The silver womanMature

His son's voice was filled with mortal torment and fear.  She did not know as to what she will have to do protect him, but knew if that would help me create my story. My life may depend upon me having done this.  She slipped over to the back of the house, as she did this she snapped the grass stalks as though they were but twigs. She left a path that even the blind could see.

     There were blades of grass broken before the window through which he had shot. She looked around all She saw was she wanted to see what had frightened his son so. 

   She parted the curtain to see the lad, his eyes were as large as silver dollar s, and hid mouth hung open, saliva dripped and ran from the cornea s of his mouth.  She saw silver being roughly the shape of a human heading towards the bed where he lay. It looked as if it had no concerned in the world other than arriving on the male. Its inside of its hands were covered in what she thought was long hay s that made its fur.

         She chooses to intercept the silver glowing human. She leapt upon its back, shattering what remained of window's glass as t showered me in razor sharp pieces that rained about me. She barely did this, as it spun about to catch me, its talented claws hit me in the upper shoulder.    

   The finger s sank to the bone, leaving her withering in pain as it raced across her frame.  She felt the heat as if tore through hee.   It felt as though her flesh had turned to a liquid.  She saw smoke oozing off of her body. 

 A puddle of fluid arrived on the floor, I peed my panties. She looked at its hand and saw flesh drip from its hands like they were a candle being lit, droplets of flesh spilled and erupted into the air. Creating a pool of red fluid on the floor, bones spilled from my hands to arrive on the floor making a sound similar to dice from the hands of someone playing craps to the table. 

      A Flame erupted and spewed from its touch. It felt as if she had just been touched by a branding iron or a lite candle's wick.  She saw smoke as it poured and billowed up from her shoulder and fire sped down her jacket's sleeve and the back of the jacket. Blood ran, sizzled and fell from the wound. 

The fire abated. My shirt and jacket's sleeve was no more; the back to my lower toe so was also gone for good measure. Searing heat encompassed me.

    She had forgotten how hot it was in the room. My nylons were reduced to liquid as it ran down my legs, and my clothing had dissolved into nothingness. She realized that she was feeling cold; the temperature was like an icy chill to my flesh. She looked down and saw that there was no clothing on me.

    The lad erupted out of the bed tore away me and it. Without any thinking for his or of his safety, only she supposes was his safety that she had done this for. He charged away from it. His mouth was open like a lion roaring to voice its disapproval of what it was doing. His hands were clutched into fists, his muscles stood ridged and stark. He flew.

      The being looked at him as he charged away from it. It looked at him and turned and tore off out through the window it used to get here. The boy was screaming something, what she cannot say.  She was satisfied that She scared it off.


inside she saw a couple of bottles, that someone had made a still out of. 

       Something had been in the window sill and passed through it. The window was scorched and the glass had melted away. There was nothing on earth that could produce such heat as this and walk away. The glass had been melted in the shape of a being that was human sized with bat like ease s. She looked in the room that was a bed room to see human sized silver being with smoke oozing off of it walking towards this lad, who was cowering in the bed.  Holding the blanket that looked moth eaten between it and him.


      The blanket fell from his hands as it touched the bed, the boy opened his mouth to scream in abject terror.

    She looked at the boy; he looked at her as it was if  he did not see her. His eyes were filled with tears that he had been crying.  Perhaps from fear, or something like that. He was clutching his chest. When he slipped his hand off of his chest she saw smoke and there was glow from was it on his chest. 

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