Chapter Three: You found me!! (Part II)

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Mishiida Alexander

“Never give up your Love. Give up bad habits, bad company and bad advisers.”

Chapter Three: You found me!! (Part II)

Curiosity leads to new discoveries and every new discovery leads to new curiosities. The thirst for more and newer knowledge is inherently unquenchable. The more one tries to satisfy it more one gets lost in intrigues and wiles of unanswered questions.

We are following a strange visitor from some far off world, a visitor who is hotter than the sun we are walking under right now but who is opening up one mystery after another. We were still struggling with the first question itself, “Who is she?” and now we have a “What is she?” and “Where to is she?” making a mockery of our cranial capacities. Only one thing is certain, she is not human even if she looks like one.

As she walks majestically across the sands dragging her two boxes behind her we cannot help but ask, “Lady would you mind running? We are thirsty. We don’t know what you want, but we want water.” But she cannot hear us so it’s no use whispering to thin air. We may as well continue following her.

Finally after a couple of long hours of following her through the deserts we come across the first sign of shrubs and a lake. We notice a small building along the side of a small dirt road. We are not sure though if we are glad that she’s noticed it as well. As she’s walking towards the building we notice a small sign board saying, “Charlie’s Motel, Morgan SA.” We follow her to the front of the building. She walks up the two steps and stands right in front of the strong wooden door. She stands there for a while as if trying to understand how it opens. She tries to push it but it doesn’t move.

“Let me help you,” a voice startles us from behind and she nearly jumps around to see who it was.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the elderly gentleman says as he turns the door knob and holds open the door for the lady.

She walks into the building leaving her boxes on the ground. A man emerges from the room behind the counter, “Howdy! What can I do for you?”

Paying no attention to what he is saying, she starts looking around the lobby and checking the sofa’s lined up against the walls, the paintings on the walls, the pottery items and other things.

“Excuse me Lady! Can I help you?” he repeats his question but his words are falling on deaf years or so it seems.

“She’s a bit queer,” the elderly gentleman remarks, “I held the door open for her and she didn’t even say thanks, leave alone greeting.”

“Perhaps she’s on weed or something. We get some real strange ones over here,” the reception desk guy remarked. “What can I do for you though? I’ll deal with her later,” and the counter guy became involved in dealing with the elderly gentleman while she continues checking the surroundings. Her gaze is finally fixated to a painting of a girl and a boy playing together, as if lost in some other space and time. A couple of tears line up the edges of her eyes, stay there for a few seconds and then shamelessly glide down her soft appearing cheeks and fall on the sofa by her legs and another question is added to our ever lengthening questionnaire. Where her tears fall, they burn the mattress as if somebody has poured acid over them. Infact, at close quarters we can actually smell the mattress burning. What is she? We ask ourselves, scratch our heads and as we look at her face again a couple of tears again appear in her beautiful blue eyes and for the first time we see her face distort in emotions, as if trying hard to control them from overflowing.

“So Room no 12 is all yours mate, straight up the stairs to the left,” we are distracted by the conversation between the old fella and the reception bloke.

“Cheers mate,” the old fella says and is about to leave the counter when just like us and the receptionist, his attention is attracted by the news item being broadcast on the radio:

“Earth is under attack! The aliens are finally here, or so it seems if the police officials from Renmark are to be believed. A police team investigating a brutal assault incident in a local bar in Barmera were in for the shock of their lives when they found themselves hunting a high speed vehicle allegedly being driven by the assaulter. The police team soon found itself facing the assaulter who has been identified as an extremely powerful six foot tall beautiful looking girl with sandy complexion and black coloured tattoo marks around her blue eyes. The girl in question is not just another ordinary human being rather the police would like us to believe, she is bullet proof. The entire police team was allegedly knocked unconscious by a strange weapon of alien origin by the girl in question. The Captain of the team was accidently injured by sfriendly fire when a bullet ricocheted of the girl’s body and hit him in his leg. It is being said that the current communication crisis resulting out of the destruction and de-orbiting of most of the satellites was perhaps a ploy by the aliens to blind us about their arrival. Both ASRI and NASA have been informed of the situation and a team each is being quickly dispatched by the two premier agencies. Meanwhile people are advised to look out for anything or anyone strange and inform the police immediately on one of the following numbers.”

The receptionist and the elderly gentleman both look at our strange visitor.

Meanwhile she has finally decided it’s time to move on and has turned around to leave when we notice the hand of the receptionist moving below the table, searching for something. He finally pulls out a gun from a drawer and points it straight at our visitor from outer space.

“Hold it lady! You are not going anywhere! You move one step and I will shoot!” he says at the top of his voice.

She looks straight in his eyes. Everybody stays silent for a few milliseconds while we are wondering if this guy has gone crazy. Didn’t he hear the news? She is bullet-proof!

She walks a couple of steps towards his.

“Stay right where you are!” he shouts at the top of his voice. His hands start to shake, his voice begins to tremble, his face becomes flushed and we can notice sweat on his brow, and so can she. She smiles at him, turns around and walks slowly and majestically out of the door, her hips swinging from one end to another, her long legs stretching forward in those high heels. She grabs her boxes and is on her way again. The poor guy collapses on the table in front of him crying like a girl, as if some bully just snatched his lolly from him. We rush to catch up with her.

As we are walking through the few houses in Morgan we notice an old man picking bottles from rubbish bins and putting them in his gunny bag. She walks up to him. As he is looking at the strange visitor, she takes the empty beer bottle he is holding in his hands, smells it, licks it and then starts eating it.

“Wow! What are you?” the old fella asks what we’ve been trying to find out for a whole day now.

She looks at him and then at his bag, notices more bottles inside it. She stretches out her hand and holds his bag in it as if asking “Can I take it?”

The old fellow does not say a word and simply lets the bag go. She hold the bag in her hand, then she swings her right hand in a circle in front of her body, kneeling down on one knee at the same time while she stretches her other leg behind. She pulls up her hand vertically in front of her mouth as if trying to play “The Train” with her thumb resting below her chin and her first finger touching her nose. Perhaps it’s the way people of her kind respect their elderly.

She starts moving again, towing her two boxes behind her and the gunny bag containing her favourite food hanging on to one side. And we continue tailing her as she walks across the hot dessert without caring for the heat, without the need of water. Thankfully the sunset is not too far now and we are eagerly awaiting it.

After walking for another hour she finally stops and pulls out her gadget again to see if she is still heading in the direction she wants to. We step a bit closer to have a look at the vibrant screen of what looks like a mini computer when she suddenly turns her head and looks at her feet. We jump on our feet and nearly a mile high in the air. There below at her feet is a big king brown snake fiercely bitting at her right foot, or at least it is trying it’s best. After all, it’s the attitude that counts, doesn’t it?

She looks at him for a moment, then kneels down and picks it up in her hands. She holds it from near his head and pulls out her tongue and tries to lick it. The snake bites her tongue and she squeezes his face with her thumb and first finger to make it release. She nevertheless licks it and the look of her face says it all. Not addible, at least for her. She disdainfully puts it down and is about to move when she thinks about something and turns back. As the snake tries to make good his escape she grabs it from it’s tail, picks it up in both hands and uses it to tie a knot on her gunny bag securing her food. We notice the poor snake’s tongue sticking out as if someone has just strangulated him. She checks her directions and starts moving again.

Meanwhile the sun finally sets and the darkness starts engulfing the entire surroundings. The temperature around us is falling sharply now and we are wondering what will happen to us at night especially when we are only in our jeans and t-shirt. But she is still walking as if she is a machine and hence tireless.

As we continue following her through the desert we finally come across a spot in the shrubs where we notice a fire burning and a jeep and a caravan parked near it. As we get closer we notice someone lying there in a blanket by the side of the fire.

We slowly sneak up towards the caravan, following what she is currently doing. She hides herself behind a bush and pushes the branches away to have a look at what’s over there and who is it.

“I didn’t kill ‘em.. I didn’t kill em.. I didn’t do anything..” the person appears to be sleep taking.

“I didn’t kill ‘em for GOD sake,” he roars as he wakes up and starts shouting at top of his voice, “I didn’t kill ‘em. I didn’t kill ‘em,” as he jumps out of his blanket and rushes straight towards where our visitor is hiding, and pulls out a gun and fires a couple of shots in the air, “I didn’t kill ‘em.”

She gets scared by his sudden aggressive behaviour and pulls out her weapon and takes aim, but then she suddenly stops. But to her misfortune the burning fire is reflected off her shining weapon and it teases him.

“Someone there? Who’s it?” he says as he moves toward the bush she is hiding behind. He finally sees her and as soon as he sees her, he is left speechless and spell bound. Her own condition happens to be no different. She is looking at him, a handsome tanned guy, about five feet ten, and roughly in his twenties or whereabouts.

After a few moments of silence and awe he finally realizes the situation and blurts our, “Oh! I am sorry! I was just rehearsing my lines for the play I am acting in. Have a look for yourself if you want to,” he says pulling some papers out of his pocket.

He tries to forward the papers to her but realizes he’s holding a gun in his hands. “Oh Sorry! This is fake!” he says hiding it back in his waist holster.

“Oh by the way, I am Alex! Alexander Rai!” He says as he offers his hand to her.

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Chapter Two: You found me!! (Part I)

Content Warning: Mild nudity, parental guidance recommended. By reading further you accept you are not a minor.

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Mishiida Alexander

“It’s a myth people find love. None ever has, none ever will. It’s always love that finds people.”

Chapter Two: You found me!! (Part I)

As a neutral spectator standing outside the confines of our universe, the first thing we may notice about it may perhaps be how crowded it is with galaxies, stars, planets, comets, rocks and gases. The next moment will belong to the dawn of the realization, how lonely everything is among this crowd, everything busy with it’s own lonely monotonous routine. Our lives have so much in common with our universe, of which we are just a tiny negligible part, perhaps mere aberrations of reality.

Lost in our chain of errant philosophies we are trailing hot on the heals of our intriguing guest as she speeds down Stuart Highway, away from Adelaide and deep towards the desert. The speed limit signs exist for dummies and people on road need to learn how to give way to the vehicle coming head on. And the vocabulary everyone is using is not the best one to be taught to a guest. We are sure she’ll have her first encyclopaedia of abuses ready for publishing by the time she gets to wherever she is headed to. A siren distracts us from the road in front as we turn our heads and see a hapless cop car trying to chase this, unknown to them, alien vehicle which is moving at a speed we are sure it might have as well flown to avoid the wear and tear of it’s tyres. The cops give up the chase but we are not impressed, looks like there will be trouble heading her way finally.

We turn around to have another look if the cops are following us when we suddenly bump into the back of our not so friendly friend’s vehicle and fall on our bums onto the road and are dragged behind her was-craft-now-van as it bumps to a halt, thankfully before our bum skin was shaved of our bones unlike our now rag jeans. Didn’t even show the courtesy of letting us know before hand she was stopping, or perhaps being forced to stop. She slowly pulls her craft off the road into the sand.

We walk to the side of one of the windows and peep inside the vehicle. She is sitting behind a wheel which looks more like the handle of a fighter jet in a typical cockpit styled cabin. We notice how a bright green light is flashing in one of the gizmos that forms a part of her craft’s dashboard. She shuffles around a few control knobs, pushes a few buttons as we hear the sound of the engines dying down. She pushes a lever and the door of her craft opens again as she hops out of the craft, looking stunning in her now shorts and top outfit with long high heeled boots. Her hair still tied in a pony tail and her blue eyes showing intense displeasure at the whole situation. She kicks her vehicle as if saying, “You knuckle-doodle!” She pulls out a remote control from one of the rectangular pouches hanging by the side of her white belt and presses a few digits. The vehicle lifts itself in the air, it’s tyres are withdrawn and we notice a single jet lining it’s lower end blowing sand around it into a pit.

It’s all very confusing as we cannot make head from tail about what’s going on. We look at our wrists to check what time it is and we realize we’ve lost our watch. Perhaps it fell on the road while she was waxing our bums, so we check the road but it is nowhere to be found. Perhaps we dropped it in the pub she just been to earlier, where she killed three and a half men earlier. We look at her as she is busy digging a hole and we hope she will perhaps bury herself along with her craft in the same hole although we know it’s hoping against hope. We decide to have a quick dash back to the pub to look for our watch.

In a flash we get back to the pub and the first thing we realize is that all four of them are still alive even though badly injured. The one she had flung back to the wall was only knocked unconscious by her kick collapsing his trachea momentarily blocking his breathing passage, while the two who have a leg each as a part of half a chair sticking inside their chest only have one punctured lung each. They fainted instantly as one of their lungs had collapsed and started to fill up with fluid. The fourth one was one limb less but still alive with a hope of getting his arm restored to his body with restricted movement for the rest of his life. We quickly rush inside where we see a very badly shaken pub owner crying and narrating the incident to the police as his wife is seen comforting him.

“I am telling you officer she was insane. She was something else. The way she flung my good old mate Mike meters behind into the wall with one kick and the way she tore apart the steel frame of the chair, I tell you she is no ordinary woman. She is insane. She didn’t drink wine, instead she ate the glass,” the owner was narrating the incident to the officer.

“That’s fine Stewart, we’ll check all of that in detail when we see the CCTV footage,” the officer questioning him replied.

“I am sorry officer but there is a technical problem with our video surveillance system and the company hasn’t sent anyone to have a look at it despite three reminders. So you won’t get anything from the CCTV footage officer,” the pub owner’s wife added helplessly shrugging her shoulders.

As we are overhearing the conversation while busy searching for our watch, an officer rushes in, “Sir, just heard a call on the radio. A vehicle similar to the one these people have described was seen speeding up north at more than three hundred kilometres per hour on Stuart Highway.”

“Three hundred kilometres per hour!?” the senior officer exclaimed in amazement, “Call for a chopper back up. Let’s not waste anymore time.”

He then turned to the pub owner and said, “Look, we’ll send a forensic portrait artist to you to create a picture of the suspect. You can give him all the details about how she looked etc. We’ll try our best to nab her.”

The pub owner nodded and they all rushed out towards their cars to follow the lead. We just find our watch in the flower vase by the side of the bar and we rush back to the one we were so keenly following a few moments back.

When we get back to her we notice she has dug up a hole big enough to fit her vehicle in it. She hops back onto the vehicle as we wait outside wondering if we should also hop on and have a look and feel of the vehicle from the inside. While we are still undecided as to what to do, she returns towing two huge cases behind her. She hops out of her vehicle and pulls out her remote once again, presses some buttons and her craft sinks into the hole completely. She jumps onto the roof of it and opens up a lid in the middle of it where we notice a small screen with a lot of buttons on a pad below it and many coloured wires around it. She punches some data into the microchip housed in that box, then opens a small circular flap on her left wrist band and rotates a dial inside it and looks like all is set as to the location of her craft as she gets off the roof of her craft and out of the hole.

She opens up a small hatch on the side of one of the boxes she had pulled out and a pipe emerges out of it. We notice a small control panel on top of the box. She punches some data into it via it’s associated keypad and the pipe starts blowing sand on top of her craft. The power packed in her device is immense and it covers the hole in dirt in less than a minute. In fact if we hadn’t latched onto one of her heals at the last moment we ourselves would have been used as a part of the sand covering.

All is now set for her to set on foot we think when our thoughts are broken by a buzzing sound that is getting louder with each passing second. We turn around towards the small town we just came from and we notice two police helicopters fast approaching us. Sensing the gravity of the situation we decide for our own good to walk across the road to the other side and watch the next bit of action from the farther side.

We notice her looking towards the approaching air and land traffic as well, at full throttle with sirens blowing. She slowly walks towards the road, leaving her boxes on the sand, walking slowly with her hands held on her hips, putting one leg in front at a time, majestically, heel first followed by the toes, much like a Victoria’s secret model. She stops right in the middle of the road, standing there with right hand on her hip while left sitting relaxed on her left thigh, her body weight balanced on right leg and left foot pointing straight to us and there we are ready to duck for cover in case the need be.

The traffic arrives in quick time and screeches to a halt in even quicker time.

“Lady, are you out of your mind? What are you doing in the middle of the road and in the middle of the desert?” the officer driving the first car yells at her.

We notice the officer we saw in the pub who was getting her description from the pub owner peeping out of the window and realizing instantly, she’s the one they are looking for. Her clothes, her hairstyle and above all the black tattoo marks around her eyes are a clear give away.

“She’s the one. Arrest her,” the officer yells at the top of his voice.

“Yes Sir!” a young constable replies, hops out of his car, pulls out a handcuff and says, “Lady, you are under arrest for hooliganism, assault, attempt to murder, excessive speeding. You have the right to stay silent. Anything you may say can and will be used against you in the court of law. Please turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

She is however unmoved. She didn’t understand a word he said, nor what he is asking her to do, nor she understands why and what is happening. The officer repeats his warning but when she doesn’t move, two more officers hop out of their cars and circle her. They repeat the warning the third time but when she doesn’t move, one of them tries to grab her arm.

She may not understand the language but she definitely understands when she is under attack, in a flash she grabs the officer from his arm, pulls him above her head and tosses him across the road towards where we are. We duck to escape being bodily hit and turn around to see the officer taking three or four stumbles in sand. Meanwhile the second officer has pulled out a capsicum spray can and sprays it directly in her eyes. She doesn’t even blink while the spray makes the two officers still left standing cry painfully. She grabs the first officer from his collars and kicks him in his groin with her knee as he collapses to the ground and then grabs the other officer and tosses him over his car. Meanwhile the other officers have jumped out of their vehicles and the two choppers have surrounded her with officers ready with their guns. One more warning is given and an officer rushes at her with his stun-gun, but the stun gun fails to have any affect on her. Rather the officer is grabbed and tossed in air as he finds himself seated next to his mate on one of the helicopters holding a machine gun.

By that time the officer in charge has had enough and gives the order, “Fire!”

We close our ears with our hands as we see bullets fired at her from every side while she still stood there in the middle of the road with her hands on her hips. As lead is pumped through the thin air, one of the bullets hits and opens the flap of her waist belt and another bullet hits a button inside it.

In a flash her belt opens up along with the clothes she is wearing and they together fall off to the ground just below her feet behind her heels as the feminine marvel that she is, is exposed to the world. Everyone standing there, including us, feel their jaws dropping down below their knees as we look astonished at the incomparable beauty that beholds us.

“Stop the fire!” we hear the commanding officer give his order as an after thought without realizing, nobody was firing anymore. Everyone had their eyes opened wide and glued to her like a magnet. One of the new recruits however lost control of his finger and a bullet shot out of the pistol he was holding in his hands.

Stuck in amazement, like everybody else, we notice the bullet labour it’s way inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre towards it’s intended target as if even the bullet didn’t want to hit what it was heading towards. Finally after a long delay of a few milliseconds, the bullet finally approached one of her feminine prides to hit it with all it’s might. As it hits her body, we notice two surprising things. Firstly, the bullet lost it’s shape completely on hitting her and ricocheted. Secondly, at the point of impact of the bullet, we notice the sand coloured skin covering her body temporarily ruptures revealing a dark, black underlying hard layer which damages the bullet, before the outer skin grew back again to make her body look like normal again.

The ricocheted bullet hits the leg of the commanding officer as he falls down to the ground in pain, shouting, “Stop firing your idiots.”

“Sorry Captain,” one of the constables who happened to have fired the bullet replied.

Everything has stopped for a moment in the heart of the desert at that time. She finally kneels down on one knee more like an athlete getting ready for a race, opens up a box on the outside of one of her boots and presses a button and stands up stretching her arms towards her sides. In a flash, her clothes jump up from the ground and wrap themselves around her as if she was a magnet and the clothes were made of iron.

The next moment she pulls out her weapon from it’s case hanging by the side of her belt and next moment it looks like we are watching live action with a very slow shutter speed camera. Her hands move so quickly that it appears she has many hands, all doing the same thing at the same time, firing at her opponents. Powerful rays emanate out of her weapon that looks more like a silver plated old fashioned gun. The rays hit officers one by one knocking them out of their senses in an instant. In lesser milliseconds than what the bullet took to hit her, she had knocked down every officer on the ground as the two helicopters too got jammed and came down to the ground in a jiffy.

She goes to the captain who is bleeding from the wound caused by the ricocheted bullet. She kneels down besides him, shows him her weapon then points it towards one of the cars and blows it to shreds with one single hit, perhaps trying to tell him, “See I didn’t kill you!” She then opens her mouth and screams as if she has been hurt by the behaviour of the officers but her shriek is different than the normal human sounds, in fact, it’s different from all the animal sounds as well. It is more like a metallic high frequency radio sound that is deafening. We grasp our ears with both our hands and roll on the ground with pain as we see windowpanes of all vehicles break in unison under the direct impact of her sound. We also hear the painful crying sound of far off animals too as if they are all pleading her to stop. The few birds who happened to be there, try to fly as far away and as quickly as they can but they all drop off from the skies and into the sand as if they were also in pain.

The Captain of the police force puts his hands on his ears and cries out louder than what he did when he was hit by the bullet.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop it!” he screams out pleadingly and we nod our heads in agreement.

She finally lets go, gets up and walks to her boxes, pulls out a small gadget from her pocket and looks at a flashing spot and looks towards the direction it is pointing. She grabs her boxes and starts walking in that direction. However, unknown to her we are still following her.

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Chapter One: The Familiar Unknown

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Mishiida Alexander

“Love is not about what you are to your love. It’s about what your love is to you.”

Chapter One: The Familiar unknown

One of the biggest mysteries about the Universe might not be how it was formed but rather where it was formed. What and where is this big space situated, the one that contains our universe and possibly many more like ours, and why is it there? Is it possible that our universe is just an accidental creation in someone’s laboratory, someone who’s too gigantic to have a measure in any human standards? Perhaps we are too intellectually challenged and technologically imbecile to answers these questions. And as if that wasn’t enough, to make fun of our inadequacies and to put us back in our place, every now and then our own universe throws a surprise at us whenever we try to stand taller than our own heights. The one that we are following right now seems to be none too different scenario.

After annihilating it’s enemies the strange looking space craft headed straight towards the earth. But why earth, why not Jupiter, Mars or Saturn, there were many in it’s way, why not one of them? And who is in this craft anyway? And why were those following it so intent on destroying it? Does this means trouble for earth? As we follow the craft lost in a complex mosaic of questions troubling our limited cranial capacities, we notice the International space station approaching fast. But the speed at which this particular visitor craft is travelling we wonder if it will be possible for any human invention to manage even a single shot of it’s existence or it’s approach towards our earth?

Sometimes we ask ourselves questions we ourselves don’t want to find answers to, but if there’s one thing consistent about life, it would be it inconsistency. It took only one second for the visitor, friend or foe, evil or good, to answer the last one of our questions. As it approached the proximity of earth, blue coloured, irregular shaped streaks of light hit the space station and every man made satellite we could see within the limits of the horizon. The space station was tossed away in a circular motion just like a grumpy boss tosses away your sheets of hard labour straight into the bin with the greatest contempt humanly imaginable. The satellites, geostationary, polar and all, prides of the nations that burnt billions of dollars first creating them and then putting them where they were, they all fell off their orbits like a soldier who was standing guard on a fort wall had just been shot and his motionless body is falling off the edge. It was a catastrophe back down on the earth with global communication blackout. High alerts were immediately sounded around every corner of the globe and everyone wondered if it was a terrorist attack or an attack by one of their enemies. Nuclear armed nations immediately put their most destructive arsenals on standby and everyone concerned with defence, policing, politics and administration was put on high alert.

While the whole world was engulfed in partial blindness, or rather deafness, or perhaps both, what with the eyes that watch our earth and also it’s surroundings all lost in one quick swipe, and the resulting chaos and fear for personal and financial safety gripped every soul across the globe, our so far not so friendly visitor calmly continued on it’s journey. As it entered the earth’s atmosphere, a strange umbrella like structure shot out from it’s front and opened up and around it’s front half. As it approached the earth further, beginning at it’s tip and following the umbrella around, a bright glow developed. The friction of earth’s atmosphere worked overtime to try and burn the alien object and destroy it before it got any closer. Alas nature has it’s limits that can be exploited. The umbrella cut through the friction, protecting the entity it was covering, just like the ones we humans carry around in rain, the ones that we sometimes spin around in jovial mood, tossing the rain drops everywhere in a circular motion. Natural fireworks in all their glory were at display, but they never reached the crescendo we may have hoped. The speed of the alien craft was too much to waste any time.

Once the craft had descended close enough to the earth’s surface it’s speed decreased dramatically and as the resulting friction fell in value, the umbrella was withdrawn. Instead two pairs of wings folded out of it’s sides, the larger ones midway and the smaller ones near it’s tail, much like our aeroplanes. A small rudder projected out of it’s front end, to direct it’s flying direction. We hoped against hope, what the pinnacles of human technology failed to detect overhead, perhaps the old world charms of navigational engineering, the radars, will pick up now. But it was flying too close to the surface making even that hope a long shot.

The craft finally reached the middle of a desert it had been flying along all this while when the one on-board finally decided it was time to stop and take a stock. The pulling over was so abrupt we nearly bumped into it’s back. We would definitely have if we hadn’t dodged to the left at the very last moment to avoid the collision. We end up face down in burning sand. We curse the intruder and turn around. Our sun burning hatefully bright, blinds us for a moment as it stares straight into our eyes from the top edge of the alien craft. We close our eyes for a moment and get up on our feet and look at the alien craft hanging in air a few feet above the ground level as the jets of a hot gas underneath it blow dust vigorously all around and more so in our face as a pit was getting dug underneath by the ferocity of their onslaught. We spit the dust out of our mouths distastefully, swear a bit more and start walking around it towards its rear admiring the intelligence behind something so small as the size of a mini truck yet packing so much power in it and immensely versatile in mobility.

As we approach the rear end we are thrown many feet back by the strong gusts of gases being pushed out by the five bright blue holes it always had at that end but the one’s we had conveniently forgotten. We grab our heads with both our hands to make sure our body is still in place below our heads and it’s not just our eyes looking from a bodyless entity. As we lay there cursing and wondering we notice an antenna protrude out of it’s top and fold out into a dish. It circles around as if generating data and we hear a suction sound, just like a vacuum. Perhaps the intruder is checking the environs for their suitability to it’s kind as we haplessly glance at the hot sun burning right above our heads sapping every bit of water out of our bodies, drying our lips. We wonder, of all the places on this earth, why this desert, why not Hawaii, Kashmir, Gold Coast or even Alaska. At least it’s blowers would have kept us warm in Alaska while we would have snooped around on the intruder.

As we lay still lost in our thoughts and wondering what a monster is going to jump out of the craft, the antenna is withdrawn and we hear the engines dying down. We turn to our side and try to get up when we hear a queer metal sound and we notice a gate lifting itself up open. A stair case slowly extends out of the gate. Our heartbeats become fast, our body hair stands up on it’s edges and our whole body starts shaking with fear, anxiety and excitement, all at the same time. We are excited cause we are about to witness a life form other than humans for the first time, we are anxious to know what does it want from our earth and us, and we have a fear as to how will we fight this entity if it’s intentions are not healthy for human existence. We turn onto our side and balance our torso on our right elbow which is stuck in burning sand. But heat is not the least of our concerns right now. We are more interested and involved in figuring out what is happening.

As we lay there with baited breaths, one long leg stretches itself out of the gate. Before we notice it’s shape, colour and clothing, the first thing that strikes our mind is, how many more will come out now? As the leg lands the foot attached to it’s distal end, balances it’s weight on it, it pulls the body attached to it’s proximal end and in a flash the second leg lands straight into the sand in front of it as the alien form jumps onto the ground.

Our jaw drops from our mouth to the sand to join our elbow as we watch in astonishment the site that beholds us. A clear unmistakable feminine form stands right in front of us and a body that would make the hardest of human hearts melt like cheese at the first sight of heat. As we slowly drag our bodies up on our feet and walk towards and around the intruder to have a better look we notice how the intruder is dressed in a black body hugging suit made up of a shining stuff that looks more like glazed tiles, and also, how those long legs are enclosed in long boots exactly matching the dress in colour with heels longer than a beer mug. The waist has a white belt with a thick box like buckle in the middle, and a holster made of the same material as the belt and possibly housing a weapon, and we notice a couple of more rectangular holders hanging from the belt. The boots too have a rectangular white box each, on the outside near their top ends. However her hands that are covered in black gloves give us the first scary thought in a long last few seconds. Her near six feet frame may be a delight for any fashion designer especially with those killer long legs, but her fingers are too long to make a man feel comfortable if she was to put her hand on his chest. As we look at her face covered in a white helmet, we almost pray she doesn’t support a beard underneath it.

With the right hand, the intruder grabs a thick white band wrapped around her left wrist and rotates it’s outer layer around until we hear a click sound, and the gloves covering her hands start to fold back revealing her gorgeous sand coloured fingers, much like the hot one that we are standing on at the moment, glaring at her. We realize all the length of her fingers was the long nails she was supporting. Our hopes rise again. Once her gorgeous fingers are revealed, she flicks a button on the side of her helmet and the latch holding it below her chin opens up. She bends forward and pulls the helmet off her head while her below shoulder length black hair falls around her face obscuring what we are dying to have the first look at. She presses a button around the helmet and it folds itself into a long thick stick that she folds around her wrist to make into another armband much similar to the one she’s supporting on her left wrist. Her face is still covered with her dark black hair, straight and shining and we get so impatient we nearly try to flick it around her ears with our own hands to have a look at her.

She finally puts her hands around the hanging hair line, pulls it together and looks straight up right into our eyes, as we are spell bounded and surprised at the same time. She pulls her hair together and holds it in one hand and pulls out a pin from a corner of her waist belt and ties the hair into a pony tail, while we are still admiring her beauty which is so human to look at. Her sky blue eyes, sand coloured skin, a nose so sharp that if moon was to fall on to the earth and was to land on it by any chance, it would be split into two halves, so beautiful and so gorgeous. The only glaring thing was the black markings that surrounded her eyes, more like a tattoo but as dark as her hair. She seemed to have no eyebrows but the black design around her eyes made the anomaly unnoticeable. The dark design around her eyes was peculiar that while the inner edges of the designs around both of her eyes were circular arches that extended nearly to her hairline on top and the lower end of the nose at the other, their outer edges were inverted arches that connected with the top and bottom end of the inner arches giving a look of a triangle made of two sides arched inwards and one side arched outwards. But even this anomaly added to her beauty which was other worldly.

While we are standing there lost in our thoughts and staring at her in awe struck amazement, she pulls out a remote control like device from one of the rectangular holder on her belt, and presses a button. The craft that she was travelling in splits medianly in two directions, horizontally as well as vertically, held together only by pole like structures. She presses another button on the remote the stair is pulled back, the door closes and the walls, roof and floor of the craft start to collapse and fold. Finally she presses the third button and the craft joins together into one piece that is the size of a big van. It’s blowers are pulled inwards and four wheels project out, making it a car. She turns around and has a good look around the place. She finally kneels down on one of her knees and grabs a handful of hot sand in it and we suddenly realize that our backs have been nearly scorched by the sun now and we need some water too. However our attention is once again captured by her activity. She pulls the sand close to her nose, smells it, then sticks out her tongue and licks it. It looks like she liked the taste of it as she puts two more fists of sand in her mouth and literally eats it.

As we are still standing there stunned into a stupor, she hops back into her now modified craft, lower it’s side and front shields to reveal the windows and windscreen, and starts driving it in the forward direction. Once again we are left with unanswered questions to ponder on, who is she, where does she come from, is she a human being from a parallel universe or another dimension, or is she from our future, what does she want and who were those who were following her? Our stupor is suddenly broken when we realize she’s fast running away from us. We start following her all over again, making haste to catch up on the gap she has already created between us. We finally catch up with her as she hits the first road we come across after miles of heartless, hot desert.

She starts following the road when a vehicle coming from the other side nearly collides with her head on. She doesn’t care, while the other vehicle skids off the road trying to avoid the collision.

“You’re on the wrong side you bimbo,” is all that we hear the outraged man shout out at the top of his voice as he pulls out his hand and tries to test her counting skills by silently asking, how many fingers do you see? We miss the rest of the fun as we follow our new attraction at a breakneck pace. A few miles on the road, and a few more near hits, she finally arrives outside a small country side town. Luckily she just learnt a few moments back which side of the road to stick to. She stops on the side of the road and starts walking towards the door of a pub. As we walk beside her we notice a bill board on the side saying, “Adelaide – 250 km”. We realize we are in South Australia.

A couple of buildings before the pub, we see a small child playing with a tennis ball. The child sees our friends and realizes she is new in the town. He slowly walks to her and says in his cute voice, “Hi, my name is Josh. Who are you?”

She looks at him blankly. We don’t know if she understands a word he’s saying or not but we look at her looking at the kid and we can make out an unmistakable softness in her eyes.

The kid, not getting a response from her holds her hand and pulls it and asks again, “Are you new here? Do you want to see my mother?”

She kneels down on one of her knees, she stretches out her hand and touches the cute little boy softly like a mother and we notice a pair of eyes struggling hard to keep an ocean of emotions behind the walls which are about to collapse under the immense pressure they are enduring.

“Do you want to see my father?” the kid tries to get an answer again.

A tear rolls down one of her cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” the child asks her now and himself starts to cry, “Please don’t cry. I will call your mom and she will love you. Please don’t cry.” The child tries to calm her and stretches out his hand to wipe her tear.

“Ouch!” the boy shrieks and pulls his hand back as soon as it touches her tear. “That hurt. You burnt my hand, I am going to tell my father about it,” he runs away into the pub crying, and she stretches out her hand to try and stop him, as if saying, “No I didn’t mean it.” More tears roll down her eyes.

She finally gathers herself again, and starts walking towards the pub. Outside it’s gate she notice the poster of a stripper who is in a skimpy outfit, long shoes, a short skirt and a deep neck small top. She opens up the lid of her waste belt box and presses down and holds a button. Her skin tight trousers start rolling up from the edges of her shoes and roll up to take the form of a pair of shorts, while the upper part of her clothing rolls down her neck to form a deep neck top with lower edge receding just above her naval revealing her sand coloured abdomen.

As she walks inside the pub the kid screams out, “She’s the one who burnt my hand daddy.”

“Don’t worry son I’ll take care of her, you go back to the house,” the father of the child manning the bar told him. As the child walked past her, he looked at her with great hatred while she looked at him apologetically and once again a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Now miss I don’t know who you are but you have no right to hurt my child. I am sorry I cannot serve you and I am calling the cops,” the man continued.

She looked at him and then turned her head around to scan her surroundings. It was clear now, she didn’t understand a single word he said.

“Excuse me Miss, I am talking to you,” the man became angry at her unperturbed behaviour after hurting his child.

“Let me handle this Charlie,” a not too nice looking man, skinhead with tattoos all over his arms, neck and back, sleeveless leather jacket, tight black leather pants, long beard and stocky appearance said.

“Hey sexy, what up? Nice tattoos around your lovely blue eyes baby,” saying this he approached her and gave her a slap on her back. To his bad luck, she took it to be an act of aggression. She grabbed his hand, twisted it around and as he screamed out in pain and bent down on his knees, his friends who were standing around the pool table jumped in. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” one of them said as he grabbed a bottle smashed it on a table and launched himself at her in attack.

She stood there, holding his friends arm in her hand, waiting for his friend to get closer and as he came close, one of her legs flew up towards the ceiling to meet his chin in an instant and smash him into the wall meters behind, knocking him dead in one instant. Two of his friends pulled out their guns and fired a couple of shots at her. The bullets hit her and bounced of like lost feathers. She twisted the arm of the man she was holding and pulled it out of his body as he fell on the ground withering in pain. She grabbed a chair made of steel, held one of it’s legs in each hand and pulled it apart into two in an instant. Then next moment, the two separate entities which were once a complete chair rested straight through the chest of the two men who dared fire at her. Their bodies took their time to fall to the ground. Meanwhile she moved towards the bar where the owner was standing, shocked and terrified at the turn of the events, “Don’t kill me please. Take all the money you want but don’t kill me,” he pleaded as he opened the cash counter and put all the money in front of her. By that time his child came back running and saw the dead bodies, he was scared and started crying. He ran straight to his father wrapped his arms around him and started pleading, “Please don’t kill my father. Please leave my father.”

Once again she looked at the wailing child and a her eyes became moist again.

“Here take all my money, but please don’t kill me,” the man pleaded again.

She looked at the money, picked it up in her hands, looked all over it again and again, put it back on the counter and moved towards the glasses that were siting on the bar counter, full of beer and booze. She picked one of them, smelt the contents and took a sip and immediately threw it out. The look on her face told the whole story. She didn’t like any of it. She however put the glass to her mouth again and bit it. She liked the taste of the glass. She picked four of them and ate them in a quick succession while the owner and his child watched in horror. When she was finished she looked around and had a look at the mess she had made and left the pub.

As she stepped out of the pub, she pulled out a small screen from another of the rectangular holders on her belt and punched some data on it and we notice a small flashing dot on the screen. She headed back to her van and got rolling again. Who is she and what does she want that we still don’t know, but we are still following her.

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Introduction

Disclaimer: The following chapter is a part of the new novel "Mishiida Alexander" which is a work of ficition. Any resembles to any place or incident living or dead is purely coincidental.


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Mishiida Alexander

“Everybody falls in love, only a few stick with it.”

Everything that exists in nature has an inherent beauty that marks it’s existence. It’s human nature to find flaws in imperfections that exist within nature, the imperfections that exist to make the nature intriguing as well as appeasing at the same time.

The darkness that engulfs and dwarfs everything mighty and huge, and is interspersed with a few dots of bright spots scattered over a spread beyond the comprehension of any human being, is still beautiful in its peaceful existence and tranquillity of the surroundings. The radio waves that surround the entirety of the biggest of the little to unknown secrets to mankind may sound eerie to the ears of a tasteless scientist sitting in a laboratory testing it, but to a romantic freelancing astronomer, they represent countless songs of love, the huge heavenly bodies are singing all the time, telling their tales to everyone or anyone who cares to listen, or perhaps calling out their loves across the distance. Perhaps their language is different and unfortunately for humans, everything that’s unknown is eerie.

Space is so spacious the only thing that can perhaps match it in size will be a pure heart. But then how many messiahs has mankind known in epochs.

Although it will be gravely unjust to differentiate into corners something whose shape is completely unknown compared to everything that is, but when your existence is so small that the only way you can view something enormous is in complete seclusion of the rest of the eternity, a corner is just the right definition.

There are different things in every corner that give shape and character to it’s presence in the surroundings. The one we are looking at the moment has a huge globoid mass surrounded by a few similar smaller masses with the ones' around it’s edges shining brightly, perhaps being lit by the glow of their mother star. The darkness of the huge mass they were married to for eternity was however blinding. If we turned around, in the distance we would see a similar big mass but something that looked like a dancer wearing a mini skirt and spinning around in quick circles with the spotlight perfectly fixed on it. As we move closer to our new interest, leaving behind the darkness that surrounded the enormity we were standing up to, we cannot help but feel the tranquillity and serenity that spread between the two heavenly bodies and gave the entire neighbourhood an irresistible charm and romance.

As we move closer to our new friend a small dark spot suddenly appears out of the darkness and heads straight towards us. We duck and dodge to avoid the impact as we tumble around in circles and escape the dark rocky substance with a tail made of shiny bluish-white crystals of ice and rock particles. That is an asteroid, heading straight into the back of the mighty dark heavenly body we were trying to comprehend earlier. It’s like someone fired a shot at it’s back when it was not watching. Will he duck or does he have a bullet-proof covering, we wonder as we witness the projectile heading straight into the middle of it’s target without ever breaking the dead silence that surrounds everything surrounding us.

As we are busy watching the spectacle of nature, a beam of shooting light just passes over our head followed by a few quick ones below our feet. In an instant they are everywhere around us, as we turn around petrified and stunned at this surprise assault.

As we turn around we see something that is definitely not natural in make but rather made by something that is originally natural, ducking and dodging vehemently as it tried to evade the light beams that startled us. As it passes barely diagonally above our heads dodging another volley of light beams, turning fast away from us and straight towards the tail of the asteroid, we turn around once again to see the six similar objects following it with one sole intention, it’s destruction at any costs. The ferocity of their attack, the aggression in their approach and the desperation on the part of the one avoiding being hunted told their story without even a single word having been said. They all appeared to be space crafts that looked more like the small cars in appearance without any wings but the size of a light truck. Each one’s tail had five holes that were blowing a very hot gas that was suffocating.

We watch as the one hunted makes one last desperate attempt to duck it’s fate and sails right into the tail of the asteroid. Perhaps it dodged a pack of wolves only to head straight into a Lion’s pride. Or perhaps, it thought the oncoming projectiles were more predictable than those targeting it’s tail, and will provide it extra protection against those following it by making their job tougher. But the hunters were not to be taken in by any tricks the hunted was playing. They knew he had no where to run as they flew around the tail of the asteroid, taking an occasional shot at the one hunted through the mesh of ice and rocks, only to be blocked by one of the latter. But it was a matter of time before the one hunted would end out of space and would either have to surface out again or perhaps they expected it to blow the asteroid to shreds, as the asteroid approached the huge mass it was destined to approach.

As the attackers reached the end of the tail, or rather it’s beginning, they slowed down and spread our but still maintained their direction as if they expected the hunted to blow the asteroid to shreds to escape out and they wanted to avoid any unnecessary damage by the resulting projectiles.

But something happened as the rocky mass didn’t blow up and they abruptly tried to slow down and turn back. At this moment the hunted emerged from the middle of the tail like a rocket that had just been fired vertically above from the tail and it turned quickly towards the assaulters, flying diagonally around the tail in circle as it took out it’s assaulters one after the other in quick succession with single precision shots. It all looked like a teacher distributing examination results to a class of students sitting in a straight line one after the other and nobody had passed.

Four of the attackers were quickly obliterated from existence while the fifth one tried to turn away and fly off towards the edge of the huge heavenly mass. It was hit by a shot of light from the one who had just become the hunter and it looked like it lost it’s navigational ability. It started to head straight towards the dark mass and as it approached the huge body, a glow began to appear around it’s body and it soon became a ball of fire. It was annihilated but the survivor of the hunt didn’t have to break a sweat as the nature did the job on it’s own. As we saw the fate of the attackers unfold and finish, the asteroid arrived the back of the heavenly body and just like the last assaulter, it’s existence began the last leg of it’s journey. The heavenly body did have a bullet proof jacket to protect it from chance assaults. We saw the whole asteroid along with it’s tail burn before it even reached anyway nearer to the heavenly mass. It was a brilliant display of fireworks by the one who never fired anything.

Our interest is drawn to the spacecraft that just escaped the aggressors and we scroll through the space ahead of us as we try to find out where it had disappeared. We finally notice it flying past the edge of the huge body as it is lit by the same light that was lighting the heavenly bodies often referred to as moons by the humans.

We follow the survivor around the edge and as we turn around the edge our eyes are blinded temporarily by the glow of a big star shining brightly right in front of us. Our eyes take a few moments to adjust to the brightness ahead of us and we notice four more heavenly bodies of smaller size than the one we are just sailing past at the moment. On our right side we see a red mass, running away from the pack, as if he had just had enough with everyone in this neighbourhood. Then we notice two small dark spots sitting very close to the star, one towards it’s top left hand corner and the second, slightly bigger that the first, towards it’s lower right side corner. But in front of us is a beautiful Greenish-blue globoid mass, the one the survivor is directly headed to and the one we are now following.

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