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Kiko and Carly pushed their super-suits to the limit, flying so fast after the fleeing alien probe that the wind roared in their ears like a hurricane, drowning out every other sound.

‘We’re gaining on it!’ Kiko shouted.

‘What?’ Carly shouted back, cupping her hand over her ear.

‘I said-’ Kiko stopped herself, aware of the futility of a repeated attempt. Instead, she positioned herself so that her mouth was by Carly’s ear. ‘I said, “We’re gaining on it!”’

Carly gave her a look. ‘I can see that, silly!’

‘Well . . . just watch yourself. It’ll probably start shooting at us once we close in!’

In the distance, the alien device whined like a stricken jetliner, still leaking a plume of smoke, it’s grotesque head partially caved-in, one of its arms missing, a leg hanging by a few wires and spinning crazily like a remnant of a ruined wind-chime caught in a gale.


The two girls checked their pace as a bright flash and puff of white smoke burst from the enemy probe. At once it began losing altitude-

‘It’s going to crash!’

‘It’s heading right for that old shed!’ the two cried together.

With a sickening crash and splintering of wood boards and beams, the alien intruder ploughed into the ramshackle building like a stricken pigeon being hurled through a glass pane.

As the two stopped, landed, and began approached the smoking, ruined structure, they stopped stock-still. A grotesque limb raised itself from the rubble, shaking as though palsied, grabbed onto a length of shattered beam and began hauling itself upright-

The two girls watched in silence as a heat-ripple coalesced into a tongue of flame. Suddenly, a hideous scream tore the air, and for a moment the probe’s limbs worked frantically to pull it to safety- to no avail. It gradually stiffened as it was enveloped in flames, and with a gut-wrenching sound like a last cry of despair, ceased to move altogether.

‘You don’t think-’ Carly said, frowning.

‘- that it was alive? Or that something alive was inside that thing?’ Kiko finished for her. She shook her head. ‘I don’t know. But- let’s not think about that right now. Right now, let’s go rescue Yelina.’

You are the alien.

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The following comments are for "When Worlds Collide II- Part 40"
by msg

you've been out for a while. Nice come back though. It is very discriptive in comparison to the others you have writen. I also loved the honest human emotions displayed in the last bit of banter. You are getting better through out the development of your story. Keep it up. I anxiously await the comming installments.

( Posted by: crackpotpoet [Member] On: May 9, 2006 )

Hey, hey!
Hi, Crackpotpoet! Glad to see you're still in the land of the living.

I've been busy looking after some mid-sized cats. Got a pair of genets, too. My genets are the size of house-cats, and look like a cross between a cat and a ferret.

Oscar the ocelot had taken over my life for about a month. He wanted his bottle every two hours or so, after which he demanded to be picked up and held. Failure to comply with his demands automatically set off a heart-wrenching wailing, as though you'd suddenly become a neglectful ogre.

Here's what he and his kin look like:

( Posted by: msg [Member] On: May 9, 2006 )

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