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According to reports, that first incident happened quickly.
Emma Chapman, a 30-something mother, and her husband, Frederick, were exiting a restaurant after lunch in downtown Vulture. The reports all read that Emma said something to Frederick, and pointed back at the restaurant, and immediately Frederick ran back inside.
Upon returning to Emma with a plastic bag of leftovers, he saw her being frustratingly ripped open like a stubborn bag of chips by a tall, gaunt creature with sunken facial features and long, thin hands.
Emma had already been far from alive within the few seconds that Frederick had departed. She was no longer a mother. She was no longer a wife. Within those 20 or so seconds, she became just a new dress (bought specifically for the occasion) draped loosely on a shredded pile that slightly resembled a body.
Frederick lunged at the creature without thinking. He threw his entire frame into the monster and shrieked in vengeance as they both tumbled to the concrete. But it wasn’t enough. The creature broke free from the grasp, turned 180 degrees, and, after a brief pause, removed Frederick’s entire face in one draconian swipe.
Some witnesses who were either brave enough or stupid enough to stay within eyeshot said that the creature’s eyes changed colors when it stopped to stare at Frederick before the instantaneous kill.
The creature died a moment later when it got blindsided by the end of a table umbrella that the maitre d’ pulled out of the ground and shoved through the back of the head of the creature. A group of scientists hauled off the creature for research and within hours, both the arguments and the celebrations started. Random statements from both sides could be heard everywhere in Vulture:
"I think he was just sick."
"SICK?! Are you crazy!? If you’re sick, you lay in bed, dying, you don’t gain super strength and a lust for murder!"
"It HAD to be an alien! Have you ever seen anything like that here?! Anywhere?!"
"If it was an alien, why the fuck was it wearing a ripped t-shirt and jeans!?"
"It was a warning! Sent here from above."
"It was a Vulture! When they come close enough to land, they change. This was, indeed, a warning. The Vultures are coming!"
"It’s an alien! And we killed it! We might never know what it wanted."
"Finally, life outside of Vulture is proven!"
"It’s eyes…it was like they were swallowed by its skull. It…wasn’t one of us."
It definitely wasn’t one of us.
But all that alien nonsense cleared up 2 weeks later when the second incident happened…
8:41 AM
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