Here is my #fridayflash debut with a stunning photograph by Amy Goodwyn.
Heather
I don’t know what makes them different, what makes them Them and us Us. But I know that they are different, most of Us do. With one look, just one, I can tell. Maybe it’s the spark in our eyes that we have and they don’t? They walk the same, talk the same, but they’re as far from human as I am from whatever they are.
Nothing like in the movies. There wasn’t any huge spaceship or bright lights or weird signs burnt in corn fields. They just came, out of nowhere, and they stayed, whether we wanted them to or not. No one died, no one was murdered. The population just grew.
People noticed in little towns at first: a thousand became two thousand. And in the big cities, the traffic jams and rush hours became so intense, people just stopped going to work, thinking the government would do something if the economy went down again. But no, the President and his people, did absolutely nothing. But the ones who came from space did. They took our place, they took our jobs, they took our lives. And then, people, real people from Earth, got pissed off. And things started to move, to happen for Us.
Me and Cam drive back from one of those secret meetings that only real people can attend. We’re pumped, jacked up about how we’ve been duped, how NASA brings weapons to kill aliens on space shuttles ‘just in case’ but never tells the population. How we’ll win this invisible war.
Then, we see her.
She stands by the road, waiting for a ride, almost innocent. Tall and lean, she looks like any twenty year old girl I’ve ever known, but she isn’t. One of Them. She smiles when we stop, first at me then her eyes shift to Cam behind the wheel. It takes a second, just an instant, and we know what we’ll do. Our own rebellion, mine and Cam’s. Together.
She gets in the back, thanks us for our kindness, and we drive off. She talks about how where she’s from, everyone is always helping each other. We say nothing, we can’t exchange a word with her. Her voice, distorted, unnatural. Unnatural, that’s it. Not Us, Them.
I’ve never thought about Heaven and Hell until they came. If we’re good and do as we’re told, we go to Heaven. If we’re bad and evil, we go to Hell. Do they get buried or smoked into ashes? Do they even have souls?
When Cam drives through the entrance to the underground parking garage, she suddenly stops talking. Her voice freezes in her throat, her breath catches in the air. She knows what we’re going to do.
She doesn’t move, doesn’t flee. She accepts it. How very inhuman of her.
I know Cam has a gun in the glove compartment, someone gave it to him for what we’re about to do. It’s charged and ready for to go. But where do you kill someone who isn’t like you?
Cam drives deeper underground until no one’s around. We’re all alone, the three of us. The radio’s gone static, the noise unbearable. I switch it off, annoyed, fingers sweaty.
Cam parks the car in the darkest corner. I look in the rear view mirror and watch her. She stares back at me with her glassy eyes, follows me out of the car and waits, docile. Cam points the gun to the wall, so she moves closer to the wall. And then, it happens.
My heart gives a twinge, my breathing is too fast, my eyes go from the girl to Cam. He feels the same, I can see it by the way he studies the concrete at his feet.
Do it, he says with his eyes, giving me the gun with the barrel pointed down. Coward.
I think that maybe holding the cold steel, the ever powerful object, would make me feel better, feel human. It doesn’t. It’s heavy, and my hands shake under the weight.
I’ve never done it before—I never thought I would. Take a life, decide the fate of someone other than myself, take away something that isn’t mine. And yet, this girl deserves it. She took something that wasn’t hers, she invaded an entire planet. My hometown, not hers.
I look through the sight of the gun, even though she’s standing a few feet away from me. This is too raw, too real. I point further down the wall, making her turn around, and she faces it, waiting for the final blow.
I know we have to do it, not just for ourselves, but for mankind. We have to do it as a gesture, as a protest, as a way of getting ourselves heard.
Blurry Girl by Amy Goodwin
Dread, the end of it all. An urge to stay alive, the instinct of being, to dream, to take another breath. To fight, to stand, to believe. Do they feel? I don’t think so.
“Heather? I don’t think we should…”
I shoot her, hoping to end the nightmare. The body falls, Cam cries, and I smile.
Anne Michaud 
June 23rd, 2011 at 3:27 pm
Love the last line! That smile. Great job with your debut, Anne! Welcome to the #fridayflash crew!
June 23rd, 2011 at 3:38 pm
Thanks so much, Danni:)
June 23rd, 2011 at 5:09 pm
Great insight that they can only determine themselves as human and therefore different to her with the feel of steel in their hands and through murder. Welcome to the community!
June 23rd, 2011 at 5:24 pm
Thanks so much for stopping by, Marc:)
June 23rd, 2011 at 5:17 pm
Love the story! I saw the end coming, but it was good.
June 23rd, 2011 at 5:25 pm
Thanks, Sonia!
June 23rd, 2011 at 7:30 pm
Welcome to #FridayFlash! Cool debut. 🙂
I was wondering throughout your story how we could consider the aliens as a metaphor for the faceless crowd that goes by life without life in their eyes. You know those crowds walking robotically in big cities?
I liked your take on passive aliens, and I wonder how could humans get rid of them without shooting everyone! Also, you got me thinking as to what are they. If feels that they look like humans, but soulless.
June 23rd, 2011 at 7:35 pm
You make me so happy, Mari – I made you think further than the written words!! Thanks for the warm welcome, you all seem like a good bunch:)
June 23rd, 2011 at 10:13 pm
Cools. Love the idea of being rubbed out by numbers and not by violence, yet it creates violence. Ceasar Milan says Animal, Dog, Breed; I say Animal, Human, M/F lol 🙂
June 24th, 2011 at 7:48 am
Tammy, you’re the Alien Whisperer… lol:)
June 24th, 2011 at 1:38 am
Nicely done and a little creepy. You’ve got the atmosphere just right.
June 24th, 2011 at 7:48 am
Thanks, Gareth:)
June 24th, 2011 at 6:10 am
Great debut! A bloodless alien invasion… well, bloodless until the backlash!
June 24th, 2011 at 7:49 am
Thanks! I’m thinking of a sequel, actually…
June 24th, 2011 at 8:32 am
Wow! I loved it! And I want more of this world! Excellent debut!
xo
Hunny
June 24th, 2011 at 9:02 am
Thanks, Dana!!
June 24th, 2011 at 9:41 am
An incredible debut. This is haunting, not just because of the tension but because it’s such a believable, frightening idea. Where is the line between us and them? Yikes. So very yikes. Well done.
And welcome to friday flash!
June 24th, 2011 at 9:53 am
Yay! I’m so glad you liked it – I was incredibly nervous about this one….
Thanks, #fridayflash people are so great 🙂
June 24th, 2011 at 10:56 am
Welcome to #fridayflash!
I’d guess what makes them ‘Them’ is coming from another galaxy and some different evolutionary path. No reason one couldn’t get along with such folks, superficially. If they’re pests, shooting might turn things worse.
June 24th, 2011 at 11:24 am
Thanks, John!
June 25th, 2011 at 10:41 am
Nicely done, and I like the choice of photograph. I wondered throughout whether there was really an invasion or Heather was delusional. Could “Blurry Girl” mean she isn’t seeing clearly?
June 25th, 2011 at 11:26 am
I like how you think, Tim… Heather just might be insane, too.
June 26th, 2011 at 12:53 pm
That was awesome, very insightful and thought provoking. As different as each of us are, i wonder just what does make us human and where our soul comes from. I have one, but i can’t say that you do, maybe…you’re one of them.
June 26th, 2011 at 1:00 pm
You got me there, Jason. This story is an urban legend on my planet!
June 26th, 2011 at 1:10 pm
Nicely written. The story has a great sense of the us vs. them and a deliciously dark feel to the story. Especially when the them takes no actions making it all the harder to sympathize with taking their life. (Really liked the characterization of odd way the eyes look and subtle differences in the voice that identify the others.)
June 26th, 2011 at 1:13 pm
Thanks so much, Aidan! I do add a little darkness to everything I do, must admit:)
July 1st, 2011 at 8:38 am
I’m a week late as usual: you’ll get used to me doing that! (Welcome to #fridayflash). What a fantastic debut. Your story is very emotional and interesting whilst remaining surprising and unexpected. The rythm is particularly good with the repetition of the “us” and “them”. That worked for me. Having your mc smile at the end was a great choice: it suggests posibilities that would not have been available otherwise.
July 1st, 2011 at 8:41 am
Thanks so much for coming over – late or not, you’re always welcome… especially when such praises are bestowed:)
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