To Make it Bigtime

Reads: 265  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 4

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Amelia Argo wants nothing more than to make it Big Time, but a close encounter with someone he shouldn't necessarily be around may lead her to change her mind.

Submitted: July 10, 2013

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 10, 2013

A A A

A A A


"You really think you can make it big time?" asked the Armmannian. I gave him a sly smile and nodded. "And what makes you say that?"

"Well," I opened my mouth and began to speak. "Sixty-seven years ago there were billions of my people, but for whatever reason, your's felt the need to destroy them all." I said in response, eyeing his third eye, smacking my lips in what would have been considered a seductive manner back on Earth. 

"What does that have to do with acting?" he questioned, raising his third brow as he blew smoke rings. "Want a cigar?"

"Nah, I'll pass. Anyways, I'm a survivor. Think of how many people can relate to that?"

"Exactly. There are probably billions of other survivors of planetary attacks here in Andromeda alone. What makes you think you're the most special one of all?" he asked, taking a sip of beer. I was shocked at how similiar Armmannia was to Earth. "Well?"

"How many humans do you know that aren't dead?"

"Oh, just you, Amelia. Just you. But, that's why I don't want to put you out there like that. I mean, look Babe, I love you too much to subject you to a world that would have nothing more than to see you dead.  I mean, look what happened to Andromeda Fank. Do you remember that?"

"No."

"Well, Andromeda was a halfie. You know, half one species, half another, and she was heir to the Andormezian throne, but hey Babe, the day she stepped up to the plate and revealed herself to the public, she was assassinated. Harler Marius was the last of the Harites and they did everything they could to murder her the moment she stepped out of the door. Are you catching my drift yet, Babe?" He looked to me in desperation."

"Listen, Witt, I know what you're saying, I really do, but that's a risk I have to take to be a star."

"Oh, you'll be a star alright, Amelia. I can see it in the headlines already: Amelia Argo, New Movie Star, Murdered at her Home by Government Officials." He gave me a stubborn look. "I'm not gonna let that happen Babe. I mean, Im all about you following your dreams, but I love you too much to put you at that risk. I mean, you're still young. Who's to say you'll have the same dream in four years?"

"Eighteen is legally an adult back on Earth."

"Don't you mean was?" He crossed his arms and took a drag at his cigar.

"Listen, Witt. I know you want to protect me. I mean, you have since you found me, but sometimes you gotta let the bird fly on its own." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"What's a bird?" he asked.

"Earth thing." I said in response. "I can't be your little sister forever."

"You're more to me than a sister, Amelia. That's the thing. You wouldn't make it home from here without me. Not everyone has Witt Arnaz to protect them."

 "Wanna bet on it?" I asked, the smile from earlier beginning to play my lips yet again. 

Witt sighed, rolling his eyes into his head. "Fine. Just try your best to be as safe as possible. If it is possible."

I grinned, pulling my black veil over my face. "This make you feel better?"

"Always. Just, please Amelia. Be careful. I would hate to see you die tonight over a stupid bet." He looked at me with desperate eyes.

"I know, Witt," I said as I rose to my feet, adjusting my dress so it actually would cover my butt. I kissed his forehead and he looked at me, begging me with his eyes to just give up. "I'll see you tonight." As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder if he was staring at my butt.

As I made my way out the door, an overwhelming sense of loneliness overcame me. It wasn't that I was afraid, but I hadn't been away from Witt's side in five years. For the first time since I had come to Armmannia, I was one hundred percent vulnerable. Anybody could lay their hands on me. Anybody could kidnap me. Anybody could...worse. 

I looked at the passing vehicles. Hovercrafts graced the air and alien-taxis ran the ground. Rain was pouring from the sky, and as I made my way down the street, it would splash me as a taxi would drive by.

What would Witt do if I took a taxi ride?

It probably wasn't a risk worth taking. I wiped the muddy water off my dress and adjusted my veil. The veil was what separated me from the rest of the planet. I wasn't open like everyone else. No, they couldn't see that I only had two eyes, that my tongue wasn't split down the middle.

"You a tourist, too?" a voice asked from behind me. I turned to see a Darmonite, a small, grey eyed alien behind me. On Earth, we had called them 'Greys.'

"Y-yeah!" I stuttered. "Fresh from Orion."

"That explains the veil. Hey, taxi!" he yelled, waving his hands and walking up and down the street. "Need a ride?" he asked in his squeaky, childish voice.

"Nah," I replied, shrugging and smiling awkwardly under my veil. Like that, he was gone.

I looked around at the people running up and down the streets. There were so many of them, but just one of me. I dug down into my purse and retrieved my phone.

Six messages. All from Witt. I didn't bother reading any of them. Instead, I just shot him a message.

Hey, Witt.

Just wanted to let you know everything

is okay thus

Someone came up and grabbed my phone from my hand. "So you're friends with Witt Arnaz, eh?" he asked. I looked up to see an Andromezian. Andromezians had always scared me. For one, they were about four feet taller than me and had enough muscle to break me in half with one hand. This guy was no exception.

"I don't really know." And that was nothing short of the truth. Anymore, I didn't quite know what he and I were. 

"Well, he seems to be worrying a lot about you. What brings you onto the street, Miss... Amelia is it?"

"Yeah, it's Ameilia, and why is it any of your business?" I asked, eyeing him from beneath the veil. He laughed.

Something about his laugh bothered me. It didn't seem right, and the harshness of his voice just made it sound wrong.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Where are you from?" he asked me in return.

"Oh, gonna ignore my question?"

"You gonna ignore mine?" He laughed again. I wanted to puke.

"I'm from Orion."

"Where in Orion?"

"Harshac," I answered a little too quickly.

He smiled at me. He saw through my lie.

"Can you give me back my phone?" I asked, reaching for it, but instead of handing me back my phone, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto his shoulder.

"I don't give liars their phones back. I hate liars." he said with another laugh. I just wanted him to stop. His voice was making me want to puke.

"Fine, I'm not from Orion," I forced.

"Really, where are you from?" he asked, but I had a feeling he already knew. We approached his craft and he sat me down in the back seat, then looked me square where my eyes would be. "Why don't you take that ridiculous veil off?" It was more of a command than a question.

"I-I don--" but he ripped it off for me, revealing my more than human face.  I looked at him with wide blue eyes and muttered the word, "Shit." 

The next twenty minutes went by way too fast. I didn't know what was going to happen when we got to our destination, and I didn't want to, but I had a feeling I was going to find out. We approached his home and he ame to release me. Assoon as he opened the door, I was going to bolt, and I tried.

"No, no, human Amelia. Let's not fight too much, alright?" he grabbed me as soon as I started to run. "Funny, I've wanted to find a girl like you since your planet was destoyed how many years ago?"

"Almost five," I muttered.

"Has it really been that long?" he asked as he drug me down the stairs. Once we approached the basement, he locked the door with a small key and sta me down.

"Just making a few precautions, Amelia. Make youself at home," he said as he walked into what I assumed was the bathroom. As he left, I examined the walls.

"What the hell..." I whispered. Every inch of the walls were covered in pictures of human girls of all ages. Some were pictures from pornography, some weren't. Some were just girls doing everyday tasks, but one picture caught my eye.

A picture of me.

"How..." I began.

"Alright, Amelia," and he was back. I turned my head ever so slighty. "Let's make this easy. The harder it is for me, the worse I'll make it for you."

"I-I need to be getting home. " I whispered to him.

"No, no. You won't be getting away that easily.I didn't think any more existed. But, I've been watching you for quite some time. God, Amelia, the things I've imagined myself doing with you. Human girls are so pretty, espcially blonde haired, blue eyed, human girls. I never thought it would come true, but I guess dreams can become reality."

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked. 

"Easy, Baby. I want you to have my children. Lots of them, too." he said with a chuckle. His eyes were hopeful, yet at the same time full of hate. 

"What?" I nearly screamed. "No, no. I'm eighteen, and I, I think I love Witt, and I don't want to have any kids and-" 

He put his finger to my mouth. "Just take off your clothes, Amelia." 

"No!" I screamed as I slapped him in the face. His black eyes narrowed

"You just got youself screwed, Amelia," he barked. "Now take off your clothes and we won't have a problem."

I cried and shook my head. He slapped me across the face. "I said take off your clothes!" he screamed and slapped me again, and again, and again. By the third time, my nose was bleeding, probably broken.

"Pl-please, no," I whimpered.

"Ye--"

And like that, he fell over, blue blood pouring out from a wound in his head. Next came a white fog from the same wound. Was that his ghost? I looked up to see where the bullet had originated.

"Oh God, Witt!"  He was still standing with the gun raised. I struggled to sit up. 

"Careful, Babe. Let the rest of his spirit raise before you make too big a move. You never know if he may wake up."

So that was his ghost. I waited for another minute before Witt made it to my side and helped me up.

"H-How did you get in here? The door was locked," I asked in confusion.

"Teleportation, but, Babe, does that really matter?" he replied, raising his third brow. 

"I guess not," I said back to him. "Oh Witt, thank you so much. That guy was a total monster. He wanted me to have his kids. I don't even want kids."

"Sounds like it. That's what real monsters are, anyways. Ya know, the ones that actually exist." He looked me in the eyes. I wanted to kiss him.

"You're my hero, Witt." I told  him. I meant it,too.

"I shouldn't be. I just killed a guy, Amelia. I'm a murderer now. You live with a murderer."

"But, you still saved me."

"Well, I gotta do what I gotta do. Babe, let's get you to a hospital."

Suddenly, panic filled my chest. "But, I'm human."

"It'll be okay, Babe. I'll be there with you. I'm not leaving you alone anymore." He drew out a cigar and lit it. "Want a drag?" he asked. I shook my head.

Witt picked me up and carefully walked me up the stairs. I wondered how he found me, but decided not to ask. What mattered was that he did find me.

He sat me down in the shotgun seat of his hovercraft and looked to me. I probably looked like a total wreck. I had gotten blood all over my dress and my arm was already bruised. I wondered if Witt thought I was pretty at all like this. I wondered if he ever did

The ride to the hospital was silent. I couldn't muster anything to say and I don't think he could, either. Finally, we arrived. As Witt opened my door and helped me out, I looked him scare in the eye.

"I don't think I want to make it big time, anymore," and as if some new person took his body over, he grabbed my head and kissed me. I had never felt anything so weird in my life.


© Copyright 2018 Peyton Kirby. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar
avatar

Author
Reply