Hours later the roar of what sounded like a 747 landing on his patio shook
him awake. The deep hum of an engine vibrated through his body. Looking up, he
saw a fireball scream across the sky, trailing smoke.
“Jesus.” As he watched, the fireball crashed into the earth.
Not thinking, he jumped off the lounge and ran towards the garage.
Whatever that was had landed nearby and people might need help. Knowing he
might find carnage at the crash scene, he shut the reality off in his mind. They were
so far from town, it would take Fire and Rescue forever to get out there. That was,
if they could even find the site without help.
Most people stayed out of the woods at night. It was much too easy to get
lost if one didn’t know the land. He checked his hip pocket for his cell, grabbed a
small first aid kit, then ran to the garage. He started the four-wheeler and raced
towards the accident.
Whatever crashed wasn’t hard to follow—the path it left was as wide as an
eighteen-wheeler. Shawn maneuvered around brush and broken trees that had been
demolished in the crash. He skidded to a stop, jumped off his ATV, and ran
through the smoke that drifted listlessly through the trees.
He walked into a nightmare.
There in the clearing, with its back to him, some sort of creature stood by a
small circular disk-type craft. Its skin tone was a muddy brown with reddish
geometric patterns. Its skin echoed the pattern of the leaves and trees around it,
much like camouflage.
Shawn gulped. Whatever it was, it was not human. It jerked around as
Shawn skidded to a stop, his feet sliding out from under him. He landed on his ass
at the creature’s feet.
It looked male and was very tall. His body was heavily muscled and covered
in an array of things that Shawn assumed were weapons. Shawn’s wide eyes stared
at the creature’s booted feet, and then traveled up powerful thighs encased in a
tight matte-black material that showed every muscle and bulge.
His thick brawny chest was clothed in a sheer, black material that fit snugly.
Shawn’s journey ended at the blacked-out shield that covered its face. And what
were those things writhing against its back, coming out of the back of the
creature’s helmet? Was that his hair? Since when did hair move?