Is this the end? Were we the cause of our demise? Are the answers just more questions? No. This is the end. We were the cause. We let them in. We let them into our homes, our lives, see our lifestyle. This is the end.
A piercing scream fills the hall. Heads turn toward the anomaly. A jet black creature, like a walking shadow, has a baby it's 'arms'. The baby is my brother.
I stare at it as a slimy tentacle appears from it's shadowy body. It touches Layden, my brother's, forehead. He disappears and the creature begins to writhe and twitch. It's replacing my brother. Changing into him, remaking and perfecting Layden's cute chubby features. I remember that I was the one that screamed.
Where are mum and dad? Fuck. I don't know what to think. This isn't the first Birth I've seen. My sister went through it last month. We had to euthanize her, sadly. These alien pieces of shit have been invading for a year. Nothing stops them, even when you are at your Grandmother's party. A happy occasion, ruined.
The hall where this is all happening, is distastefully decorated with splashes of green, red, yellow, and silver all over.
It has to be done, Kayte, you know it does, my conscience speaks. I pat my skinny jeans in search for my hand gun. Another change. Since the invasion, everyone is allowed to carry a 9mm pistol around with them. There are no more gangs. No more racism. The only segregating is toward Them. It is in my belt holster, as usual. I walk to where my imposter brother lies.
Bang. I imagine his pain. His-- it's not him anymore. It doesn't matter to me. It's an abomination.
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"Kayte, where's Layden?" Mum calls from the family room. A lump rises in my throat, I had just barely forgotten about last night...
"Mum," I choke, "Layden... Layden's gone,"
Good job Kayte, you know you did the right thing.
"Gone where? With dad?" she says, waking down the hall to me. I play with my hair, nervously waiting for her. "Well?"
I throw it all at her. "I'm so sorry mum, Layden is with Saylise now. One of Them got him last night. I know I promised I'd keep my eye on him but... but. I'm really sorry. I had to... kill it," as if I had just been running, I started to sweat. Waiting. Waiting for her response. She just stands there. Her long brown hair, messy from housework. Her normal, classy, appearance now a disarray of horror and realisation.
Without any warning, mum drops to the floor, froth spewing from her mouth.
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