For those who remember me from The Bra Salesman story, I mentioned at the end I had an idea for a sci-fi story. That was three and a half years ago, and I've slowly whittled away at this. If I had unlimited budget and special effects for a porn movie, this is the movie I would love to see. I hope you enjoy it as well.
-BR
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Escape from Earth
Chapter One
The stars hung over him like a glittering, dark blanket that he wondered, or perhaps hoped, would smother him. Adam was leaning against the side door of his worthless, piece of shit car staring at his cell phone. For the past month, every time he had looked at the Change Oil light on his dashboard and kept driving, he knew he was delaying the inevitable day his car would collapse from neglect. Now that it had finally happened on this night,of all nights, however, he felt as though the car had intentionally betrayed him.
The week had started with him oversleeping yet again, so by the time he arrived at work, his supervisor had already provided some empty boxes for him to pack his things. He spent the next couple of days in his apartment depressed and playing video games, but not too loud so that the asshole landlord wouldn't realize he was home and demand the past two months of rent he hadn't paid.
As bad as the week had started, tonight was even worse since this was the agreed upon evening he was to get the last things out of his ex-girlfriend's house. They had broken up a week and a half ago after yet another fight, so pointless that he could no longer remember the offense. Even though she was the one who decided to end it, he was actually relieved. When he arrived at her house, however, his box was already on the front stoop underneath the porch light that was the only light on at the empty place.
As he took the box back to his car, he felt surprisingly disappointed in this anti-climactic finish. It's not that he wanted to get back together with her, he had just thought it would be different, that something... he didn't even know what. That's always been his problem. In every relationship, he always ended up resenting the other person for not knowing him or what he wanted. Looking at this box of the debris of his latest relationship, he realized he was asking others to understand who he was when he didn't have the slightest clue himself. His ex-girlfriend accused him of shielding his heart so much that he couldn't really love anyone else, and as defensive as he had gotten, he knew she was right. No, he didn't want her back now, since there was nothing left there in their relationship beyond the sparks of their initial dates. But he had to admit, at least to himself, how unfair he had been to her.
Instead of driving straight home, which of course he should have done, he had decided to take a late-night drive into the mountains. Being out in the moonlight surrounded by trees and nature had always had a soothing effect on him no matter his mood. He never grew tired of standing under the stars and contemplating the majestic beauty of a trillion swirling stars around a supermassive black hole amongst the countless galaxies. Staring into the incomprehensible vastness of space filled him with awe, with boundless wonder, and with a perspective about the relative unimportance of his problems. However, in retrospect, this drive was probably just a futile attempt to have any type of feeling about anything at all. It was on the way up to one of his favorite overlooks along the winding mountainous road that his shitty car decided to stop working. The stars that had filled him with awe now merely flickered overhead with indifference.
Adam stared at his phone trying to figure out who to call. He had some acquaintances he hung out with every so often, but no one he felt he could call at eleven-thirty at night to pick his sorry ass up out in the middle of fucking nowhere. He hadn't been to his karate class in over a year, due to his continuing financial predicament, so he barely remembers anyone's name. He became self-consciously aware that no one gave a shit about him, not even his parents. His mom died years ago when he was in middle school and he hadn't spoken to his dad, who had been distant ever since, in years. His father definitely would not appreciate any phone call from his good-for-nothing son now, especially while watching whatever crappy late night, basic cable reality show he undoubtedly was watching.
Adam opened his tattered wallet to confirm what he already knew. The four pitiful dollars peeking out were nowhere near enough to afford a tow truck. He certainly wasn't going to ask his ex for help, wherever the fuck she might be, and give her the opportunity for a condescending rant about what a humongous fuck-up he was.
He looked up again at the night sky and breathed in the muggy, summer air that smelled as though it would fill with rain at any given moment. And that, he told himself, would just be the perfect fucking ending to a completely shitty day. He would never seriously consider suicide, but as he looked down over the edge of the hill down into a dark, seemingly-endless series of bushes and trees, he understood why some might want to just take one step and surrender to oblivion.
He heard a few muffled explosions off in the distance, and he squinted into the black sky to see where they might be coming from. He heard the sound of a helicopter somewhere increasing in volume, and off to his right, he saw one particular star become larger and larger until he realized it wasn't a star at all. He had no idea what the light was but watching it veer in impossible angles made him confident it sure as shit wasn't any aircraft.
The ball of greenish light was bearing down on him, and he dove behind his car as the light landed twenty yards down the road from him. The explosion ricocheted in his head as a huge cloud of dust and debris enveloped him. Even through the ringing in his ears, he could hear the roar of a helicopter pass over him and swing up and over the next hill.
Adam was hacking and coughing, trying unsuccessfully to wave dust away from his face, as he staggered down the road toward the center of the explosion. He couldn't see two inches in front of him, which is why he stumbled over the edge of the shallow crater that had just been created in the middle of the road. He rolled along the bottom of the hole and bumped into something.
He reached out and felt something like warm skin. As he kept frantically waving the dust away, he could see from the shadowy outline that there was a person, unmoving and undoubtedly dead, in the center of the crater. "Great," he muttered to the corpse, "as if I really need this shit."
When the other person coughed, he jumped back. Who the fuck could possibly survive that big of a fall onto solid asphalt? With another high-pitch cough, he realized the person was female and he went to what he thought was her torso and reached out to shake her shoulders. What his hands found instead were two massive breasts, and as his fingers rubbed against her nipples, he realized she was topless. He knew he should remove his hands, but her flesh was so soft and his fingers sank into her mounds as if they belonged there forever.
When she groaned, he pulled his hands back and, this time careful to avoid her large bosoms, he grabbed her shoulders and lightly shook her. "Lady? Are you ok?" The dust was settling now, and he could make out her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her eyes, even closed, were larger than any he'd seen, and her tiny nose dipped down towards her luscious red lips. Her skin had a greenish tinge that reminded him of a fresh leaf in early spring bursting to life. Her hair was a deep burgundy like the burning embers of a fire that radiated nothing but pure heat.
Now he could see that she was completely naked, other than two maroon boots that shone like latex with a large pad on each knee and the massive rings on most of her fingers. Her sinewy muscles curved along her svelte, gorgeous figure with two perfect, enormous breasts swaying on her chest. She coughed again without opening her eyes.
The sound of a helicopter racing by overhead jolted him to his senses, and he shook her harder this time. "Hello? Are you ok?"
As he shook her, her eyes sprung open and she immediately grabbed his throat. She was a little shorter than him and her arms were smaller than his but her grip was as tight as a steel claw and he thought he might pass out from lack of air.
