The tall muscular figure of black completion stepped up onto the pedestal, ready to announce his plan for Humanity's future. His hair was short, black and well groomed, much like his long beard, evoking the aura of masculinity. He stood tall and confident. The man imposed the air of one who demanded respect. He placed his documents firmly on the pedestal, the instruments of persuasion, ready to be utilised. In a room full of key political figures, he stood out the most, the UN security council sat quietly, eagerly awaiting the man's proposal.
The man in question, was Tosin Oluadeji, Head of Foreign affairs for the nation of Okopo.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the council, the recent events have made it apparent that there is a clear need to establish an international institution to investigate the threats to our planet that are far beyond our current capacity to comprehend."
Tosin took his sights off the documents and addressed the members of the council directly.
"So many lives have been taken as a result of this extraterrestrial threat. What if they attack your homes, your families, your friends? We need to utilise any weapon we can. Try to contact the being who seems to be the only counter we are currently aware of as soon as possible, lest we lose even more lives to this threat. So I ask you, good people of the council."
Tosin raised a fist to the sky.
"Pledge your support to humanity's future. Pledge your support for the Ministry of Extraterrestrial Investigation."
Above, far beyond the atmosphere fought a ghostly warrior, dancing through a sea of debris, weaving around artillery fire, taking down ship after ship.
I'd definitely made a hefty dent into the armada. Taking down one of the cruisers surely made an impact, what was it that they were after? Why wouldn't they just leave if they know that I'm going to be here?
In the middle of the armada, something that kept catching my eye, was a ship that was far larger than the others It had a humongous bridge on the top of it. It must take a sizeable army to operate something like that.
If I do enough damage, that should send them packing.
How am I even supposed to do dent on a thing like that?
Weaving between ships and gunfire, I closed in on the capital ship. As I approached, eager to do as much damage as possible, I started flinging fighters, small ships and anything I possibly could at it. A symphony of explosions permeated the carcass. If only sound could be heard in space, it would be a beautiful harmony.
The ship started to lean, and I think that was limit of what the thing was willing to muster, as the armada began to rapidly retreat from the battlefield, including the capital ship which slowly turned its hunky metallic body around as a small fleet continued to attack, covering their comrade's retreat. I decided that was enough myself and began to back off.
Ensuring they all left and Earth was safe, I waited a while until the battlefield was nought but a graveyard of debris and hunks of scrap metal.
They had finally left.
An overwhelming sense of relief took all intensity out of my body, I needed to be careful not to relax too much, who knows what would've happened if I fell asleep.
It was about time I headed back. Although I'm not sure I want to, I just knew Krista was going to give me a lot of grief for my shenanigans.
But I did It, this feels like an actual victory, I took the fight to them and won, that should send a clear message that no matter how many times they come I will fight back.
I made my descent back down towards Grossaint.
As I closed in on the city, I noticed, it was desolate, the once bustling town, the streets that, not long ago, Krista and I had been walking through, were now devoid of life.
I parked myself back in the alleyway I had transformed in earlier, changed back and headed back home, passing through the empty streets I had utilised to make my way here. Yet, while the scene surrounding me was a sorrowful sight, there was relief to be felt from the situation. As bleak as these streets may look, there's not a corpse, rubble nor crater to be found and that gave me hope.
Thud.
The sound of the door closing behind me ricocheted off each wall of the shared flat that me and 2 others called home. I stumbled with fatigue towards the place of most comfort and as I approached my door, the sound of rushing footsteps could be heard from one of the other rooms behind me, the door before mine to be exact.
Crash!
"George! You idiot! What the hell were you thinking running away like that? Do you even value your life at all?"
Those words spun around my mind. Do I value my life? These powers make me feel invincible, but I don't know if I actually am invincible.
I really am an idiot.
But if I can protect everyone, who cares, I took artillery fire straight to the face and–
No, I can't think like that otherwise I'll start making seriously dumb decisions and could end up getting myself killed for real.
Nevertheless, Krista stood firm, arms crossed and a rock solid frown on her face, indicating that she was waiting for some kind of response.
But how can I even explain what I was doing?
"I'm sorry Krista"
"Is that it? We've only known each other for about a month or two but I still care about you, you had me so worried. I need answers, where did you go?"
Her eyes were locked on to mine with an intensity that made it a gruelling task to avert my gaze. The words carried overbearing emotion, each word weighed heavily on my mind, as well as my heart. It was the words of someone who truly cared about me. It felt as though I stabbed a blade through the back of one of the first friends I met who actually cared about me.
Do I tell her the truth? Wait, what am I talking about? Sorry Krista, I know this might sound crazy, but you know that urban legend of a purple ghost being that goes around fighting aliens and saving the world? Yeah, turns out it is real and is actually me. In what world would she ever believe that? She's going to think I'm lying regardless so I need to make up a lie that sounds believable.
"My family were in town, I needed to make sure they were safe and because I was so scared, I lost control and I'm sorry for that, but I needed to make sure they were safe."
It wasn't entirely a lie to be fair; I did need to make sure my family, as well as everyone else on the planet, was safe and I couldn't let anything stop me or else, if I hadn't stopped them in time, it would've been a repeat of Rengappon.
"Why didn't you just say? George, you need to start being honest with your friends, ever since we've met it felt as though you were hiding something. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and trust you. Goodnight."
There was a sadness to her response, it seemed as though she wasn't entirely convinced, she's a perceptive girl. I fear she may find out my identity regardless, she already knows I'm hiding something. I don't want this to ruin our relationship.
I turned towards my room and headed in to end the day.
Why do I put myself through this emotional torture?
In another part of the city, in a high-rise apartment, just outside of the city. Tom laid in his sofa, the darkness of the room fought back by the light emanating from the TV.
Aliens invade and yet the world continues spinning just like normal.
What's the point?