It was just another sleepy afternoon in Room 2-B at Hayashi High School. The sun crept lazily through the grimy windows, casting striped shadows on the dust-speckled desks. A faint buzz from the overhead fan mixed with the dull hum of teenage conversation. Some students were already halfway asleep, drool daring to escape their mouths. Others stared at their textbooks like the secrets of the universe were buried in algebra.
Akira sat at the back. Of course he did. Slouched so low his chin nearly touched his desk, his eyes half-lidded, expression unreadable. If apathy were an art form, Akira would be Picasso. He blinked slowly, looking out the window like he expected nothing, wanted less, and would be just fine with the world burning down as long as it didn't interrupt his nap.
Then the door slammed open.
Everyone turned. The sound was sharp, echoing unnaturally in the classroom like a gunshot. A tall figure stood in the doorway. No, not tall—massive. Nearly scraping the top of the frame. silver dusky skin. Not just silver —ash, as if made from bottled starlight. His clothes shimmered with a strange cosmic texture, like nebulae had been stitched into fabric.
Blood dripped from his fingers in thick strands, slow and deliberate—like even gravity was afraid. He wiped them casually across his chest. His eyes were sharp and merciless. He stepped forward. One step. Then another. The class watched in frozen horror as he walked to the front of the room.
"Yo, what's with the cosplay—" the teacher started.
CRACK.
No warning. No pause. The alien's hand flashed and the teacher's head twisted clean around with a sickening sound. His body crumpled, hitting the ground like a sack of wet laundry.
Silence. And then—
Screams.
Panic erupted like wildfire. Desks screeched. Students bolted for the door, crying, pushing, yelling. But they didn't get far.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Five more bodies hit the ground in under three seconds. One had their chest punched through. Another, their head twisted fully off. The alien moved through them like a god of war, efficient and brutal.
"You insects," he growled, voice like gravel dragged through fire. "You're not listening."
He raised his hand again. A boy screamed. A blur of ash white—and a leg went flying.
Then silence, everyone froze at their place as if even breathing would cause their death.
"Now... all of you. OUTSIDE."
His voice cracked the air like thunder. No one questioned it this time.
They all obeyed.
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The schoolyard looked like something out of a war zone. Scattered books, broken glass, the stink of blood in the air. Survivors stood in huddled groups, too afraid to breathe.
"Kneel," the alien said.
No one moved.
He raised his hand. "KNEEL."
Like dominos, they dropped. Onto the dirt, faces down, sobbing, mumbling prayers.
Except one.
Akira.
He stood, hands in his pockets, bored eyes meeting the alien's like he was just waiting for lunch.
The alien turned his head slowly. His eyes narrowed.
"Did you not hear me?"
Akira tilted his head slightly. "Yeah, I heard you."
"Then kneel."
"Why?" Akira's voice was smooth, emotionless. "You say 'kneel' and I'm just supposed to?"
"Or you die."said the alien.
Akira smirked, those droopy eyes not changing an inch. "Do I look like someone who cares? Shove your fear up your ass."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Some dared to peek up. The alien stared for a long second.
"Are you in your right mind?" said the alien.
Akira sighs."Watching my classmates die should have done something,instead I was wondering if I left the gas stove on.That's when I knew there was something wrong with me."
Then he smiled.
"Ohhh... you've got guts", says the alien as he smirks, "Why don't you throw hands instead of barking like a mutt?"
Akira shrugged. "You think I'm dumb enough to fight a fight I can't win?"
The alien blinked. "...What the hell does that even mean?"
"I mean," Akira scratched lazily at his neck, "uh..what planet are you from again?"
"Far. Not your concern."
"They speak English there, you asshole?"
The alien frowned. "No. I studied this language before I arrived."
"So why are you here? Some weird alien overlord cosplay? Gonna conquer Earth with your bare hands?"
"No," the alien said. "I'm not here to conquer. Just research. Observation. Maybe kill a few of you along the way."
Akira yawned. "Got it."
He stepped forward. The crowd parted like he carried death in his shadow.
"Since you're gonna kill us anyway, mind if I kick your ass a bit first?"
The alien's smile vanished. Then returned, darker.
"Try."
In a blur, he lunged—aiming straight for Akira's chest.
But Akira moved. Not fast enough to dodge fully, but just enough. He raised his left arm, absorbing the blow. There was a sickening crunch. The limb bent backward and nearly tore off at the shoulder.
He gasped, body reeling from the shock. He coughed, blood flecking his lip. But in the same motion, Akira's foot came up, driving hard into the alien's ribs.
It wasn't much—but it wasn't nothing.
The alien skidded back a step.
He looked at Akira, eyes narrowed. "How? You're just human."
Akira was breathing heavily, knees slightly buckled. He spoke through clenched teeth, voice strained. "What? Scared now, Piccolo?"
The alien stared. Then laughed. Not cruelly. Purely. Loud, unhinged joy.
"You're insane. I like it. You're reckless and sharp... but not hopeless. How about a trade, brat? Join my crew. I'll give you the strength you clearly want."
Akira scoffed, one eye half-shut. "You offering gym membership with that? I can barely lift my damn arm and what this pathetic human body can even achieve?"
The alien didn't answer. Instead, he reached up, and with a grotesque snap, tore off his own arm. Green blood sprayed. He tossed it to Akira like a gift.
Akira stared at the limb. Then at his own dangling, bloody arm.
There was a beat. Two. His expression twitched. He hesitated, the absurdity catching up to him. The alien waited, arms crossed, unfazed. Akira looked down at the slick, warm limb. It pulsed faintly.
"...This is insane," he muttered. "This is so far past insane..."
Still. He pressed the alien arm to his torn shoulder.
A pulse of heat ran through his body. The alien flesh rippled—shrinking, reshaping—veins darkening, the green skin turning pale to match his own. It wasn't just fusing—it was becoming his.
He gasped, stepping back. His fingers twitched, then clenched into a fist. A slow grin crept across his face.
"Feels... weird," he muttered, rotating the new arm. "Like I'm buzzing. All over."
The alien nodded. "You've got a bit of me now. I gave you some of my cells. You're still human—but not entirely. They'll evolve you. Fast. Strong. Violent, if you want."
Akira looked at his hand again, then up at the cowering students.
"So basically... I'm upgraded trash now."
Akira licked his lip,eyes still fixed on his new hand. He took a deep breath.
"Well, since I'm juiced up now..."
He looked at crowd.
"Lets take this for a spin"
Then moved.
Bodies exploded.
Limbs flew. Blood painted the dirt. Screams turned to gargles, then silence. Within seconds, everyone was dead.
The alien watched. At first stunned. Then smiling. Then laughing—howling with tears in his eyes.
"You... you're the craziest bastard I've ever met!"
Akira stood in the center of the carnage, breathing hard, wild joy still glowing behind his half-lidded eyes.
"So?" the alien asked, still chuckling. "You in?"
Akira looked around at the bodies, then back at his own hand.
"Yeah.....yeah If you train me."
The alien's chuckle softened. For the first time, his voice carried something calmer.
"Then consider yourself recruited. You can call me Silva."
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Inside the alien's ship, the atmosphere was different. Calmer. Chill.
The corridors were slick and metallic, lined with soft, glowing lights that pulsed like a heartbeat. The low hum of unseen machinery made it feel alive.
"This," Silva said, leading Akira through the hallway, "is my crew."
The tone had shifted. The tension of earlier drained away. There was a strange, almost quiet, peace here.
Rows of strange figures, all busy. Training. Repairing. Eating. Laughing. One was playing music on a strange-looking string instrument. Another had his feet up reading what looked suspiciously like a manga.
One by one, they looked up at Akira.
Eyes full of curiosity.
He grinned back, scratching his head.
"So this is space, huh?"
Chapter End.