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In moments, they were upon a thick road leading them from the glowing inner city far out into the countryside.
As they sped along, the outsides of the windows blurred into a blue mess of fields, trees and plants. Looking down was a different matter altogether: the road itself was white and strangely clean. There was not a single trace of damage to this that Alien Babe could spot.
As they flew on ahead, in the same was as their surroundings, their sense of time began to blur as well. For all Alien Babe knew, her and Tri could have been travelling for moments, for days or even for years.
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The location they were headed towards was actually a farm. Once coming upon it, Tri swivelled the car around impressively, managing finally to park upon the pebbles near the flowers and other garden plants. It was silent. There were no other vehicles, Atlanteans or aliens to be seen.
This farm and yard were admittedly both odd. This was mainly because there were some familiar aspects to these but then still others that would never be associated with a farm, such as the palm tree that had grown into the nucleus of the courtyard. The thick, well-worn of this palm was surrounded by a circular array of red bricks that complemented the decor of the rest of the garden. To the far South of the yard was a stable, painted red with white decorative elements. Both these colours were flaking from the surface of the wood.
“I wonder what kind of paint would manage to stick to this underwater wood down here when we’re compressed by the weight of all the oceans and seas?” thought Alien Babe.
It was time to get out of the car and to have a better look. The duo cowered out of the vehicle and at once stood upright, consequentially evading each other’s proximity once more. Tri slung his arm around the Alien Babe’s shoulder, following which Alien Babe rose onto her tippie toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
They were now approaching the stable that seemed to grow higher and grander with every step they took towards it.
As they neared the barn, Tri lifted his arm up as he had done earlier that day when unlocking his car. This time, there were no keys. With one expansive movement, he opened his lifted fingers to their fullest. Originating from the midpoint of his palm was a ray of energy. It cascaded from his skin, focusing into an intense beam that propelled itself at the topmost point of the door of this rickety structure. The flaps of the entrance creaked outwards, edging from their flat 180 position in a semi-circular motion. The last bit before the opening was a sharp ‘Clack’.
As they trudged inside the stable, Alien Babe noticed the abundance of cracks in the walls of the barn. These incisions formed the basis of irregular orange and blue semicircles that beautified the interior of the establishment in an improbable and remarkable way. Piles of impossibly green hay stood high on all sides, rising enormously over the tired bodies of the visitors.
Behind the stack of hay on the left of the shed, Alien Babe saw it. Tri’s horse. It was a yellow brown one with white spots. The eyes of the beast focused with such a curious hostility that could only have been calculated with mechanical precision.
“There’s no way this thing’s 100% organic,” she thought.
Her gut protested in alarm and her mind agreed. The question had without question been raised. Was this thing completely animal or was there some underwater operating machine mixed in there as well? She fixated on the fact that the horse was in any case a gallant brown being, flexing its muscles in the evening air, oblivious to its mighty stature.
“His name’s Don Quixote. Dad just got him for me for my birthday and I wanted to show you because we still have a few more hours before your stuff makes it to ours. He’s big enough so we can both get on and take the scenic route back,” Tri explained.
“Sick. Can I be in front or do you wanna steer?,” Alien Babe inquired.
“Imma steer,” he said, already taking the necessary steps towards the animal.
Now, in the moments before the final leg of the journey was the last chance for Alien Babe to reflect on her reason for coming to Atlantis in the first place…
The decision to move in with her boyfriend was for Alien Babe big and unexpected. While the move had been configured in part due to emotional reasons, it was also true that Alien Babe was also secretly fulfilling an ulterior motive: ever since fleeing from planet Erf due to the inquisition of the Space commission – with Icarus whom she had come to break up with soon after the event due to his struggles with substance abuse – the forces of the Space Commission had never ceased looking for her. She knew this because there were plenty of signs, the most ominous of which were the many times she had heard the pattering of strange footsteps behind her that had disappeared as soon as she had turned around. Atlantis was a city infamous around the Universes for its safety, brought about by the intricate tube system along which Alien Babe had travelled here initially. Therefore, Atlantis was the prime destination where she could hide from her troubles.
Moreover, Tri had actually been the one to ask her. The proposition had taken shape in the mind of her beau on one rainy Monday morning, when the couple had both been staying at Alien Babe’s country house, that had been purchased by the Alien Babe’s parents last summer as part of their shared midlife crisis. The house was located far up in the sunny hills of Alien Babe’s home planet.
It had happened when the couple were laying in Alien Babe’s bed, that was a white four poster one that took up most of her sleeping quarters. The morning had been cloudless, with nascent light streaming in uncontrollably from the window overlooking the valley Exero, playing at the curves of their blanketed bodies.
“You gotta come to Atlantis again sometime soon. I haven’t taken you to the mountains there yet but this reminds me a lot of it. There’s this dude in a man bun who takes me up there for free in a skilift – if I pick the right time I get to chill in the skilift and watch the sunset,” Tri remarked.
In the same way as the that light imposing into the room from the window, Tri’s thoughts also illuminated on an idea that he considered to be equally as bright.
“Uhh since you’re like between jobs at the moment or whatever, how would you feel about coming to stay with me for a while in Atlantis? I know you’ve been before, but I feel like it’d be really good for us if you stayed for a bit longer this time,” he suggested. It was clear to anyone, and especially to Alien Babe who knew him in such an intimate way, that this thread of thought had been tossed out into the open too quickly, as if he had been in a rush to reveal what he could before the fear of saying it got in the way.
After having rapidly run through mildly disastrous dating history in her mind, Alien Babe came to the conclusion that she would go. As a matter of fact, she realised that she had never wanted anything more than to live in Atlantis.
Nevertheless, before voicing her ultimate reply, she turned her head towards the leafy plotted plant seated on the door-lined ledge of the inner side of her room and noticed, with hindsight, that the plant sat in her room had been of the same species as the one that had been growing in one of the rooms in the hallways through which she had walked directly following her arrival to Atlantis.
“You can always start a new life,” she had said to herself, flinging her scaly arm around Tri and tucking her tentacle hair deeper into his chest.
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As Alien Babe was recovering from this flashback, Tri and her were still in the stable, about the embark on the horse. This would not be without help: there was even a little three-pronged ladder to be used in order to climb atop the monster.
“He probably knows what he’s doing,” though Alien Babe, trying to ignore the bad vibes she was getting from the horse or horse-machine, or machine or whatever it was.
He waited for her to get on first. She pulled herself up upon it; there was a similar space designated for Tri in front of her. After making sure that Alien Babe had reached an adequate level of stability, Tri inched as close as he could to the animal, reaching his leg to a 90 degree parallel position and flung himself into position with one quick motion.
“I thought it would be cool to get you there in a new way,” Tri said to her, stroking the stringy haired portion behind the ears of the majestic beast.
Alien Babe held tightly onto his shirt that had now for the sake of the brisk wind been covered by a thin quilted puffy jacket.
They had left the farm and were again making their way among the fields of beryl. In the distance, Alien Babe spotted the same fork in the road from whence they had arrived initially. To anyone observing them from ground level, they appeared in that moments a speckle of yellow, or perhaps more precisely a huskier version of a bee, storming past and pollinating plants with amazing impetus.
They passed many mountains, valleys as well as villages of Atlanteans, all of whom were currently on the daily grind. Breathing and blowing, as if aware of the mass of land there was still to cover, their golden pony galloped ahead, its strength originating from the repeating circular motions whisking them ahead.
“Is it like not gonna get tired or what?”Alien Babe contemplated.
Although she though the horse or whatever mechanical monster this was to be a nice touch, she lowkey wished them to have taken the car so she could listen to ‘La Marieta’ again as it was now stuck in her head. Nevertheless, now being on horseback in a frightfully open and breezy place where she knew her words to in any case get lost in the whipping wind, she would in no circumstances mention this to Tri, whose dark brow was matted to form a thick unibrow.
The tree began as a trickle of tar that grew out from the sides of the fields, blending slowly within the palette of the landscape into the leafy expanse of the full-blown forest. Ceremonious and grandiose, the dark evergreens betrayed no hint of the tropical palms that Alien Babe had spied at the farm.
“How is it that Atlantis is able to support such a wide variety of different woody plants all in one climate,” thought Alien babe.
It was spring and they were on horseback in the forest. Instead of the hooves of the horse momentarily entrenched and rose out from the thick under-canopy of dead leaves that were matted and layered above the gruesome muddiness of the earth. This was not actually the real earth, but the seabed. Despite this knotted surface, the horse strode along effortlessly, cantering on without a hint of remorse.
Alien Babe wondered whether this portion of the trip would ever really end, or if it would continue indefinitely until she became an old lady still with the same greyed tentacle hair, still in the same sweater and flares combination that had now become drawn out from her skin be the cold breeze from the North.
In the distance, to the Northwest from Alien Babe’s point of view on the horse, was a relief, emitting the glimmering of fairy dust. Stuck in the air within the beads of sun rays were tiny fair nymphs, each adorned with a set of minuscule wings unworthy of the inadequate zoom feature of the eyes of those closing in on them.
The closer they got, the more clearly the picture began to unfold. The illumination from the oasis grew increasingly tenacious till it reached the mouth of the opening. All at once, the oesophagus of the space opened up as if having been cut by the knife of a surgeon, allowing the couple to view the entirety of the oasis: a waterfall, underscored by chunky, bulbous rocks. Alien Babe wanted no more than to bathe in this soothing stream, to rest and to make a home for her and Tri there.
“Can we just stay here?” Alien Babe asked Tri in a trancelike state.
Alien Babe and Tri would have been foolish to try to resist. They marvelled, attempting with all they could to capture as much as possible of the waterfall and of its accompanying features in their minds eye. The horse, however, did not seem as pleased as the others and at this point he became unsteady, launching into an epic fit of unexpected neighing and bucking. The neighing and bucking intensified till it felt to the couple as if they had found themselves in a rodeo.
What was not visible to the Alien Babe and could indeed have been very much useful for them to see, was that the lighted eye-sockets of the equine Frankenstein glowed intensely, until they looked to be tiny planets rejecting from its pupils a message. Within them glowed the logo of the Space Commission.
“NEHIGHHHHH,” complained the horse.
Alien Babe and Tri were thrown onto the ocean floor.
The saviour came from above. It was Alien Babe’s true trusty steed: her motorcycle.
“Fuck it, lets just take my bike, it should definitely be safer this way,” Alien Babe shouted to Tri.
The bike came onto the ground hard, releasing a cloud of dust about her. Alien Babe was at once on her feet, pulling at Tri’s quilted collar.
The bike sat impatiently as they hauled themselves towards it. Using all their remaining energy, Alien Babe and Tri got their butts firmly settled upon the bike and dangled their legs on either side of it.
The bike shot upwards. The horse was soon left far behind.
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Still on the bike, they soon observed below them a white house, solidified on the outside with enormous white pillars.
The house was set on a mono-humped hill. In front of it was a garden yard and behind it was a pool.
It had been built in the Gilded Period Atlantean development, and was actually notorious for each of its bedrooms representing one of the seven deadly sins lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride all decorated accordingly. It had actually recently been converted back to private ownership after having been a tourist destination for quite some time.
It was sort of like those model houses they have at museums, except for the fact that it grew larger as they approached it.
They descended on it with a magnificent sweeping force. Once down on the lawn at the anterior end of the building, they were able to recollect their strength.
Now that they were on solid ground, it was clear to see that there were pillars stood vertically upright from the parallel place of the ground, making the front of the house seem slimmer than it actually was
“I wonder if he hosts parties here that are like Gatbsys” thought Alien Babe as she eyed up the ferns licking the sides of the building.
“What the hell was that back there?” asked Tri.
“What’s wrong, can’t the house wife to be have a life of her own?” inquired Alien Babe.
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“Babe can you pass me another beer from the fridge?” Tri hollered.
It was now day three in the house.
Alien Babe got up without replying and headed to the pink mini fridge sat besides them. It was small, but the one they used mainly instead of the big fridge out front because they hated doing groceries and Tri mainly ordered from the his personal food delivery service cause he was like a royal you know.
As soon as she turned back around to view the pool, the beers fell from her hands, shattering on the marble flooring surrounding the pool.
The Space Commission had arrived.
They hovered above Tri who laid in the pool on a blow-up mattress shaped like an underwater crab. He looked more than a little silly now, sitting there and relaxing with a drink in hand. Seeming to know this, or maybe just in a manifestation of stress, just spilled what was left of his alcoholic beverage to accompany the rest of the liquid in the pool.
One of the men emerged from out of the space vessel. He held a weapon.
“BANG!”
An obtrusive particle shot out from the barrel, contacting with Tri’s soft flesh. The indentation if formed became immediately a sweltering shade of dark purple.
Blood seeped out from the wound, covering the rest of his body in reddish purple juices. The gushed from the from incision was uncontrollable.
“NOOO!” screamed Alien Babe.
It was too late.
Tri was dead.
“Alien Babe we have come for you,” said the leader a man wearing all black, dressed in a leather suit presumably acquired from the outer regions of some distant galaxy.
“Why have you chosen now, when I’m at my happiest and about to settle into a new life? You really are the evillest men in all the Universes,” spat Alien Babe.
“We needed you before so we could use you to conduct research. You see, you are the only individual who has managed to escape from us for for so long. It is your fate to be captured. Submit to us or die,” asserted the ruling officer in a grave monotone.
By now Alien Babe was too defeated to reply or to fight or to do anything really.
She bowed her tentacle locks lower towards the brownish yellow tiling of the pool, taking one last look at what was left of Tri. Space Commission certified handcuffs snapped onto her scaly wrists.
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