Phoeq | Chapter One, Part Two (Finally! Please Comment)

by Jupiter Says Hey in Hogsmead.

A/N: Finally! Enjoy! Please comment (:

          I couldn't force back the laugh the fled from my pink lips.
"There are no such things as aliens!" I retorted, my curiousity fleeing and complete humor submerging my emotions.
"Fine. Don't believe me. But you'll see. When ever there's a night like this, they always come and peek. Always come to see how we're being commanded. And if it's all wrong, they put a stop to it. We've been able to slip by these past few years because of the lights of the Moneyed, but tonight, they ain't shining away, so they're coming."
"Come on, Mason. Let's go." I grabbed his hand and pulled him away, but he refused.
"Hold on. Mister, what do the aliens look like?"
"Mason." I hissed, pulling but moving nothing.
"Ahh, their appearance. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't really explain it though. Plus, that should be something you figure out on your own. Good day to you, kids." he began to turn away into his alley, but then stoped, glanced at us from above his shoulder and said: "Remember, 'curiousity killed the cat'."
With that, he vanished into pure darkness.
"Oh please. 'Spare me, aliens! Spare me! Oh, I'm so sorry our lights aren't on!' Please. Stupid, old man." I muttered, stepping on the vodka bottle and finding it very easy to crush with my aged Converse.
"You never know, maybe the man was right. We can't be the only ones in this universe." Mason started walking toward our house, still a far distance from here. I didn't respond to him, I don't want to crush his imagination at such a young age. I didn't believe because it's obvious. If there were aliens, they would've visited us already. It's the year of 2317, and no sign of them and their superior technology. So, why believe?
We kept our pace leveled, sometimes fast, other times normal speed, but a pause of silence still remained between us. Mason's gaze kept breaking away from in front of him and glancing up to the billions stars, as if wishing he could reach up and grab one in his skinny fingers. I had to admit. It was something...miraculous. Dots of bright light sheathed the obsidian sky, a blinding white sphere provided us with dim moonlight, and a subtle, icy wind blew, creating a relaxing vibe. I turned my head to find Mason still gawking, and murmuring a few things here and there. Ignoring his random mumbles, I continued forward, noticing we were already out of the City, now walking on flat dirt, sided by what's called, the Dull Timbers; all it is is a forest surrounding the City, preventing anyone to leave. Many call it living hell, because all who enter, never come out. We think otherwise. Why? Because we've come in and out of it over the years. But one thing is clear, even to us. People have a reason to call it living hell. Mutations of animals and plants roam the grounds, ten times more powerful and deadly, even more stunning than the originals, but you've just got to know how to handle them, and how to stear clear of deathtraps.
"Nylie!" Mason grabbed my wrist in a sudden move, he stoped his walking and pointed toward the sky. "Look, look! What is it? I've never seen them before."
I had to smile at his skeptisism, when he usually was in his, "I smart, you idiot" mood.
"Those are meteors." I followed a white streak of light be painted across the night sky then vanish, and two or three more be painted. "Nicolai didn't tell me there was going to be a shower tonight. You see, those are space rocks, they are grazing Earth's atmosphere. We call them meteors, unless there's some fancy name I don't know off. Pretty, huh?"
"Pretty? They're amazing! What else do you know about 'em?" his dark brown eyes wouldn't leave the sky.
"Well, that's about it. You can ask Nicolai if you want, but in the morning, he's probably sleeping." we came into view of our house; it was a ratty old place: there was small traces of white paint left, a hole in the roof, and crashed windows along with mishaps in the walls. But as long as we had a roof over heads, ignoring the huge whole, it was okay. The lights in the living room were off, meaning Nicolai was no longer working, and probably asleep, it seemed pretty unusual for him though. He was sometimes an all-nighter, despite his old age, and slept only limited hours during the day, but I guess his years have finally caught up to him.
"Okay... But Ny?" Mason halted me from walking. "Can we sleep outside? I want to see the meteor shower."
"I'll tell you what," I knelt down to face him, even though he was thirteen, he was pretty short. So was I, for a 17 year old. "We can't sleep outside, but we can stay out here for a while. C'mon, let's go." We both began to run into the Dull Timbers, dodging branches, and jumping over trunks, until we finally burst into the view of just a small plain with a great view of the sky--our usual spot for just brother and sister time.
"It's pretty cool, you know. Knowing that there are a whole bunch of things up in space. I don't know why you don't believe in aliens. There's a lot of proof." Mason had already claimed his spot on the floor. I plopped down next to him.
"I don't believe because..." I truly couldn't find an answer. "Because...well...I don't want to believe. I don't want to know that there's another world out there, probably better than ours. I don't want to know that all this time, there's been something better out there, and we're stuck here living a life of scarce food and a crappy home."
Mason didn't have a reply for that--or at least that's what I thought. When I glanced over at him, he was gawking at the sky. I would've said it was nothing unusual but the open-mouthed stare was sort of freaking me out. With my gaze, I traced his, locating three meteors in perfect alignment; they were brighter than most, and definitely...different. Unlike the others that skidded their way into view, these three refused to vanish, they only kept getting closer, and closer, and closer. I was so hypnotized, so dazed by their utter irregularity, that I took no notice in Mason and his repeatings of my name in such a desperate, weak voice.
"Nylie!" the last calling came out as a scream, managing to regain my attention only to find Mason pulling on my arm, anxious to get me off of the floor. "Move!" He pointed toward the three meteors, making me realize that they were closer than I thought. They were so close, that they were only seconds away from crashlanding--crashlanding near us. I jumped onto my feet, gripping Mason's forearm and running away from their landing area. I glanced up into the sky diagnosing how much time we had to run, which wasn't much. The meteors aligned themselves in a diagonal, one only seconds away from landing, the other too, but the third suddenly increased in speed and crash landed before the others, sending Mason and me a flying a few metors away from where we were.
But one thing I noticed is that the others landed only with a dull thud, not a chaotic, tree-crushing crash.
"Mason?" I whispered, sitting up and sensing numerous stings all over my body. I glanced at my hands and noticed all the small cuts and scratches covering my skin. Ignoring the pain, I turned Mason onto his back just to find him...blank. There was no expression whatsoever, and what worried me the most was there was no chest rising.
"Mason." I whispered, concern drenching my high pitched voice. He opened his eyes in sudden anxiety, but instead of his usual hazel irisis they were submerged in a light layer of cyber blue.
"Code 387. Respond, C.N.O, respond. Code 387, code 387. Defense mode. Aylonwyn, under attack. Defense mode." Mason's voice wasn't his it was more masculine, and his words dripped with an unidentified accent.
"Mason!" I screamed and shook him by his shoulders. The cyber blue layer began to lose blur away, like a television losing signal; when the layer was gone, Mason blinked and sat up. Without saying a word, he hopped up, ran back to the now blaring with light meadow with me following close behind and repeating his name.
"Stop!" I finally shouted, grabbing his wrist and forcing him to face me. "What are you doing?"
"Nylie, please. Just let me go. There's something there. I need to find out." he jerked his hand away and darted into the meadow. When I reached his side, I noticed that Mason was right. Something was here. But it wasn't the meteor I was expecting, it was a large crater, and as we peeked inside, the light around the object inside dimmed, and that's when I noticed that it was no object, it was a person.