Lisa:
Lisa looks at the sleeping figure sprawled out on the bed. She has never felt this way about an individual before. Yes, she had been engaged but Jim was an arranged fiancée. Two wealthy families who didn't want to corrupt their bloodlines with someone who was not worthy. The benefit was that Jim had been successful, handsome, and sexy. The downside was that she did not love him.
Would her parents have liked Rich, she thinks.
She knows the answer is no but they are not here anymore. They only exist in her past. In her memories.
She thinks back to her "wedding day". It was only three years ago but it feels like it has been almost twenty.
She had always been a vain one. Always worried about how she looked. Always worried that she would be 'spoken about'. It was this vainness that held up the wedding ceremony.
At the last minute she realized she didn't like the color of her shoes.
Her shoes.
Everyone stood outside in the decorated yard, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. She saw her mother looking back at her. Jim was standing before the preacher, smiling from ear to ear. He didn't care if it was arranged or not. Then, as the music began to play, she looked down at her five hundred dollars shoes and didn't like them.
She whispered to dad that she would be right back. He sighed and let her go. He always had given in to her. She kissed him on the cheek, the music stopped and she dashed inside the house.
She had climbed the stairs and noticed the skies were quickly becoming very dark. Not rain, she remembered thinking as she ran into her room. This was not going to happen.
Not to her.
Not today.
She entered her room. Found a pair of shoes and began to change.
The screams began.
She ran out of her room to a window by the stair way. She saw multi colored lights raining down, hitting the preacher. She watched as Jim was the next to fall. Her mom was hit next. She watched as her dad began to run towards his wife. He fell.
She looked up and the sky was blanketed with space craft.
She began to run down the stairs. Someone has to be alive.
Someone.
Those damn shoes.....
She was halfway down the stairs when a heel broke. That sent her tumbling down the stairs. Her head hit the hard wood floor and blackness overcame her.
She woke up a few hours later. She was the only one left.
For the first time ever, she was alone.
Her vainness kept her from dying with those she loved.
The aliens killed that emotion that day.
She bends over and kisses Rich on the forehead. He smiles but does not awaken.
She knows she loves him. Most importantly she knows that this feeling isn't because of the damned virus.
She walks to her backpack and look at its' contents. To anyone who asks, the vials of liquid are tea. Truthfully, the contents are tea. However, the ingredients are far more powerful.
The red lined vials consist of the 'medicine' that helps to suppress the alien's virus. When she had met Lois, the red head, her last dose had almost worn off and she almost fell under Lois' hypnotic power. She is scared to think what would have happened to her if she had met Lois before Rich.
Rich had warned her about Lois. He had been able to resist her and Lisa found that she could also. Lois invited her to stay in her room and Lisa felt the power trying to take control of her. She couldn't let Lois know that it was having no effect so she agreed.
They had walked up to Lois' room. Upon entering the room, Lisa remembered how her pussy began to moisten as she watched a young blonde girl ride a cock from a very well endowed young man.
The blonde looked Lisa in her eyes and winked.
Lois strolled to the bed, taking her clothes off. She climbed onto the bed, bent her pussy over the man's mouth and told him to lick her. He did.
Lisa noticed that everyone had green marks except the man. He had red.
Lois looked at her.
'Strip.'
Lisa did.
'Come join us.'
Lisa did.
Lisa pulls herself away from the memory and looks at the blue lined vials. She rolls up her sweatshirt and looks at her green mark.
Rich had explained that, about 30 years ago, he came up with a way to tint his mark. Since the aliens were looking for a man whose mark was purple, this kept him hidden when he had to venture into public arenas. He had explained how the liquid worked but it went over her head.
She rolls the sleeve down. All that matters is that her mark is disguised.
She reaches under some clothes and pulls out a small box. She opens it and looks at the small needle. Rich explained its' contents to her and made sure she understood everything about it.
A definite advantage, she thinks as she places it back in her bag and closes it.
She looks at Rich once more.
"I love you," she whispers as she leaves the room.
She doesn't want to leave him but they both know this is the only way to find out what's going on.
Rich:
A knock on the door awakens Rich. He reaches out for Lisa but she is gone. He expected as much. She wasn't one to say good byes. She just wants to get this over with. So does he.
This has gone on for far too long, he thinks as slips on some shorts and opens the door.
The bartender from the night before hands him an envelope and walks away.
"Uh.....Thank you," says Rich but the bartender just stomps down the stairs.
Rich closes the door and opens it.
