Free Feel Again by Fallon Sousa Page B

customary for guests to appear at
various homes unannounced at that particular time of the
year.
    “Of
course not,” said Arhtur, laughing as he put his arms around
Maggie’s broad waist, and pulled her closer to him, silencing her
with a kiss.
    Little did they know it was
to be their last, for just at that moment, the door barged
completely open, and, with what they then saw, their embrace ended.
Maggie, who was not at all the type of person to expect the worst
from any situation, let out a scream as she was stabbed through the
chest with a strange device that more or less resembled a fencing
sword, only made of a surprisingly sharp, clear rubber material
unlike anything known to earth. The last thing she saw, as deep red
blood poured from her wound and onto the recently polished floor,
was something that she would never have dreamed of seeing in her
worst nightmares; a robber.
    At the
sound of her scream, Arthur suddenly dropped the gold star on the
ground, shattering it to pieces. He did not even have time to react
to the loss of his beloved wife and soulmate; his Maggie. Nothing
could have ever prepared him for the sight that now presented
itself before his very eyes. He had never imagined in his entire
life that anyone would ever want to rob him. After all, he was not
a rich man, but a simple carpenter; the husband of a
school-teacher.
    Pieces of the broken star
were now sticking straight into the leg of the eerie and strange
man who was standing next to Arthur, holding the same weapon an
arm’s length from his head. The man then penetrated deep into
Arthur’s left eyeball with the sword, its unusual chemistry more
powerful than anything known to Earth and to mankind. His life
force drained from the socket, as the strange sword had penetrated
his brain. Blood spilled over the floor and spattered the walls at
high velocity. Both Arthur and Maggie were dead on contact with the
wounds which this foreigner bestowed upon them.

Chapter Two
     
     
    Once they had assuredly
reached their demise, the strange man, who was, in fact, quite
pleased with himself in that he had just killed his targets without
any sort of mercy for their fates as he granted them, took on his
true form, which was even more frightening than the one which he
had presented to the Davidsons as he murdered them in cold blood.
In his flexible, clear armor, his electric white skin could have
blended with the falling snow outside. His orange hair contrasted
with that of his five-year-old daughter, whose wavy mane was a deep
shade of royal purple. However, they, as all others who shared
their genetic material, shared the same bright yellow eyes. Others
from their home bore irises of other hues, many of which were
equivocally eccentric and generally bizarre.
    He was from an
extraterrestrial planet called Zebda, where the primate beings were
unable to feel emotions in such a way that the humans of Earth did.
For centuries, the Zebdians had been desperate to acquire the
Earthlings’ ability to perceive emotions, particulaly the human
emotion of love, which they knew to be the most powerful emotion of
all that had ever existed.
    “My young daughter,” he
said, turning to the child, “Come with me, and test the antidote
for coldness on this young foreigner.” He and his people had
devised a plan to later extract this antidote; this cure, from the
boy someday, when the time was right.
    It was
then, as he approached the stairs, that he noticed how his daughter
had been watching the boy all this time. Having left his bed some
time ago, he had unknowingly seen his parents killed, as these
strangers had now come to realize. The tiny child was standing at
the bottom of the stairs, his fragile hands clenching on to the
cherry banister with all of his might, as if his life depended on
it. It seemed as if the boy was under the illusionary assumption
that the strange and ruthless man did not have the power to
obliterate the young boy just as he had done to his mother