Chapter 2: Intertwining
Miles looked outside, staring at the bay, lit up kwa the glowing moon. He turned to look at Strawberry. strawberry was staring at the glowing bay, as if being hypnotized kwa the crashing waves and the glowing surface.
“You were going to tell me why wewe came to Earth” Miles told strawberry sighed and looked at him with her single eyeball.
“Our people have the natural ability to live in another beings body” strawberry explained, “Sometimes the host's body rejects us and they become insane”
“What do wewe mean?”
“They want to eat other members of the hosts species” strawberry answered.
“So my body didn’t reject you?” Miles asked Strawberry. strawberry nodded and smiled.
“I guess it felt lonely and needed something. Since I see wewe have no mommy au daddy, wewe must be pretty lonely” strawberry stated.
Well, she was right. Miles did live kwa himself. His father ran off with some busty shit-faced chick, and his mother Lost her long battle with pancreatic cancer. He didn’t really have Marafiki from school, as he was a few years out of school.
“So why did wewe come to Earth?” Miles asked, changing the subject.
“To repopulate, so that our race can survive” strawberry answered.
“Repopulate? Why?” Miles questioned.
“Well our people-”
“OPEN UP!” A angry voice commanded from outside, interrupting Strawberry. Miles sighed and opened up the window.
“What the hell do wewe want?!” Miles yelled at at the angry voice, which was a homeless man.
“I see wewe have one too...” The homeless man stated, his frown changing into a sadistic smile. His face began to morph into many mouths and his tongue became long and spiked.
“Holy shit!” Miles screamed as he closed the windows.
“It’s found us!” strawberry screeched as the homeless man began banging on the door. Miles picked up a kisu that he had since age ten and went downstairs.
“Come out!” The homeless man demanded as he kept slamming on the door. He finally punched a small hole on the door, as his long, spiked tongue slithered through.
“Bite me!” Miles insulted as he stuck his kisu into the homeless man’s elongated tongue, causing it to bleed chunky, thick yellow blood. The homeless man howled in pain, retreating out in the night.
“Thank goodness he’s gone...” strawberry sighed.
“What the hell was that?!” Miles asked Strawberry, raising his voice.
“That was a body rejecting that man” strawberry explained, “Are wewe mad at me?”
“No, I’m just tired and a little freaked out” Miles responded, “It’s not everyday that a creepy homeless guy with a long tongue breaks into your house”
“Well, I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” strawberry yawned, looking at Miles.
“Sure” Miles responded as he began to walk back upstairs.
The inayofuata day, Miles was taking a stroll through the city, with strawberry looking at all of the buildings. strawberry moved her eye to see a large, golden building with a strange symbol on the top.
“What’s that?” strawberry asked Miles.
“It’s a church, it’s called the Faith of Tomorrow, bunch of nutjobs” Miles told Strawberry.
“They do sound like a crazy lot...” strawberry giggled, pointing her eye at a man dressed in dhahabu and red. This man had red eyes and grey hair, which made him look silly in Strawberry’s mind.
“That’s Father Henry of October, the craziest nut of the bunch” Miles explained, as strawberry looked at Father Henry of October.
“He seems to notice me, let’s get out of here” strawberry instructed Miles as he began to run. Father Henry of October stared at the two, even after they left.
“So the rumors are true...” Father Henry of October thought to himself as he entered the Faith of Tomorrow church.
On the other side of town, a man in an all-white business suit looked over the city, staring at the urban sprawl beneath himself. He thought of those who only bought for social status, and the ones who would ruin the planet to accomplish their selfish goals.
But this man was different. Instead of using power to achieve selfish means au to further some corporate agenda, he was going to save an entire race. It never mattered how many people would die, as wewe can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs.
(End of Chapter 2)
Miles looked outside, staring at the bay, lit up kwa the glowing moon. He turned to look at Strawberry. strawberry was staring at the glowing bay, as if being hypnotized kwa the crashing waves and the glowing surface.
“You were going to tell me why wewe came to Earth” Miles told strawberry sighed and looked at him with her single eyeball.
“Our people have the natural ability to live in another beings body” strawberry explained, “Sometimes the host's body rejects us and they become insane”
“What do wewe mean?”
“They want to eat other members of the hosts species” strawberry answered.
“So my body didn’t reject you?” Miles asked Strawberry. strawberry nodded and smiled.
“I guess it felt lonely and needed something. Since I see wewe have no mommy au daddy, wewe must be pretty lonely” strawberry stated.
Well, she was right. Miles did live kwa himself. His father ran off with some busty shit-faced chick, and his mother Lost her long battle with pancreatic cancer. He didn’t really have Marafiki from school, as he was a few years out of school.
“So why did wewe come to Earth?” Miles asked, changing the subject.
“To repopulate, so that our race can survive” strawberry answered.
“Repopulate? Why?” Miles questioned.
“Well our people-”
“OPEN UP!” A angry voice commanded from outside, interrupting Strawberry. Miles sighed and opened up the window.
“What the hell do wewe want?!” Miles yelled at at the angry voice, which was a homeless man.
“I see wewe have one too...” The homeless man stated, his frown changing into a sadistic smile. His face began to morph into many mouths and his tongue became long and spiked.
“Holy shit!” Miles screamed as he closed the windows.
“It’s found us!” strawberry screeched as the homeless man began banging on the door. Miles picked up a kisu that he had since age ten and went downstairs.
“Come out!” The homeless man demanded as he kept slamming on the door. He finally punched a small hole on the door, as his long, spiked tongue slithered through.
“Bite me!” Miles insulted as he stuck his kisu into the homeless man’s elongated tongue, causing it to bleed chunky, thick yellow blood. The homeless man howled in pain, retreating out in the night.
“Thank goodness he’s gone...” strawberry sighed.
“What the hell was that?!” Miles asked Strawberry, raising his voice.
“That was a body rejecting that man” strawberry explained, “Are wewe mad at me?”
“No, I’m just tired and a little freaked out” Miles responded, “It’s not everyday that a creepy homeless guy with a long tongue breaks into your house”
“Well, I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” strawberry yawned, looking at Miles.
“Sure” Miles responded as he began to walk back upstairs.
The inayofuata day, Miles was taking a stroll through the city, with strawberry looking at all of the buildings. strawberry moved her eye to see a large, golden building with a strange symbol on the top.
“What’s that?” strawberry asked Miles.
“It’s a church, it’s called the Faith of Tomorrow, bunch of nutjobs” Miles told Strawberry.
“They do sound like a crazy lot...” strawberry giggled, pointing her eye at a man dressed in dhahabu and red. This man had red eyes and grey hair, which made him look silly in Strawberry’s mind.
“That’s Father Henry of October, the craziest nut of the bunch” Miles explained, as strawberry looked at Father Henry of October.
“He seems to notice me, let’s get out of here” strawberry instructed Miles as he began to run. Father Henry of October stared at the two, even after they left.
“So the rumors are true...” Father Henry of October thought to himself as he entered the Faith of Tomorrow church.
On the other side of town, a man in an all-white business suit looked over the city, staring at the urban sprawl beneath himself. He thought of those who only bought for social status, and the ones who would ruin the planet to accomplish their selfish goals.
But this man was different. Instead of using power to achieve selfish means au to further some corporate agenda, he was going to save an entire race. It never mattered how many people would die, as wewe can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs.
(End of Chapter 2)