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The second alien "attack" took place only blocks from the first. This time, it was just as savage, but not as unexpected. An elderly woman was sitting in a folding chair at the corner of a busy intersection, innocently watching the pedestrians as she had done almost every day since her husband passed a year prior. Those few that actually knew her noted that, although she rarely spoke, it was easy to tell that she found comfort in sitting on the corner, staring (sometimes at nothing in particular). She had an incredible imagination and made up stories in her head about all of the people she came across. She was happy one moment.
Dead the next.
The creature made a bee-line straight for the elderly woman in broad daylight, amongst a crowd of 12 or 13 people. It’s brutal hands attacked the cheap wooden chair first, splintering it instantly, causing the woman to fall to the ground. The creature mounted her. A thick honey-colored drool stream lowered down off of its pouty lips as the creature snarled in anticipation. The woman whimpered, but displayed little resistance. The creature invaded her mouth with both of its elongated hands, knuckles turned inward, and pulled its hands apart, ripping her entire head in two. Her skull and jaw split right up the middle. As the creature continued to extend the onslaught toward her torso, 3 men surrounded it, each holding whatever blunt object they could muster within 10 seconds, and pummeled the creature to death in the middle of the intersection.
It was reported that the creature never took its attention off of the elderly woman, and that, until it stopped breathing, it continued to maul her dead body, as if it were searching for some kind of hidden body-treasure.
There were cries from the crowd:
"Another alien! We are being invaded!"
"Where are they coming from!? What do they want?!"
"They want US!"
"Yah, they want us DEAD!"
"That thing ripped her in HALF!!!"
"The stars are falling to the ground!!! The skies have grown sick of these monsters and are forcing them upon us!! Bring on the Vultures to cure us of this sickness!"
More and more banter escalated among the crowd.
But one voice stood out, as it was the only voice stern enough to sound like he knew what he was talking about. His voice was quiet at first in comparison to the rest of the mob, and distorted because of the abundance of ruckus, but he kept repeating the same sentence over and over:
"Th-t –o -li-n. It. ea-in- he- tfit my oth-r nt mis—g –n."
The more people that heard it, the quieter they became, and the more legible his sentence became.
"Th-ts no –li-n. It’s wea- he out—it my b-other w-nt mis—g in."
As he walked closer to the fallen beast, he kept repeating it, and when he arrived at the body, everyone was quiet enough to make out what he was saying:
"That’s no alien. It’s wearing the outfit that my brother went missing in."
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6:39 PM
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