One more of my past writings.
"Dad..." The young woman said, stroking the cheek of the old man in the bed
with her scaled hand. "Why did you save me?"
The old man opened his icy blue eyes and looked into the red-orange eyes of
the person he called his daughter.
"Blood debt... I killed your whole family... they were all so brave, and I
was but a coward with my machine gun..."
"But you saved me. You brought me up as one of your own."
"When I saw you, you reminded me of the family I had lost during the initial
invasion... Who would have thought that humanity would have to face of with
creatures from another world?"
"Do you which it had never happened? I know that I sometimes do, I am not
human, but I am more human -- inside -- than I am my own species." The woman put
her hand to her chest, "Even thought my hart is not in my chest I do these
"I would never have met you... I would never have seen you grow into what you
are now if it were not for the invasion..." The man lifted his hand and put it
on the woman’s face "Remember, my daughter; be brave, always brave."
The man's hand fell down on the bed, and his breathing ceased. It was time
for the woman to go, to leave this house she had spent forty years in.
She picked up the backpack she had packed and put it on her back, making sure
she had her machete on her belt. She took a petrol can filled with ethanol and
poured it on the dead man and around the room and out the front door.
The newspaper with the words "Earth Invaded" in big black letters on she had
read a thousand times, she crumpled together and lit with the lighter she had
gotten for hear twentieth "birthday" some thirty years ago. It must have been
hard for him, she contemplated, seeing as her species had longer life cycles
than humans, she was but a child at the time.
As she dropped the burning paper on the pool of ethanol snow started to fall
around her. She had known it would come, and that she had to hurry into town
and find shelter for the winter.
As she watched the fire consume everything she had known, she starter reciting
the text she had read hundreds of times about how dying stars created new
forms of matter, and she thanked those dead stars for her life here.
She stood watching the fire for a quarter of an hour, as snow made the ground
white, before she started to walk down the path, the path that lead to town, a
place that her father had said was dangerous for her. But now she had no choice.
She had to face those fears, and be brave among the humans, and no matter
what not let their hate make her into the monster they might see her as.
Compassion is her blood debt to this world.