the car parked that a tall dude stepped out of the driver's side, decked out in a fancy white suit, fancy white dress shoes and was holding a white glistening suitcase.
yuck..white...so...cheery. T_T
On the opposite side of the car, a plump midget hopped out from the passenger seat who, too, was dressed all in white, with a fancy white trilby atop his obvious bald head.
Despite there being no rain, he pulled out an umbrella, pressed a button at the handle that released the item so that it pointed to the sky, and he waddled over to the tall dude and outstretched his stubby arm so that the rather long object hovered over the man's head.
The umbrella, of course, was white.
The mysterious oafs had a real thing for the color white, what was this.
As I mentioned, the driver was tall, well built for a man looking to be in his 40's, had unrealistically fluffy blonde hair, his eye color grayish, his skin partially tanned and his face reminded me of an Austrian bodybuilder. IDK why. He was ugly, though. but like...blonde. >_> *shudders*
The midget, as I mentioned, was bald. Had huge brown bug eyes and was quite odd looking, almost inhuman, I'd say. His age could be guessed to be the same as his companion, if not a little older.
Seeing the two reminded me of a boss man and his henchman, so yes, I felt like I was in a scene of a movie. They were like Dr. Frankenstein and Igor, Dracula and Renfield, Mr. Roarke and Tattoo?
They looked around them, conveniently bypassing me, and soon the tall man stuck his fingers down his shirt pocket to pull out a cigarette and brought it up to his lips, where the midget pulled out a lighter, reached out and lit the bottom. Oh look, idiots.
"Where the *beep* is he?"
Oh look, an even bigger idiot than I assumed.
And yes, beep. You will find there's quite a lot of beeps cuz there's quite a lot of idiots out there that's incapable of talking all civilized like me. Primitive wretches.
I mean, yeah, I use minor replacement slain, but shuddup.
There's gonna be peeps out there who use much much worse than me and I don't wanna be around them, but alas. Still, there's already tons of language out there, so count me as your official filtering system. Anyway, back to the show.
"I don't know, " The midget answered, his dark eyes moving towards the field.
"He better not be pulling any games."
His eyes returned to the tall man and he abruptly pulled out an expensive looking cell phone and held it up to him. "You should call him."
The man's eyes fell to his lackey and without hesitation, he took it, very soon dialing a number and bringing the small device to his ear, removing his cigarette. Clearly they were waiting for someone and were getting impatient and for some reason, this was very interesting and I was still watching.
A loud beep echoed in the night air that even I could hear, and the blonde man instantly began to yell and curse up a storm. "SPENCER! Where the *beep* are you and your equipment?! I'm sitting out here in the *beep*ing cold and you're not *beep*ing here yet! You told me you'd be! You and your friend better not be playing games! If you're doing this because of him, I swear, I will *beep*ing end you, you little *beep*! I don't give a *beep* what you're doing, just *beep*ing get here!"
He hung up and put his cigarette back into his double filthy mouth.
LORD HAVE MERCY, I HAD WALKED INTO AN R RATED FILM,
WHAT WOULD HIS MOTHER SAY.
As soon as I got home, I would be cleaning my ears out with lots of soap,
my poor endangered innocence.
Blondy McBlonde Blonde huffed angrily and stuffed his strong hands, along with his phone, into his pockets. Blondy then removed a hand and grabbed hold of his strip of doom once more between his index and middle fingers and removed it from his mouth as he exhaled a deadly cloud of smoke, causing his lackey to choke. Why is my species so stupid.
He tapped his shoe impatiently and shrugged his shoulders. "Where's the spaceship, you think?"
"Most likely cloaked." "huh...they could also have left by now."
"Unlikely...IF this was even true. Which would make sense if we don't find anything, that this was just another hoax." The short man shook his head towards the ground. "God, I hope this isn't another hoax."
The fellow shortie seemed to be deep in thought... I mean, I'm not THAT short..I'm 5'5...but still..and compared to him, this was the first time in my life where I towered over another adult.
IDK why, but something suddenly clicked inside the two's heads and they suddenly swung their magical flashlight directly at me. I flinched.
They stared with widened eyes, both from shock and paranoia.
"Hey, you!" The short man yelled, speaking like a mobster, and he blinded me as he flashed his monstrous beam right at my face. This was my time, time to be me.
"Hey, you." I shot back, counterattacking by pointing my light at his face.
He darted his eyes away with a twitch and shielded them with his stubby arm as he grimaced.
Blondy snatched the light from the stout man and took over the interrogation, charging forward a step.
"Who the *beep* are you?!"
"WHAT the *beep* are you.." The stout man added under his breath, rubbing his eyes with his fists.
I raised my brow and put a hand on my hip. "Is that any way to address a chicka? If that's how it is, then I'm not acknowledging you until you learn to talk properly."
There was a pause. "Of course, of course, where are our manners?"
The stout man's eyes moved up to the tall man, as if encouraging him to behave.
The tall man glanced at him, then back at me.
"What are you doing here?"
I shifted and folded one arm, still pointing my light at the two.
"I'll answer your questions once you answer mine, considering YOU two are the more suspicious ones here." They exchanged offended glares. I stepped forward.
"Who are YOU two..and what're you doing here?" "Don't answer her." Blondy advised.
I shrugged and turned. "Your loss."
Seconds later, I heard a click. I halted and turned my eyes back to them.
Blondy now held a gun at his side. I see.........
It looked like a pistol. Well, I had something better.
I pulled it out and made an effort to make an even louder cocking sound.
This took them by surprise. Okay, but they challenged me, so..
"Ok then..if that's how you wanna play.."
I turned back all the way and faced them,
"Unless you guys wanna be spitting out bullets, I suggest you start talking."
Yeah....these guys were obviously no joke....excellent.
The short man narrowed his eyes in unsettling silence. His lower lip pouted in thought and his face twitched, irritated like. "....fine...you win, kid."
Blondy put the gun away. The midget shifted and sniffed.
"The name's Smit. I'm a faithful lackey to this here boss man, Cornerstone Corner."
My mouth cracked into a smile for but a second, right before he pointed at me and hissed,
"Do NOT laugh!"
He sneered, while his boss man gave me a most intense, almost emotionless stare.
I was 100% certain these two were mentally cussing me out.
"We're professional alien hunters." Blondy revealed. ALIEN HUNTERS? O_O
Oh my..play cool, play cool.
"Alien hunters? Really? Cuz you sound more like mobsters." He again gave me a stare.
"Now answer OUR questions." Smit growled. "Who are you?"
I shrugged, shifting boredly.
"Nobody special. Bit of an alien lover. Came out to see what the panic was about."
Instantly, they groaned. "Tourist."
"Um, no, I'm actually-" "Don't get in the way."
I rolled my eyes to them, "Same to you."
As if I no longer mattered, they turned their attention completely away from me and headed back to the car. They popped the trunk and reached inside, where they started to pull out random techy stuff.
"Ugh, can't believe we have to use this outdated crap.." Smit groaned, soon starting to set it all up.
I was slowly advancing towards the field, glancing back at the two only a few more times before completely turning my attention to ahead of me.
All around me was darkness, so you could imagine everything to see was black and empty.
I scrambled about the field, feeling around trying to put up with the cold, foreboding feel the field was now harboring. It was pretty big, so I had a lot of ground to cover.
I was hoping to run into something big and hard, but I was failing. If the aliens could see me in the darkness, they would see that I was making lots of grumpy expressions, huffing and groaning as I changed directions and waved my arms around as if performing some awkward interpretive dance.
I just wound up walking in circles for several minutes and I felt utterly ridiculous.
Soon enough, Smit and Corner came along to ruin my fun, scanning the area with their stupid equipment. The scanner appeared to be almost like a satellite and went in tight rotations, trying to detect something that seemingly did not belong.
I got tired of going in circles and eventually plopped down and laid on the grass as the two idiots passed me. I now was staring right up at the stars. Beautiful little white dots scattered across the sky, keeping the gorgeous looming moon company. Everything seemed so much more closer that night.
More alive. I felt as if they were welcoming me and encouraging me to reach in and touch them.
I also had another feeling... a feeling as if someone, something, was nearby.
Not those two.........something else.....and I felt watched.
I couldn't decide whether this felt cool or terrifying. Something in me felt like..
I was almost meant to be here..and a part of me was almost awakening.
Or maybe it was just all the blood rushing to my head talking.
Speaking of talking, I swear, Corner doesn't know how to talk.
Almost every word that came from his mouth was a cuss. Beep this, beep that, pardon my language.
It was hard to concentrate whilst being so irritated. And Smit was no better.
They were like cursing machines.
So whenever they talked to me, I made an effort to address them in big long important words which they at times had trouble understanding, so they wound up feeling stupid and talked less afterwards.
Leave it to me to make people feel uncomfortable.
Well, the both of them were quite peeved, to say the least, that they weren't finding anything.
I, too, was disappointed that there was such a great lack of clues. Evidence of any kind.
But I think most of the irritation for the supposedly professional alien hunters was that the mysterious Spencer hadn't showed up yet. Well, maybe if you didn't curse the guy's EAR off.
After awhile, Corner and Smit became too agitated to sit still and began pacing.
Sooner or later, their impatience got the better of them, if there was any better to speak of.
Corner straightened himself, taking a swig of his cigarette, causing me to roll my eyes from 10 yards away, and he looked down to his short companion. "That *beep* Spencer hasn't showed up. I'm beginning to think he never will. We can't stay here all night, more idiots will show up. I say we pack up and head out. They're either gone by now or this is just another *beep*ing hoax."
good lord, do you even know how to use words.
Smit nodded in vulgar agreement and pretty soon, the two were disassembling their equipment and packing them into the car. Good, I wanted to be alone. I turned away.
They jammed the last of their junk into their trunk, by the sound of it, and I heard a car door open and close. But not a second. This led me to realize that one of them was still out and about.
That's when I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approach from behind upon the soft grass.
I turned and shined the light at Smit, directly back on his round little pumpkin face.
"Impatience overwhelm ya?"
He grimaced. "Look, kid..in the future, leave this kind've stuff to the professionals. Stay where you're in your own sorta area and tweet about Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber and Twilight and all that crap, capiche? Stop getting in the way."
I made a very complex expression. "Who in their right mind tweets about Miley, Justin and Twilight?"
"Fine, play with your makeup and chat with your friends and have parties, and lots of boyfriends."
My expression intensified. "Dude, you're not getting me at all."
His face became grim. "This is a warning."
My brows rose. The way they rise when someone just had the nerve to come at me.
The way they rise when I've been challenged and my Viking instinct is too strong to hold back.
"Are you threatening me?"
"Friendly reminder, honey. Things happen to people who butt in on business not their own."
"Boy, you've no clue who you're talking to."
His face had a new darkness to it that lingered there for several seconds as he approached me closer.
"Neither do you."
I wasn't one to just up and take a dis like that and let someone get away with it. Still ain't.
Almost immediately, I got up close to him and peered down at him with narrowed eyes.
"Well I guess we'll have fun underestimating eachother, then."
He half smirked. He was clearly still ticked, but now seemed amused.
Apparently, I became a challenge.
"Let's be clear..I will continue to visit where I want, when I want, who I want, without anyone doing a single dang thing about it. If I wanna go out and find some aliens, I will find some freaking aliens. It's my right as a living, breathing individual in this universe to find out what's out there. And I will. But for my own self. Not to prove it to others or tell the world. I couldn't care less about them. Or what they think. My opinion on the matter is the only one that matters in the case of believing. And I swear, Bilbo, if you threaten me again, I will roll you up into a ball and throw you through every single circle shape I can find in this park. Capiche?"
I expected Smit to give yet another well-deserved death glare..but nope.
He grinned. Quite wide, I might add.
"I like you, kid. You got spunk. Could use that in more dames."
He tilted his hat and winked. ew.
"Be seeing you, toots."
He backed away and turned to leave as I stood up straight again. "Same to you."
I replied sarcastically, mentally grinning at my calling him a toots without his realizing it.
He walked away without another word, grunt or glare and got into the car.
Once he was in, Corner started the vehicle and backed it away.
After a few turns and such, they were finally taking the road to leave the park.
I rejoiced and ran off back into the field to continue my search.. this went on for half an hour.
There was no trace. Absolutely no trace.
Eventually, I found myself just standing in the middle of the field and looking up.
That's when it dawned on me...what if they DIDN'T land? What if they were hovering??
.....that would make sense.
Like a child trying to catch a balloon escapee, I began leaping up and down and highfiving the air, trying to reach out and touch an invisible hunk of metal or whatever material aliens use, but after going about this for roughly five minutes, I saw now that this was just yet another ridiculous idea.
Like..no. Just no. Come now, Sarah. You are the reason aliens wanna kill us.
If aliens were watching me, I'm not sure what they'd even know what to make of me.
I was getting tired and frustrated and about to call it quits before something suddenly caught the corner of my eye. I looked and saw a car riding from the distance, towards the parking lot.
Not another one. I mentally sighed.
The black camaro pulled up into a space, not far from the one Smit and Corner reserved, and I breathed disapprovingly, deciding to walk towards it and greet the next annoying alien hunter who had come to ruin my fun. But what came out from the drivers seat was certainly not a jerk-off ugly oaf at all.
Out came a young Asian male, looking to be about my age, with black spiky hair, smart looking glasses that gave him an adorkable nerd look and was dressed in a black shirt, dress pants, and a grey hooded jacket. But remember what I said about us not getting any attractive men out here?
Yeah...this guy was attractive. Which hole or cave had he crawled from, I demanded answers.
In case you're wondering what my type is, it is strictly dark haired dudes.
I also have a thing for Asians. We don't get many of those. Attractive men and Asians are as common as unicorns. Topped with UFO sightings and getting threatened with a gun, I was spoiled that night.
He noticed me in no time, staring at him in the darkness, and he nervously smiled with gleaming white teeth and sent out a little wave. This took me by surprise and I nervously smiled back, waving slowly.
I took a deep breath and advanced towards him the rest of the way.
He nodded at me as I grew closer. "Hello...sorry, you startled me a little..I wasn't expecting anyone to be out here.." He sheepishly placed his hands in his pockets and tensed his body up, obviously nervous and a little effected by the cool air. Which I was not.
I smiled a little as I shrugged my shoulders uneasily. "Sorry 'bout that, I was just...ya know.. checking to see if there was anything..which sorry to say, there's not." "Probably..these things are unfortunately often hoaxes." I made a lopsided frown. He looked around a little bit before returning his eyes to me and finally smiled and reached out a hand, "I'm Spencer."
!!!
Well then..
I took his hand. "I'm S----S----Sher----Shhheeerrrrloooccckkk...uh.......Sherlocka..Hooolllmmmeeess....eeeeee............Sherlocka Holmese."
I nodded as I shook, appearing quite certain of myself.
He almost busted out in laughter, but seemed to wanna play along.
"Well then." He said as he cracked a smile. "Nice to meet you, Sherlocka. It's a pleasure."
I smiled uncertainly now and stepped back, looking off towards the field for a moment.
"..So you're the one Smit and Corner were waiting for." His eyes looked to me as if a sudden spark of fear had taken over him. "..They spoke to you?"
I nodded. He gulped. "Yeah, well..I'm sorry..if they said anything inappropriate or threatened you..I deeply apolo-" "No sweat, I can handle it, bro." He sagged.
"You don't strike me as the type to tag along with them. How'd you get entangled with the two oafs?"
His eyes fell to the ground and he took a deep, thoughtful inhale that silently escaped as an exhale.
"Me and my bestfriend..we're huge fans of monsters and aliens and all the weird things out there, you know? Ever since we were kids, we've been going out there and trying to find them..monsters are more of his thing, aliens mine..but he's the only one who's ever believed me..and he helped me.. even with the equipment I built..well..sooner or later, I got the attention of Smit and Corner Cornerstone-"
"Freeze, I thought it was Cornerstone Corner?"
"..They sometimes speak in military terms when it comes to their names. It's Corner Cornerstone." "...That's even worse. Continue."
"..They threatened me if I didn't stop looking, that something would happen..I didn't have a chance to listen..when I came home the next day, they were there while my parents were out, and searched my room. They found my equipment. Said if they could use it to hunt aliens, then they'll eventually let me off the hook...well....as long as I helped them.."
I sighed. "And you don't wanna."
He slowly shook his head. "It's wrong..they want to KILL aliens, and I just want to find them. Learn more about them. Not take them apart.."
More sighing. He turned to me. "My bestfriend told me not to give them what they wanted. He found out something about them and he hasn't told me. He just called tonight and said that no matter what, DO NOT give them what they want. Well..I haven't heard from him since..I still decided to listen and purposely not come when they called me."
I swallowed hard. What had I just walked into. Adulthood is dramatic.
"hm..well..you did the right thing. Maybe us three can get together sometime..the threatened trio."
He looked up at me. "You mean..you believe, too? Like, REALLY believe?!"
I raised my hands up. "Guilty as charged!"
He jumped with excitement. "DUDE! I've never met a girl who's believed before!!"
"When it comes to the unordinary, I believe it all, bruh. Simply because it's different."
"OMG, I LOVE YOU." "CALM YOURSELF, WE JUST MET."
He grinned and laughed. "Uh, sorry...didn't mean for it to come out like that. I, uh..don't date, let's just say." He raised his left hand and showed me his...PURITY RING.
I gaped and jumped to him and raised up MY left hand.
"DUDE, NO WAY, I HAVE ONE, TOO. AND SAME."
His eyes enlarged. "Holy smokes!! This is absolute fate!!"
"Heck yes, it is!!"
He laughed again, "Um, yeah, just to be clear, you're not my type. No offense."
"None taken, I got chyu." "BUT my bestfriend would most likely ADORE you. You're totally his idea of a dream girl."
!!!!!
"Well that was fast."
He chuckled. "Sorry..he's just really lonely, even if he doesn't admit it. He's pretty quiet about that stuff..so I'm always on the search for him. I don't want to see him depressed, you know?"
I tilted my head, "That's sweet of you, Spence.."
He curled his lips back and suddenly delved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a notepad and pen.
"Look, this is awesome, and I know it's rather fast, but if you still want to meet up, here's my twitter, facebook, email and phone number..whichever you have, please contact me."
Once he was done writing, he handed me the paper and pushed up his glasses with a cute little boy smile. I took it, examined it, and put it away with a grateful nod. "Thanks. I'll try these out tonight."
He nodded back, happily.
I tensed my body up now, slipping my hands into my own pockets.
"Well...I should probably get home.."
"Yeah, you should..Smit and Corner might come back."
I straightened myself up. "Gonna use your equipment?"
He looked back at his car, "Yep."
I looked away. "You gonna be okay, right?"
"I appreciate the concern, but don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
famous last words
My eyes returned to him and I once again smiled. "Be seeing you then, Spence."
"Hey, wait, you want me to give you a ride home?"
"Nah, I got it. Walking's fun. Thanks anyway, bro."
I started off into the darkness before I was abruptly ceased by Spencer's sudden words.
"Can I at least get your REAL name, Sherlocka?"
I quietly chuckled to myself, then turned around, facing him with my bright blue-green eyes, my dark brown hair blowing in the wind, held high by a tightened ponytail.
"Sarah. My name's Sarah."
He smiled warmly at this and gestured sweetly his goodbye, "Night, Sarah."
With that, I left, traveling down the road that would lead to the path back home.
There you have it. Sarah.
Sarah Demens, the Character Queen, at your service.
:)
Deep Down, I think everyone longs for adventure.
A sudden change, a catalyst, an escape from reality.
But not many of us get it. Not many of us can go out there and chase our dreams.
Take me, for example.
My dreams have always been impossible to chase.
Because everything this world has had to offer me has never been good enough.
I have always had a strong dissatisfaction with reality.
Call me childish, call me crazy, call me whatever you like.
But I have always believed in the impossible. Put my faith in imagination and the unseen.
Support the existence of those discredited by our kind.
Society encourages us to be different. But as soon as we show it..it tries to snuff it out.
And it particularly loves to do so with me.
Just a crazy, immature girl close to exiting her dreaded teenage years, who still believes in things those my age are not allowed to openly believe in anymore. Just imagine if it found out about my belief in character kind..let alone everything else.
Point I'm trying to make..I'm different.
Forced to live a life of normalcy.
I'm a girl not out of her time..out of her everything.
I've never truly belonged here.
But indeed...there used to be a time when I lived not so differently from you.
When life itself was dull.
Yes, I have two loving and supportive parents.
I'm the youngest of five..me being the superior sibling, of course.
You'd probably be surprised to hear I've been an aunt for the majority of my life.
To 4 nieces and 3 nephews.
You wouldn't expect it from an 18 yr old, but hey, my family's big.
We're also very sassy and feisty and sarcastic and maybe have short tempers, but you can blame that on the Scandinavian, Irish, Scottish, English, Jewish, Native American, German, Dutch and everything else we might have. It's in our blood.
I think you can tell now how my perspective is gonna be..see, my true colors are already slipping.
The key elements of my existence.
Sarcasm, sass, insanity, hopeless daydreaming, humor, aggression and me talking like a wanna-be mobster. I tend to over-explain things and draw them for long periods out, so take note of that.
I also tend to get deep and get wordy about morals and life lessons, so also take note of that.
I'm always thinking, you see. Always having ideas, making up stories and being weird.
I am yet to meet anyone like me. Or even remotely close to me.
Even finding a character like me is hard. I should probably feel sad, but hey, I actually feel honored.
God made me special and he loves me very, very much.
WHOOPS, I mentioned God. Probably gonna be boycotted for that.
My bad. Oh well, there it is. Coming out of the religious closet.
I'm a non-denominational Christian, ladies and gentlemen, and if that offends you, you know where the door is. If it doesn't, well, shalom!
You might come to hate me, actually, but that's the price you'll have to pay for the truth, mwahaha
Ok, so I act like an actual 12 yr old, gimme a break, oof.
Back to being serious and mysterious.
It wasn't long ago when I would sit in my room and fantasize about having adventures.
I would dream about escaping reality with characters.
Look up at the stars and let my mind wander at what could be out there.
On one hand, the freedom from ordinary life can seem terrifying.
On the other..well..it's a complete and utter thrill.
At some point in our young lives, we all hold out the hope that it can happen to us.
Until, of course...we're forced to grow up and let that go and 'accept' that this is it.
We're stuck right where we are. And we are all that there is.
Well, not me. I didn't just believe that there was more. I knew it.
Do I regret anything? Of course.
I regret not getting a chance to pack a suitcase. Just in case.. oh well.. ya know..
say, you get kidnapped by four villains who wind up taking you to a world that's not supposed to exist. Where you get chased by beasts, imprisoned by mythical beings, almost die quite a few times, and wind up making decisions that make it impossible to return home the same way again.
Well....at least I brought my iPod and didn't go out in my pajamas.
Because frankly..I don't wear pajamas.
°°°
The year is 2013.
My little tale starts on the third day before my 19th birthday.
The last year of being a teenager.
Needless to say, I was terrified. How dare I age.
These were the times I wished I was Benjamin Button. Aging sucks.
I'm sure you're seeking a name to call me. Usually by now, you'd be getting an introduction, but hey..
that concept is a little overused, so..well..until we get to my name, you can just identify me as the Character Queen, I guess. It's a nickname, you see. Given to me by friends a long time ago.
I liked it so much, it stuck. I should note that I am quite obsessed with characters.
Not just obsessed, they are a way of life. No matter where they come from, I seem to drift into studying all about them and the thing they come from. I'd always win in quizzes and junk and give out all the information needed and not needed about the thing that I was finally just told to shut up.
But yes, although I'm technically a fangirl..arguably the biggest there is...
I'm not exactly a mindless screaming mess that gets overboard with feels and crushes on every good looking man there is. But I do love all the characters, very deeply. They mean more to me than others think. In many ways, they're my friends. Might sound silly, crazy, but there it is.
Back to the story...
It was May 1st when my life as I knew it came to a very slow end.
As usual, I was ecstatic about my birthday.
I had every single thing planned, down to what all we were eating.
Pizza, of course. Always pizza. My favorite food in the universe.
And Pepsi, my fuel. And brownies, always better than cake, so that is my cake.
And Oreos, because Oreos.
Things were still a bit shuffled due to my parents and I recently moving into our temporary residence. Until we could find the house we were aiming for. We were only there for a few months so far, but that didn't stop me from decking my room out in character galore, and painting it all black.
Mom protested, but I promised I'd make it as white as my skin when we left.
The walls were soon overrun with posters and blocked by shelves that harbored all my movies, games, books and action figures. Yes, action figures, I said it right, praise me.
In substitute for the Batsymbol shaped wall lights I wanted, I simply put up some twinkle lights that ran all around the room. In the middle of my ceiling, I hung a small disco ball.
Don't judge me, it's shiny, okay?
I wanted to paint a solar system on the ceiling, but alas, another thing I had to wait for.
I love the night time, you see. Space fascinates me.
The stars, the galaxies, the planets, everything.
Night time has it's own level of magic. So much better than boring old day time.
And there's no better way to enjoy the night time than to go out and stare at it.
(..see, what'd I tell you, I ramble)
I have a hardwood floor that I like to slide around on and harm myself.
I have a long..inch..TV that I inherited from my parents. A tiny fan called Holmes.
A karaoke machine that I don't karaoke on. And ALMOST every game system there is.
There are a few I am yet to collect.
To go along with that, I have a mini library worth of books, a gamer's paradise of a collection, most consisting of classics and considered more to be "kiddy" games since I don't often attempt to delve into the adult ones. And in the case of my movie and TV show collection, I could open a theater and people would still be seeing new stuff by the time I'm 30.
I also have a large assortment of stuffed animals and character plushies, ranging from cute finds to amusement park game winnings. A lot of these said stuffed animals consists mostly of penguins, because, well..I have an obsession. I also am a penguin.
Science has not proven it yet, but the evidence is there.
You. Do not laugh. This is serious business.
I should mention that I own something called a dog. No, not a cat. A dog.
No. NOT CAT. DOG.
I'm not a cat person. In fact, I hate cats.
*hisses at you as you hiss at me*
And cats hate me, so it's fair.
I should also mention that I hate coffee..just thought I'd get that straight for everyone.
My former bed was a mess, so I found a new black iron set at a yard sale and decked it with black pillows and blankets because beauty. Of course, I laid my Batman and Spider-Man comforters down for sleeping purposes. Bats and Spidey happen to be my two favorite supes, don't chya know.
Dearie me, I do believe I'm over-explaining myself in this first chapter, but hey.
Life goes on.
As I mentioned, it was rather busy around the house as we prepared for the big day.
I was mostly mentally preparing myself considering I was the one getting old and I don't wanna get old, so I was most certainly too distracted to realize what had been consuming the news all morning.
I nervously opened my eyes, nervously stared up at the ceiling for ten minutes, nervously got out of bed, nervously stretched, nervously went to the bathroom, nervously went downstairs, nervously greeted my mom a good morning, nervously ate breakfast and nervously returned to my bed to nervously check my facebook like the morning paper. I have one set up for family and another set up for my internet-- ahem, sorry-- LONG DISTANCE friends, and I only always go on there, and nothing local ever appears on there, so no, I still wasn't paying attention to the news.
Where I live, everything is boring. Nothing at all special happened for or to us.
That means we're also safest..in terms of natural disasters, that is.
Hardly any tornadoes to speak of. In fact, I've never actually seen one in person.
One skipped my house when I was little, but that's about it. They're not common in the slightest.
Neither are hurricanes, earth quakes, big floods, landslides, ice ages, tsunamis, voodoo, clown sightings, dinosaurs, sasquatches, wild raves, alien invasions, the President, ninjas, actually attractive men or extra cheese pizza. We play it safe.
So you can imagine my surprise when mom suddenly rushed into the room and alerted me that there was an alien invasion. Okay, close. There was a UFO sighting.
A UFO siGHTING.
AN ACTUAL FLIPPING UFO SIGHTING.
Yes, I screamed. I jumped off the bed, chips flying everywhere, giving Molly, my dog, quite a buffet. My mouth crammed with cookies and candy, an unintelligible language escaped from it as I scrambled towards the TV and desperately fumbled with the switches.
Then I remembered..crap...I don't get cable in my room.
SO, downstairs I scrambled, speeding across the living room to the TV.
Mom soon joined me and we watched in shock as the reporter gave out all the information they could about the situation. According to the report, a strange light was seen in the sky that almost seemed to appear out of nowhere, with a strange mirage shimmering in mid-air, as if it were cloaking itself, and all the while a peculiar sound filled the air as whatever it was landed down to the ground...
into the very same park I was intending to have my birthday party at.
Everyone rushed to the park that day to see the spectacle, but found nothing.
So now, it was being treated as a hoax.
My eyes turned to mom, who sank disappointingly.
While I was excited beyond all sanity, she was displeased.
"Great, now there's going to be tons of people."
Yeah..see, unlike me, my mom doesn't really believe in aliens or X-Creatures of any kind.
More spiritual stuff, yes. God and angels and demons, of course, but also ghosts and witchcraft she knows are very real. But the rest? Mere hoaxes. People pretending, dressing up as this or that.
Maybe even some scientific accidents, who knows.
It's very rare, I find, to have someone like me out there, who believes in the existence of everything.
My head turned back around and I let out a hand to gesture at the matter.
"That's what you're worried about, ma?! This is a legit alien sighting in our very own town and you're worried about people crowding my stupid party location?! Barnacles, woman!"
"It's not stupid, you stop that! Your party is special." "BAH" "Oh bah yourself!"
"Bah indeed, I'm gonna go find it!" "Find what?" "Find the ship!"
"(insert my first and middle name here), don't you dare. Not by yourself."
"MOM, I AM LEGALLY AN ADULT."
"There's going to be all kinds of sleazy weirdos out there, I don't want you going by yourself, don't argue." "THEN I REBEL." "Against your mother who loves you?" "REVOLUTION."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." "Mom, please, I won't go during the day when there's people, I mean, ew, people, you know I hate people. I'll go later at night when it's just me."
She slightly turned her head as she stared at me skeptically. And I slightly turned my head, trying to look as cute as possible. "..You'll bring a friend." "My guardian angel is my friend."
"(Insert a scolding drawn out version of my first name here that every child ignores cuz the parent is clearly cracking to their will)"
I intensified my cuteness.
She fell into the trap of my adorable 12 yr old looking face.
And she sighed, "Fine. Don't be out long, and DON'T talk to anyone who shows up there. And one sign of trouble, you come right back, alright?" "Sí, me madre."
I bowed, goofily.
She groaned and walked away. I grinned and ran upstairs.
~ ~ ~
There are certainly pro's and con's to being an adult, my friends..
wait, scratch that, you're not my friends..you're strange people I don't know..
that I'm sharing all my life's secrets with, ugh..
Long story short, I have a sort've job, kinda.
Not work-work, but kinda work..
I'll explain later. Much later. We'll pretend it's work for now.
And that work would be at Toys R Us.
Even though I love Toys R Us, all these gross adult responsibilities are gross.
Sucks to be me. I'm such a childish sort, I have no business being an adult.
I mean, I really don't fit in their world. So like, why aren't I getting options, you feel me?
BTW, I want an attic room. I don't have an attic room. It's a little bit like an attic room, the one I have, except it's not. I'm a little bit guilty of loving certain old-fashioned things.
Like typewriters, one of which I have sitting up on my writing desk, and drive-in theaters, legit old theaters, mansions, pizza diners, CDs, record players, old phones that you can slam down in anger.
Ah, the good old days...
In case it wasn't already obvious, I'm a writer.
And when I actually can afford to get a camera and get a camera, then I'll finally be a legit filmmaker like I've always wanted. For now, I write. It's a hard road to wanna be both, yet be stuck as only one.
I'm KIND've an internet-famous writer. And by 'kind've', I mean not at all, but shush, stop interrupting me. Okay, so in case it also wasn't obvious, I'm not like other girls.
For reals, I'm not. I know they say that a lot, but I ain't.
I hate makeup and dresses and heels and pink and actually a lot of cheery things with bright colors and kittens. I'm most certainly the furthest thing from prissy. I'm still a girl, by all means, you can tell I'm a girl and there are certain girl things I can't avoid cuz I'm a girl.
Make no mistake, even though I love dark, hardcore stuff, I have my moments of squealing over certain adorable things. Yes, this girl here has a slight soft spot.
I'm no fool, there's major cuteness out there.
But also don't make this mistake, even though I'm not a priss, I'm also not a tomboy.
Don't call me tomboy.
I'd be considered a tomboy, yes, but I'm not. Basically just call me a tough girl. I'm a new branch.
..I'm just weird.
I'm a fighter, solve my problems through harsh manners.
Maybe a little too aggressive, but people still love me.
I have a thing against bullies, let's say.
Have a past with them. This set off a lifetime of me being who I am, basically.
Inspired me to push back the pushers and put them in their place.
If I start rambling again, just say taco, K?
Moving on from the subject, and onto me going to my not-job at Toys R Us, the day was absolutely INSANE. People were in a massive bloody panic, which somehow found it's way to there.
Like toys are really gonna save ya, people, come now.
On the plus side, I was paid a major bonus upfront, since the amount of money the store was receiving was quite ridiculous and I can be a hard worker when it comes down to it.
The bonus was mostly because I inherited 3 more jobs, on top of mine, since 3 out of 5 of my fellow employees had nervous breakdowns over the amount of people and the UFO sighting combined and up and bailed. The job was left to me and sweet old Brian and Clive.
Brian being an incredibly nerdy dude with spiky dark hair and thick glasses and ghostly white skin as pale as mine; Clive being a very chill, collected sort of fellow with a crew-cut and chocolatey brown skin. I think I'll leave you guys guessing awhile longer what exactly my true name and hair color is.
Not to mention my eyes- eyes are important.
My poor Beetle (which really isn't mine, technically, quite yet, umph, explain explain) fell victim to the massacre out in the parking lot. Alas, it was brutally harassed with eggs by treacherous juvenile hoodlums. I'd punish them, of course, as you know now it is my natural way.
But unfortunately, in my world, when you enact vengeance upon such revolting foes, you yourself get punished. Which is hogwash.
("Taco") ((okay))
Anyway, like I said, Beetle and I went through a hard day. It's so funny how people go on and on about how something isn't real, but when one little old sighting is reported, everyone loses their minds.
(..I see what I did there)
After leaving, I rolled the Beetle aside to wash him down and had 'im filled with gas, while I went on a snack spree. Several candies and cookies and chips and about three Pepsis. I spoiled myself.
Finally, I returned home. I changed into one of my very random character shirts, a comfortable pair of black cargo pants, a black hoodie and naturally, a pair of black combat boots. Always boots.
Mom and dad were busy by the time I got back, so I proceeded to get ready without bothering to eat dinner and saddled up for the trip to the park. Twas almost 10 o'clock at night, so I doubted that there would be really any activity at all by the time I got there.
I remembered that I still had a video recorder in my backpack a co-worker left behind, so, welp, yeah.
They'd understand, it's for science.
I left the car at home since the park wasn't too far away and I began to go on my way to where the sighting was...sighted.....lemme reword that.
I walked to where the UFO sighting was last reported. Or sighted. Leave me alone.
Okay, let's be clear. Until that night, I never went anywhere by myself at night.
I had never actually done any of that before.
My parents are really cautious about me going off on my own, bless their souls, especially..ya know..
searching for aliens and such...so this was new for everyone.
As I said, the park wasn't far. Only took me about 10 minutes to get there.
Once I arrived, traveling across the small parking lot, I equipped myself with the recorder, a flashlight, and my baby eagle. The first thing I shined my light at was the trees to make sure the invaders weren't like monkeys. Despite using the light, I already can see things pretty well in the dark, unless it's totally pitch black. So I already scanned the area before me for any movements in the shadows.
With one hand, I held the flashlight pointed at me as I fastened the camera to a harness thing I had borrowed from my brother, that was strapped to my chest underneath my hoodie.
Trick I learned from a fab Youtube series called Marble Hornets.
Check it out, meatloaf.
With that, I hit 'record'.
I trudged myself off the cement ground and onto the grass. Ahead of me was a pavilion with about four picnic tables and eight benches sitting underneath it.
Near the pavilion was a tennis court (gated, of course, or should I say, surrounded by high wire fences).
Next to that was the playground, which had swings. ♥
Beyond that was woods. Which kind've discomforted me, but hey.
I had already spent the first five minutes of being there, checking the playground, the pavilion, the court, and the parking lot for clues. A quick walk-around and scan of the flashlight can actually be pretty quick. You'd be surprised. The last area to check was the field that consumed most of the park.
Very wide. Lots of ground to cover.
I started towards it..that is...until I heard a car coming.
My teeth tightened as I clenched my body's movement to be still and I quickly turned around in time to see a white convertible park close to me.
note: the dudes within the car turn out to be absolute cabbages, help me.
No sooner had the car parked that a tall dude stepped out of the driver's side, decked out in a fancy white suit, fancy white dress shoes and was holding a white glistening suitcase.
yuck..white...so...cheery. T_T
On the opposite side of the car, a plump midget hopped out from the passenger seat who, too, was dressed all in white, with a fancy white trilby atop his obvious bald head.
Despite there being no rain, he pulled out an umbrella, pressed a button at the handle that released the item so that it pointed to the sky, and he waddled over to the tall dude and outstretched his stubby arm so that the rather long object hovered over the man's head.
The umbrella, of course, was white.
The mysterious oafs had a real thing for the color white, what was this.
As I mentioned, the driver was tall, well built for a man looking to be in his 40's, had unrealistically fluffy blonde hair, his eye color grayish, his skin partially tanned and his face reminded me of an Austrian bodybuilder. IDK why. He was ugly, though. but like...blonde. >_> *shudders*
The midget, as I mentioned, was bald. Had huge brown bug eyes and was quite odd looking, almost inhuman, I'd say. His age could be guessed to be the same as his companion, if not a little older.
Seeing the two reminded me of a boss man and his henchman, so yes, I felt like I was in a scene of a movie. They were like Dr. Frankenstein and Igor, Dracula and Renfield, Mr. Roarke and Tattoo?
They looked around them, conveniently bypassing me, and soon the tall man stuck his fingers down his shirt pocket to pull out a cigarette and brought it up to his lips, where the midget pulled out a lighter, reached out and lit the bottom. Oh look, idiots.
"Where the *beep* is he?"
Oh look, an even bigger idiot than I assumed.
And yes, beep. You will find there's quite a lot of beeps cuz there's quite a lot of idiots out there that's incapable of talking all civilized like me. Primitive wretches.
I mean, yeah, I use minor replacement slain, but shuddup.
There's gonna be peeps out there who use much much worse than me and I don't wanna be around them, but alas. Still, there's already tons of language out there, so count me as your official filtering system. Anyway, back to the show.
"I don't know, " The midget answered, his dark eyes moving towards the field.
"He better not be pulling any games."
His eyes returned to the tall man and he abruptly pulled out an expensive looking cell phone and held it up to him. "You should call him."
The man's eyes fell to his lackey and without hesitation, he took it, very soon dialing a number and bringing the small device to his ear, removing his cigarette. Clearly they were waiting for someone and were getting impatient and for some reason, this was very interesting and I was still watching.
A loud beep echoed in the night air that even I could hear, and the blonde man instantly began to yell and curse up a storm. "SPENCER! Where the *beep* are you and your equipment?! I'm sitting out here in the *beep*ing cold and you're not *beep*ing here yet! You told me you'd be! You and your friend better not be playing games! If you're doing this because of him, I swear, I will *beep*ing end you, you little *beep*! I don't give a *beep* what you're doing, just *beep*ing get here!"
He hung up and put his cigarette back into his double filthy mouth.
LORD HAVE MERCY, I HAD WALKED INTO AN R RATED FILM,
WHAT WOULD HIS MOTHER SAY.
As soon as I got home, I would be cleaning my ears out with lots of soap,
my poor endangered innocence.
Blondy McBlonde Blonde huffed angrily and stuffed his strong hands, along with his phone, into his pockets. Blondy then removed a hand and grabbed hold of his strip of doom once more between his index and middle fingers and removed it from his mouth as he exhaled a deadly cloud of smoke, causing his lackey to choke. Why is my species so stupid.
He tapped his shoe impatiently and shrugged his shoulders. "Where's the spaceship, you think?"
"Most likely cloaked." "huh...they could also have left by now."
"Unlikely...IF this was even true. Which would make sense if we don't find anything, that this was just another hoax." The short man shook his head towards the ground. "God, I hope this isn't another hoax."
The fellow shortie seemed to be deep in thought... I mean, I'm not THAT short..I'm 5'5...but still..and compared to him, this was the first time in my life where I towered over another adult.
IDK why, but something suddenly clicked inside the two's heads and they suddenly swung their magical flashlight directly at me. I flinched.
They stared with widened eyes, both from shock and paranoia.
"Hey, you!" The short man yelled, speaking like a mobster, and he blinded me as he flashed his monstrous beam right at my face. This was my time, time to be me.
"Hey, you." I shot back, counterattacking by pointing my light at his face.
He darted his eyes away with a twitch and shielded them with his stubby arm as he grimaced.
Blondy snatched the light from the stout man and took over the interrogation, charging forward a step.
"Who the *beep* are you?!"
"WHAT the *beep* are you.." The stout man added under his breath, rubbing his eyes with his fists.
I raised my brow and put a hand on my hip. "Is that any way to address a chicka? If that's how it is, then I'm not acknowledging you until you learn to talk properly."
There was a pause. "Of course, of course, where are our manners?"
The stout man's eyes moved up to the tall man, as if encouraging him to behave.
The tall man glanced at him, then back at me.
"What are you doing here?"
I shifted and folded one arm, still pointing my light at the two.
"I'll answer your questions once you answer mine, considering YOU two are the more suspicious ones here." They exchanged offended glares. I stepped forward.
"Who are YOU two..and what're you doing here?" "Don't answer her." Blondy advised.
I shrugged and turned. "Your loss."
Seconds later, I heard a click. I halted and turned my eyes back to them.
Blondy now held a gun at his side. I see.........
It looked like a pistol. Well, I had something better.
I pulled it out and made an effort to make an even louder cocking sound.
This took them by surprise. Okay, but they challenged me, so..
"Ok then..if that's how you wanna play.."
I turned back all the way and faced them,
"Unless you guys wanna be spitting out bullets, I suggest you start talking."
Yeah....these guys were obviously no joke....excellent.
The short man narrowed his eyes in unsettling silence. His lower lip pouted in thought and his face twitched, irritated like. "....fine...you win, kid."
Blondy put the gun away. The midget shifted and sniffed.
"The name's Smit. I'm a faithful lackey to this here boss man, Cornerstone Corner."
My mouth cracked into a smile for but a second, right before he pointed at me and hissed,
"Do NOT laugh!"
He sneered, while his boss man gave me a most intense, almost emotionless stare.
I was 100% certain these two were mentally cussing me out.
"We're professional alien hunters." Blondy revealed. ALIEN HUNTERS? O_O
Oh my..play cool, play cool.
"Alien hunters? Really? Cuz you sound more like mobsters." He again gave me a stare.
"Now answer OUR questions." Smit growled. "Who are you?"
I shrugged, shifting boredly.
"Nobody special. Bit of an alien lover. Came out to see what the panic was about."
Instantly, they groaned. "Tourist."
"Um, no, I'm actually-" "Don't get in the way."
I rolled my eyes to them, "Same to you."
As if I no longer mattered, they turned their attention completely away from me and headed back to the car. They popped the trunk and reached inside, where they started to pull out random techy stuff.
"Ugh, can't believe we have to use this outdated crap.." Smit groaned, soon starting to set it all up.
I was slowly advancing towards the field, glancing back at the two only a few more times before completely turning my attention to ahead of me.
All around me was darkness, so you could imagine everything to see was black and empty.
I scrambled about the field, feeling around trying to put up with the cold, foreboding feel the field was now harboring. It was pretty big, so I had a lot of ground to cover.
I was hoping to run into something big and hard, but I was failing. If the aliens could see me in the darkness, they would see that I was making lots of grumpy expressions, huffing and groaning as I changed directions and waved my arms around as if performing some awkward interpretive dance.
I just wound up walking in circles for several minutes and I felt utterly ridiculous.
Soon enough, Smit and Corner came along to ruin my fun, scanning the area with their stupid equipment. The scanner appeared to be almost like a satellite and went in tight rotations, trying to detect something that seemingly did not belong.
I got tired of going in circles and eventually plopped down and laid on the grass as the two idiots passed me. I now was staring right up at the stars. Beautiful little white dots scattered across the sky, keeping the gorgeous looming moon company. Everything seemed so much more closer that night.
More alive. I felt as if they were welcoming me and encouraging me to reach in and touch them.
I also had another feeling... a feeling as if someone, something, was nearby.
Not those two.........something else.....and I felt watched.
I couldn't decide whether this felt cool or terrifying. Something in me felt like..
I was almost meant to be here..and a part of me was almost awakening.
Or maybe it was just all the blood rushing to my head talking.
Speaking of talking, I swear, Corner doesn't know how to talk.
Almost every word that came from his mouth was a cuss. Beep this, beep that, pardon my language.
It was hard to concentrate whilst being so irritated. And Smit was no better.
They were like cursing machines.
So whenever they talked to me, I made an effort to address them in big long important words which they at times had trouble understanding, so they wound up feeling stupid and talked less afterwards.
Leave it to me to make people feel uncomfortable.
Well, the both of them were quite peeved, to say the least, that they weren't finding anything.
I, too, was disappointed that there was such a great lack of clues. Evidence of any kind.
But I think most of the irritation for the supposedly professional alien hunters was that the mysterious Spencer hadn't showed up yet. Well, maybe if you didn't curse the guy's EAR off.
After awhile, Corner and Smit became too agitated to sit still and began pacing.
Sooner or later, their impatience got the better of them, if there was any better to speak of.
Corner straightened himself, taking a swig of his cigarette, causing me to roll my eyes from 10 yards away, and he looked down to his short companion. "That *beep* Spencer hasn't showed up. I'm beginning to think he never will. We can't stay here all night, more idiots will show up. I say we pack up and head out. They're either gone by now or this is just another *beep*ing hoax."
good lord, do you even know how to use words.
Smit nodded in vulgar agreement and pretty soon, the two were disassembling their equipment and packing them into the car. Good, I wanted to be alone. I turned away.
They jammed the last of their junk into their trunk, by the sound of it, and I heard a car door open and close. But not a second. This led me to realize that one of them was still out and about.
That's when I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approach from behind upon the soft grass.
I turned and shined the light at Smit, directly back on his round little pumpkin face.
"Impatience overwhelm ya?"
He grimaced. "Look, kid..in the future, leave this kind've stuff to the professionals. Stay where you're in your own sorta area and tweet about Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber and Twilight and all that crap, capiche? Stop getting in the way."
I made a very complex expression. "Who in their right mind tweets about Miley, Justin and Twilight?"
"Fine, play with your makeup and chat with your friends and have parties, and lots of boyfriends."
My expression intensified. "Dude, you're not getting me at all."
His face became grim. "This is a warning."
My brows rose. The way they rise when someone just had the nerve to come at me.
The way they rise when I've been challenged and my Viking instinct is too strong to hold back.
"Are you threatening me?"
"Friendly reminder, honey. Things happen to people who butt in on business not their own."
"Boy, you've no clue who you're talking to."
His face had a new darkness to it that lingered there for several seconds as he approached me closer.
"Neither do you."
I wasn't one to just up and take a dis like that and let someone get away with it. Still ain't.
Almost immediately, I got up close to him and peered down at him with narrowed eyes.
"Well I guess we'll have fun underestimating eachother, then."
He half smirked. He was clearly still ticked, but now seemed amused.
Apparently, I became a challenge.
"Let's be clear..I will continue to visit where I want, when I want, who I want, without anyone doing a single dang thing about it. If I wanna go out and find some aliens, I will find some freaking aliens. It's my right as a living, breathing individual in this universe to find out what's out there. And I will. But for my own self. Not to prove it to others or tell the world. I couldn't care less about them. Or what they think. My opinion on the matter is the only one that matters in the case of believing. And I swear, Bilbo, if you threaten me again, I will roll you up into a ball and throw you through every single circle shape I can find in this park. Capiche?"
I expected Smit to give yet another well-deserved death glare..but nope.
He grinned. Quite wide, I might add.
"I like you, kid. You got spunk. Could use that in more dames."
He tilted his hat and winked. ew.
"Be seeing you, toots."
He backed away and turned to leave as I stood up straight again. "Same to you."
I replied sarcastically, mentally grinning at my calling him a toots without his realizing it.
He walked away without another word, grunt or glare and got into the car.
Once he was in, Corner started the vehicle and backed it away.
After a few turns and such, they were finally taking the road to leave the park.
I rejoiced and ran off back into the field to continue my search.. this went on for half an hour.
There was no trace. Absolutely no trace.
Eventually, I found myself just standing in the middle of the field and looking up.
That's when it dawned on me...what if they DIDN'T land? What if they were hovering??
.....that would make sense.
Like a child trying to catch a balloon escapee, I began leaping up and down and highfiving the air, trying to reach out and touch an invisible hunk of metal or whatever material aliens use, but after going about this for roughly five minutes, I saw now that this was just yet another ridiculous idea.
Like..no. Just no. Come now, Sarah. You are the reason aliens wanna kill us.
If aliens were watching me, I'm not sure what they'd even know what to make of me.
I was getting tired and frustrated and about to call it quits before something suddenly caught the corner of my eye. I looked and saw a car riding from the distance, towards the parking lot.
Not another one. I mentally sighed.
The black camaro pulled up into a space, not far from the one Smit and Corner reserved, and I breathed disapprovingly, deciding to walk towards it and greet the next annoying alien hunter who had come to ruin my fun. But what came out from the drivers seat was certainly not a jerk-off ugly oaf at all.
Out came a young Asian male, looking to be about my age, with black spiky hair, smart looking glasses that gave him an adorkable nerd look and was dressed in a black shirt, dress pants, and a grey hooded jacket. But remember what I said about us not getting any attractive men out here?
Yeah...this guy was attractive. Which hole or cave had he crawled from, I demanded answers.
In case you're wondering what my type is, it is strictly dark haired dudes.
I also have a thing for Asians. We don't get many of those. Attractive men and Asians are as common as unicorns. Topped with UFO sightings and getting threatened with a gun, I was spoiled that night.
He noticed me in no time, staring at him in the darkness, and he nervously smiled with gleaming white teeth and sent out a little wave. This took me by surprise and I nervously smiled back, waving slowly.
I took a deep breath and advanced towards him the rest of the way.
He nodded at me as I grew closer. "Hello...sorry, you startled me a little..I wasn't expecting anyone to be out here.." He sheepishly placed his hands in his pockets and tensed his body up, obviously nervous and a little effected by the cool air. Which I was not.
I smiled a little as I shrugged my shoulders uneasily. "Sorry 'bout that, I was just...ya know.. checking to see if there was anything..which sorry to say, there's not." "Probably..these things are unfortunately often hoaxes." I made a lopsided frown. He looked around a little bit before returning his eyes to me and finally smiled and reached out a hand, "I'm Spencer."
!!!
Well then..
I took his hand. "I'm S----S----Sher----Shhheeerrrrloooccckkk...uh.......Sherlocka..Hooolllmmmeeess....eeeeee............Sherlocka Holmese."
I nodded as I shook, appearing quite certain of myself.
He almost busted out in laughter, but seemed to wanna play along.
"Well then." He said as he cracked a smile. "Nice to meet you, Sherlocka. It's a pleasure."
I smiled uncertainly now and stepped back, looking off towards the field for a moment.
"..So you're the one Smit and Corner were waiting for." His eyes looked to me as if a sudden spark of fear had taken over him. "..They spoke to you?"
I nodded. He gulped. "Yeah, well..I'm sorry..if they said anything inappropriate or threatened you..I deeply apolo-" "No sweat, I can handle it, bro." He sagged.
"You don't strike me as the type to tag along with them. How'd you get entangled with the two oafs?"
His eyes fell to the ground and he took a deep, thoughtful inhale that silently escaped as an exhale.
"Me and my bestfriend..we're huge fans of monsters and aliens and all the weird things out there, you know? Ever since we were kids, we've been going out there and trying to find them..monsters are more of his thing, aliens mine..but he's the only one who's ever believed me..and he helped me.. even with the equipment I built..well..sooner or later, I got the attention of Smit and Corner Cornerstone-"
"Freeze, I thought it was Cornerstone Corner?"
"..They sometimes speak in military terms when it comes to their names. It's Corner Cornerstone." "...That's even worse. Continue."
"..They threatened me if I didn't stop looking, that something would happen..I didn't have a chance to listen..when I came home the next day, they were there while my parents were out, and searched my room. They found my equipment. Said if they could use it to hunt aliens, then they'll eventually let me off the hook...well....as long as I helped them.."
I sighed. "And you don't wanna."
He slowly shook his head. "It's wrong..they want to KILL aliens, and I just want to find them. Learn more about them. Not take them apart.."
More sighing. He turned to me. "My bestfriend told me not to give them what they wanted. He found out something about them and he hasn't told me. He just called tonight and said that no matter what, DO NOT give them what they want. Well..I haven't heard from him since..I still decided to listen and purposely not come when they called me."
I swallowed hard. What had I just walked into. Adulthood is dramatic.
"hm..well..you did the right thing. Maybe us three can get together sometime..the threatened trio."
He looked up at me. "You mean..you believe, too? Like, REALLY believe?!"
I raised my hands up. "Guilty as charged!"
He jumped with excitement. "DUDE! I've never met a girl who's believed before!!"
"When it comes to the unordinary, I believe it all, bruh. Simply because it's different."
"OMG, I LOVE YOU." "CALM YOURSELF, WE JUST MET."
He grinned and laughed. "Uh, sorry...didn't mean for it to come out like that. I, uh..don't date, let's just say." He raised his left hand and showed me his...PURITY RING.
I gaped and jumped to him and raised up MY left hand.
"DUDE, NO WAY, I HAVE ONE, TOO. AND SAME."
His eyes enlarged. "Holy smokes!! This is absolute fate!!"
"Heck yes, it is!!"
He laughed again, "Um, yeah, just to be clear, you're not my type. No offense."
"None taken, I got chyu." "BUT my bestfriend would most likely ADORE you. You're totally his idea of a dream girl."
!!!!!
"Well that was fast."
He chuckled. "Sorry..he's just really lonely, even if he doesn't admit it. He's pretty quiet about that stuff..so I'm always on the search for him. I don't want to see him depressed, you know?"
I tilted my head, "That's sweet of you, Spence.."
He curled his lips back and suddenly delved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a notepad and pen.
"Look, this is awesome, and I know it's rather fast, but if you still want to meet up, here's my twitter, facebook, email and phone number..whichever you have, please contact me."
Once he was done writing, he handed me the paper and pushed up his glasses with a cute little boy smile. I took it, examined it, and put it away with a grateful nod. "Thanks. I'll try these out tonight."
He nodded back, happily.
I tensed my body up now, slipping my hands into my own pockets.
"Well...I should probably get home.."
"Yeah, you should..Smit and Corner might come back."
I straightened myself up. "Gonna use your equipment?"
He looked back at his car, "Yep."
I looked away. "You gonna be okay, right?"
"I appreciate the concern, but don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
famous last words
My eyes returned to him and I once again smiled. "Be seeing you then, Spence."
"Hey, wait, you want me to give you a ride home?"
"Nah, I got it. Walking's fun. Thanks anyway, bro."
I started off into the darkness before I was abruptly ceased by Spencer's sudden words.
"Can I at least get your REAL name, Sherlocka?"
I quietly chuckled to myself, then turned around, facing him with my bright blue-green eyes, my dark brown hair blowing in the wind, held high by a tightened ponytail.
"Sarah. My name's Sarah."
He smiled warmly at this and gestured sweetly his goodbye, "Night, Sarah."
With that, I left, traveling down the road that would lead to the path back home.
There you have it. Sarah.
Sarah Demens, the Character Queen, at your service.
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