Midday. Grey, overcast sky. North Wind. Cold, blustery, dry. The edge of the lake. Choppy waters. Dancing Trees. The spaceship, barely visible. Ghosting over the landscape She's cornered. No more room to run. No place to hide. Found her first. So it's just us eye to eye Turn around slowly baby You play and you die. God, she's gorgeous! Shoeless Topless Late teens at best Barely covered by a tattered skirt Straight, waist-length, coal-black hair Small, exquisite breast Nipples hardened by fear and cold Huge, almond shaped eyes The color of evergreen As bodies go this one's solid gold Shivering badly tear stained cheeks Transfixed by my weapon Finger on the trigger I'm uncharacteristically hesitant Please mister, don't hurt me What's your name? It's Natalie Struck the town at the crack of dawn Quickly, savagely Without warning Little resistance, no casualties We are hunters C.O.G, cluster twelve Renowned for our skill and ferocious brutality She is the last one standing Suddenly we have company Two of my men High on adrenaline Drunk on "power" and looted booze Saving her is going to be tricky No prisoners, no survivors The company policy There she is! HOLD YOUR FIRE! A single burst Oops...Natalie - 4 Natalie - copyright © 2001 Ahkenaton All rights reserved Updated:02-01-07 |