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The Story:
She cursed at having to park several houses down the street. They were supposed to keep everyone out until she got there. Now, half the nation’s news media was contaminating her scene.
Ahead of her was a swarm of cameras and boom mics pouring through the front door of the home. When she was nearly there, someone screamed from inside the house. Multiple screams followed, and people began running out of the front door. She froze in her tracks as the situation unfolded.
Everyone exited the home, including one final man who was far behind the rest. Instead of running, he walked out onto the covered porch and stood there. He turned to look her direction, and she noticed that his eyes had turned yellow. He had a black growth on his face that seemed to be spreading.
She placed a foot on the first step leading up to the front door. The man on the porch didn’t react. One step at a time she made her way to the door until the man was only inches from her. He simply watched her, so she scooted past him and went on inside.
Once she was inside, she saw a woman staring at the fireplace mantle. On the floor next to that woman was the body of her own husband.
“Hello? I’m Agent O’Sonate. I need to ask you a few…”
The woman whipped around, startling O’Sonate into reaching for her weapon. She grabbed her gun, but it quickly turned hot enough to burn her hand, so she let it fall to the floor. It glowed from the heat and melted.
“You cannot harm us.”
“Us?” O’Sonate asked, trying to compose herself.
There was no response.
“What did you do to the man outside?”
“He is freed from his primitive thought. We are one.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will. You will all be one with us soon.”
“We don’t want to be one with you.”
“It is for your own good. This man was killed by this woman,” she said gesturing to the man on the floor and to herself.
“Now, she is controlled.”
The thought of being controlled by someone or something else disgusted O’Sonate.
“And when does our control start?”
“Now.”
With a loud rumble, the floor and walls of the home began to shake.
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