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The Pick Up

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Introduction

The Pick Up Darkness. All encompassing darkness. The moon is absent and not one star stains the sky. It's the night a late model Ford Fiesta refuses to continue its journey to the safety of it's home. It's the night that the little car's life passes from this realm to automobile heaven on a long, dark stretch of desolate road. The driver curses violently as the lifeless automobile coasts to its final resting place onto what he hopes are the shoulder of the road. It's difficult for him to tell in the absolute pitch darkness. Hesitantly, he turns the ignition, praying that the engine had merely stalled. His hopes are shattered, as there is no response from under the hood. He tries the key again with more urgency, and yet still no signs of life. "It's dead Jim." He mutters to himself. The driver, Derek Clancy, hits the steering wheel one final time in disgust. Derek, a former high school football star, lets out a string of curses before exiting his four-wheeled prison. "That's the last time I volunteer for anything." He growls remembering his offer to fill in for a co-worker whose wife was very pregnant at an out of town branch of the video rental chain that Derek is employed by. "Midnight in the middle of freaking nowhere..." kicking the Fiesta as he surveys his surroundings, running a hand through his sandy brown hair. ...read more.

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Derek struggled beneath the man's grasp but could not get loose. Suddenly, the man let go and slammed on the brakes causing Derek, who was not wearing his seatbelt, to fly forward smashing into the front window. Blood flowed freely into Derek's eyes from the many cuts in his forehead, obscuring his vision in a crimson haze. He winced as he felt the old man grab him by the hair roughly, then all went dark as Derek's head smashed repeatedly into the dashboard. Derek lay unconscious for what seemed like an eternity. His first signs of consciousness returned as the passenger door to the truck swung open. He found himself once again in the old man's grasp and dragged roughly from the vehicle. The light grew brighter as the man dragged him closer to the ship. Derek tried blinking away the blood that was flowing from his forehead. He noticed through blurred vision, a trio of small beings with large dark eyes and oversized heads. "What do you know they do look like the tabloid pictures." Derek mumbled as Farmer Nixon drops him sharply to the ground. The aliens were no more than a meter tall and greeted the old man in a language that made Derrick's head spin. The old man replied using the same bizarre dialect. One of the aliens turned toward Derek and regarded him with no hint of emotion from those ebony eyes. ...read more.

Conclusion

"They've been hunting us for Heaven knows how long." When the sounds of the feeding frenzy had faded, Derek lay still on the floor and surrendered to his exhaustion in a fitful sleep. An unknown amount of time passed before he could muster the strength to rise to his feet after the witnessing the grim spectacle. He peered through the opening and glanced again down at the blood soaked arena, when suddenly the door to his cell hissed open. Three of the reptiles stood at the entrance. One of them stalked in and savagely whipped its massive tail striking Derek in the midsection, dropping him instantly. Derek was awash in a sea of agony when a stabbing pain lanced through his body. Whom these shape shifters who have been infiltrating Earth's population, watching, waiting, had already replaced. How many people in places of power? Maybe one of them is the president, which sure would explain a lot. Maybe the tabloids may have been right all along, but Derek will never know. Nobody knows yet, but maybe someone will find out and stop them. And how would the people of Earth battle such a powerful threat? But now as their aliens razor sharp teeth inch towards him, the stench of death wafting into his nostrils, only one thing is certain in Derek's mind. "I hope that shape changing twin of me doesn't hit the damn lottery. I hope that alien is stuck in that stinking minimum wage job for a long, long time..." Derek screams as the beasts tear mercilessly into his flesh. ...read more.

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