Colin Lura
We meet a friend on the bus of death
On our way to Tennessee, I told Allison of my dream about dad. She seemed stunned and sad at the same time.
Her voice seemed shrunken up, “So, he’s still alive? Wow!”
“Yeah he is, but he did say that we are being hunted.”
She nodded. Most of the time we just sat there, until someone threw something at my head; I looked down and saw a paper airplane. I looked to see who threw it from the back of the bus and saw a kid about thirteen; he was wearing a biker’s jacket, with a white t-shirt underneath, blue skinny jeans with a hole on the right leg. I couldn’t see his face because he was wearing a hat, but I could see his lips. He mouthed the words, “Read it,” so I picked up the piece of paper. What it read was: “There are two guys in black suits, they will ask you to come with them. They will say they are FBI, but don’t go with them, because they are not really FBI. In about thirty seconds we’re going to stop; everybody’s going to get off, but them and us. As soon as they get up, I want you two to duck.”
I told Allison about the note. As soon as we stopped, I told her to duck when they got up. While we were ducking we heard gun shots. When it became silent, we got back up and saw the two guys dead. I saw the kid who gave me the note. While he took of his hat, I saw that he wasn’t a he. He was a she, with turquoise eyes, set into a nice broad face, framed with black hair.
“Are you guys okay?” she asked us. Her voice was smooth, soft, reminded me of butter. Almost simultaneously, Allison and I asked her, “Where did you come from and who are you?”
“My name is Bella Jackson; I come from your planet Super X. I was sent here to protect you guys.”
“I’m Jack; my sister’s name is Allison.”
While Allison was talking to Bella about what home was like, I walked toward the two dead guys and I saw something that made me curious. They looked exactly the same, their skin starting to melt off of them. They were advanced robots. They both looked up at me, it got cold. My sister and Bella were yelling at me, but I could not hear them. The two robots started to talk to me in unison in hissy, metallic voices.
“On October 19th, you will have to make a choice. You will have to kill your sister or Bella. And you will become evil. You will become so evil you will have to destroy both worlds. You will be the most evil being in the Universe. You will become a truly evil force.”
Their voices fizzled out, and later I told my sister and Bella what I heard. They looked at each other and back at me. Bella said “We need to find a place to sleep.”