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05-15-2017, 09:15 PM | #51 (permalink) |
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Things are about to get even weirder...
Chapter Three The Pandoras - That's Your Way Out “Holy shit!” yelled Ronald Reagan, the President of the United States of America, as a large blast created a hole in the ceiling of his office. As the rubble and dust from the explosion began to settle, three figures dropped down into the office through the hole, and two of them began to walk towards him. The third figure ran to the door, pulling a tube out of one of their coat pockets. They then put the tube up to the wall beside the entrance and squeezed it, creating a glob of a strange sort of gel. Moving the tube horizontally, they left a thick line of gel across the doorway. The president, utterly bewildered, backed away. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked, raising his hands. Retix stepped forward, shaking gypsum dust out of her hair, and replied “You can put your hands down. We’re friends. We just want to talk to you for a moment.” The figure by the door pulled an odd looking device out of their other coat pocket, and connected it to the gel with two wires. Pressing a button, the gel suddenly seemed to solidify. The President squinted through the thin cloud of dust still enveloping the room, asking “You fucking kidding me? You expect me to believe that you’re friends? Then why the fuck did you fuckers blow a fucking hole in the fucking ceiling?” Retix laughed, replying “Sorry about that. It was easier to teleport to the roof than directly to your office. Less of a chance of you getting injured than if we tried an interior jump, and had to do a material push right next to you.” The figure by the door made more lines of gel across the doorway, and solidified them. On the other side, the President’s security force tried desperately to kick the door down. However, the strange material held it fast, and their efforts were in vain. Taking a closer look at Retix, the President could see that her skin and hair were of an inhuman color and texture. “What’s wrong with your skin?” he asked, taking a step back. “I’m not from your planet,” answered Retix. The President laughed in disbelief, replying “Oh, you’re from another planet? So you’re an alien? Come on. You really expect me to believe that shit?” Rather than respond, Retix simply pulled a strange device out of her pocket, before reaching forward and grabbing one of his hands. As she did so, the others in the room gathered around her. The President tried to break free of her grip, however he soon found that she possessed an inhuman strength that could not be fought. “Let go of me, you freak!” he yelled, continuing to struggle as best he could. Retix smiled and pressed a button on the device, enveloping the room in a bright flash of light. As the flash faded, Retix let go of the President, and he stumbled forward in confusion, colliding with a strange wall of light. They were now in Retix’s warehouse, standing next to a teleport beacon that lay on the floor, similar to the one that the aliens had originally used to warp to Earth. Around them, the beacon was projecting a cube of light, which had protected them from merging with any nearby obstructions. A green light began to glow from a node on the beacon, and the cube of light flickered out of existence. Without it’s support, the President fell forward onto the floor, hitting his face on the concrete. “Fuck!” he yelled, as he slowly got back to his feet. Gesturing to the alien technology surrounding them, Retix smiled, and said “You believe me now?” The President looked around, realizing that he was no longer in his office. “What the fuck… Where… How…” he stammered. Grabbing a nearby chair, Retix pulled it forward and offered it to him, saying “Relax. Take a seat. We’ve got a lot to talk about.” The President raised his hands, replying “Fuck that. Fuck you. You cocksuckers just kidnapped me, the President of the united fucking states of America, and you expect me to cooperate?” Pushing him into the chair, Francesca glared at him through a slightly annoyed smile, answering “Just sit down, shut the hell up, and listen.” Retix shot a disapproving glance at her, saying “Don’t harm him.” Facing the President, she added “I apologize for this inconvenience, but we have urgent news that demands your attention. Until we speak with you about this matter, I’m afraid that we can’t let you leave. However, if you cooperate, I guarantee that you’ll come to no harm.” Fixing his suit, the President looked around once more, realizing that his only chance of survival was to play along. “Alright,” he said, regaining his composure. “You’ve got my fucking attention. You said all you wanted was to tell me something, right? And then I can go free?” Retix nodded. The President nodded back, continuing “Then lay it on me. Better be fucking important though, you fucking psychos.” Pulling up another chair, Retix sat down across from him, while clearing her throat. “Well,” she said, “I suppose I should start at the beginning…”
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