Lovely: Aliens Among Us
Chapter 8: Winter Wasteland
How unpleasant of that person. They snicker and seemingly pull out a jacket and scarf from thin air.
"Since we're here, you might as well use this. The cold doesn't bother me, anyway."
You seem to be in a forest covered in snow. The person with purple hair who brought you here trails behind you as you take a stroll through one of the paths.
"Since we're here, you might as well use this. The cold doesn't bother me, anyway."
You seem to be in a forest covered in snow. The person with purple hair who brought you here trails behind you as you take a stroll through one of the paths.
You notice that it's a rather secluded area with a few park benches spaced far apart enough from each other. You hear faint murmuring in the distance. The further you walk through the forest, you can make out a more audible conversation.
"Are you sure he's here?"
"Of course not! But that b---h wrote it in her diary clearly. She likes winter."
"What are we going to do if we can't knock that guy out? He looks tougher than he lets on."
You slow down your pace.
"He's good as blind! I'm sure we can distract the rest of his senses."
"So what do you plan to do with his alien b---h?"
Wait a second. You know one of these voices.
"We can always get someone to deflower her. That will be devastating to both of them."
"Genius! He probably would refuse to have anything to do with her, with their BS about purity."
It's that suspicious vigilante named Brandon. You hear faint rustling to your left.
"Are you even sure those aliens have moral standards? You never know what kind of debauchery their kind partake in."
"Shut up, Wayne! You talk too much!"
After you've walked a considerable distance, you see two people sitting on a bench. You recognise one of them as Grace, that alien you met. A girl has her arms wrapped around him, her head buried against his chest. He rubs her back, presumably to soothe her. She turns her head to the side, and the little you can make out of her face reveals a contented smile.
"Oh!", exclaims Grace. "I think we have company." This prompts the girl to sit back up, and look to her left and right. She covers her nose and mouth as soon as she takes notice of someone approaching their bench, seemingly embarrassed.
"I can't recognise them from this distance, but I'm pretty sure I invited them. Love is something to share, not something you keep a secret, after all!" A gleeful expression spreads through his face. There is a different glow to him today. The woman, on the other hand, starts to frown. She seems anxious about something, slowly raising one arm to point at three people, one of which you recognise to be Brandon, while tugging at Grace's jacket with the other.
She kneels on the snow in front of her, and traces something on the snow with her finger.
"Are you sure he's here?"
"Of course not! But that b---h wrote it in her diary clearly. She likes winter."
"What are we going to do if we can't knock that guy out? He looks tougher than he lets on."
You slow down your pace.
"He's good as blind! I'm sure we can distract the rest of his senses."
"So what do you plan to do with his alien b---h?"
Wait a second. You know one of these voices.
"We can always get someone to deflower her. That will be devastating to both of them."
"Genius! He probably would refuse to have anything to do with her, with their BS about purity."
It's that suspicious vigilante named Brandon. You hear faint rustling to your left.
"Are you even sure those aliens have moral standards? You never know what kind of debauchery their kind partake in."
"Shut up, Wayne! You talk too much!"
After you've walked a considerable distance, you see two people sitting on a bench. You recognise one of them as Grace, that alien you met. A girl has her arms wrapped around him, her head buried against his chest. He rubs her back, presumably to soothe her. She turns her head to the side, and the little you can make out of her face reveals a contented smile.
"Oh!", exclaims Grace. "I think we have company." This prompts the girl to sit back up, and look to her left and right. She covers her nose and mouth as soon as she takes notice of someone approaching their bench, seemingly embarrassed.
"I can't recognise them from this distance, but I'm pretty sure I invited them. Love is something to share, not something you keep a secret, after all!" A gleeful expression spreads through his face. There is a different glow to him today. The woman, on the other hand, starts to frown. She seems anxious about something, slowly raising one arm to point at three people, one of which you recognise to be Brandon, while tugging at Grace's jacket with the other.
She kneels on the snow in front of her, and traces something on the snow with her finger.
"Remember me?" The man with olive skin walks closer to someone unfamiliar to you, giving them a menacing smile.
"Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but it's time for payback." Brandon lunges at Grace and takes him by the neck. Grace shoves him to the ground, prompting the man to clench his fists.
"I'm Wayne, by the way, and this guy with me is Brandon," says the man wearing a red jacket. He extends his arm to the unfamiliar bystander, as though they were about to shake hands. His expression turns sardonic. "We met over some whiny [i]alien scum[/i] who suckered us into helping her."
"What did you just say about Bella? You take that back this instant!" Grace turns to face Wayne. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt even if you were critical of us behind our backs, because you want to help people. I can see that. But what is this about making exceptions to the people you wish to help?"
You feel someone tap against your shoulder.
"At the count of three, seize those boys!"
Just then, Brandon stands up and thrusts one of his arms upward, his fist landing on Grace's chin.
"Three…"
"YOU. TALK. TOO. MUCH!"
"Two…"
As the woman crouches down to aid Grace, Wayne seizes her by her wrists, immobilising her. She tries to wriggle her way out of his tight grasp, when Grace stands back up and tries to punch Brandon in return. He dodges easily, owing to Grace's poor eyesight. After a while of the two dodging each other's attacks, Brandon pulls out a gun, and points it to Grace's forehead. Just then, the woman releases herself from Wayne and snatches Brandon's gun, pointing it back at him.
"One…"
"Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but it's time for payback." Brandon lunges at Grace and takes him by the neck. Grace shoves him to the ground, prompting the man to clench his fists.
"I'm Wayne, by the way, and this guy with me is Brandon," says the man wearing a red jacket. He extends his arm to the unfamiliar bystander, as though they were about to shake hands. His expression turns sardonic. "We met over some whiny [i]alien scum[/i] who suckered us into helping her."
"What did you just say about Bella? You take that back this instant!" Grace turns to face Wayne. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt even if you were critical of us behind our backs, because you want to help people. I can see that. But what is this about making exceptions to the people you wish to help?"
You feel someone tap against your shoulder.
"At the count of three, seize those boys!"
Just then, Brandon stands up and thrusts one of his arms upward, his fist landing on Grace's chin.
"Three…"
"YOU. TALK. TOO. MUCH!"
"Two…"
As the woman crouches down to aid Grace, Wayne seizes her by her wrists, immobilising her. She tries to wriggle her way out of his tight grasp, when Grace stands back up and tries to punch Brandon in return. He dodges easily, owing to Grace's poor eyesight. After a while of the two dodging each other's attacks, Brandon pulls out a gun, and points it to Grace's forehead. Just then, the woman releases herself from Wayne and snatches Brandon's gun, pointing it back at him.
"One…"
You hear a gunshot.