Gazing up at the moon, one cold, and dark evening, I thought to myself, How similar we all really are. Us people can argue for eternity, but at the end of the day, we're all looking up at the same moon. If only humanity could look past its differences for only a moment. Regardless of who you are, the moon is a watchful guardian for all. A light to help you find your way. A spinning ... spinning?
Sure enough, the moon was indeed spinning. The craters rotated, blurring together as they picked up speed. I reached down for my phone. I've got to get this on camera. After fumbling for a bit, I managed to fish out my iphone, and brought it up to the sky. But when I looked up, I froze. The moon had grown! And it was getting bigger.
Hold on, I thought. It's not growing, it's heading straight for me! I turned tail and ran. A low-toned hum reverberated across the landscape. What is this, Chicken Little?
I glanced back again. What was chasing me wasn't the moon at all, and was instead some sort of flying saucer! I barely had time to register how cliche the design was before it slammed into the ground not 3 meters away, knocking the wind out of me.
Groaning, I staggered toward the crashed artifact. I paused and grabbed a metal bar thrown from the crash. There could be anything in that ship. Mustering my courage, I darted toward a rip in the saucer's side. Poking my head in, I could barely believe my eyes. Inside, there were two crustacean-looking aliens, dark black eyes poking out on stalks.
I stepped back in fright. One seemed to notice my makeshift weapon and advanced toward me, its claws snapping in the air. My heart pounding in my chest, I raised the metal bar and held it in front of me like a sword. "Hey! Back!" I yelled. Both the creatures scuttled away, hissing emanating from them.
I reached into my pocket and pulled my cell phone back out. If I could hold these things back long enough, someone else could take it from there.
"You guys are in for it now!" I yelled as I brought the phone to my ear. But before I could dial the number, when I looked into their eyes, something changed inside me. Suddenly, their disfigured limbs didn't seem so foreign. There was familiarity in those eyes, even though the bodies were foreign. I just couldn't bring myself to throw them under the bus.
Sighing, I put my phone up, and tossed them the rod. Squealing, one caught it. Instantly, the bar was plugged into some sort of console. The ship was swept out from under me, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back in the middle of the field.
I thought about the fame I could have gotten, had I stayed. But I could have never taken it on myself to hurt those who, although they looked different, were just like me.