[ WP ] Hiding behind a tree with a clear view of the crash site , you witness two men in military fatigues methodically move among the survivors killing them one by one .

Silencers only do so much. Noise travels and on a quiet night like tonight, it was still deafening. 
 
 I saw two of them. Two guys in cammies were executing them. Two soldiers I guessed, it was hard to tell if they had patches on their uniforms. One thing was for certain, there was no mercy to be spared for the poor saps laid out in front of the White Sands Mall. 
 
 I cowered behind a tree, watching. I could n't move. A low hanging branch held me up where my legs would n't, it's strength possessing more resolve than my legs. Still, I watched. A grisly orchestra of death and... not song, but screams reached out to me. The dying, and soon-to-be dead, howled and hollered, seeking reprieve from the night. Their wish; to never see the sun rise again. 
 
 Muffled, yet still loud pops echoed off the front of the mall. SEARS apparently had a sale on life. Buy none, get one shot to the head for free. 
 
 I turned to look at the fire. JC Penny was lit up like a bonfire. The storefront glass was melting as the heat burst the fluorescent bulbs from the signage. Mannequins flickered, then transformed into bright torches, only to burn out in seconds. Flames rocketed up from the roof in strange colors; light green, purple, and pink were all on display backed by a pitch black sky. 
 
 I tore my eyes back to the two man death squad, praying they had n't spotted me. Their muzzled pops continued. I watched them reload and carry on. 
 
 Pop. Pop. Pop pop. 
 
 Brains, blood, and plenty of bodily fluids stained the parking lot. A small breeze shifted the stench my way and I retched, trying my best to keep quiet. After I wiped my eyes I noticed something. JC Penny appeared to be sporting a shiny, cylindrical chimney. This chimney extended thirty feet above the collapsed roof and looked a lot like a missile, only it did n't look like a missile at all. It looked like a ship. 
 
 There was an opening at the end of the sleek cylinder, well above the cratered ceiling. I noticed that the portal was rectangular and about three feet wide by eight feet tall. A small, narrow tube exited the craft, and angled down into the SEARS store some forty feet away. 
 
 `` What the shit *is* this?'' 
 
 I turned my attention back to the executioners. They'd made quick work of the civilians near the mall and began sweeping the area for people outside of the immediate impact site. I was about to call out to them when I noticed a bright red dot on my right thigh. 
 
 `` Do n't shoot! Holy fuck, do n't shoot!'' I jumped out from behind the tree with my hands up, expecting one of the two killers to mow me down. `` I was n't in the mall. I was n't in there.'' 
 
 By chance I glanced down, only to see the red dot move up my thigh. Up my thigh to my belly, where it was joined with two additional red marks. The new marks looked different though, they were n't dots. A symbol akin to / • \ crept up to my chest. 
 
 `` Get down!'' One of the murderous bastards was staring at me, his palm faced down and his arm waving by his side. `` Get the fuck dow...'' 
 
 I heard something after I saw it, but it happened in a flash. A bright red orb materialized in the parking lot, then shot towards me with amazing speed. A split second later and I heard an electrical crackle that shattered the night. 
 
 I watched the ball hit my chest. It exploded into a wet rainbow of color. Pale blue light ricocheted away from me in tendrils of evaporating fluid. Yellow and green light diffused around my ribs and turned into fingers that seemed to caress me into a grip. The red though. The red splashed into a ring, with a single drop launching away from me, pulsing away from my chest before stopping about six feet away. 
 
 `` Get down!'' I heard through muffled ears. I could n't see the killers, my eyes focused on the droplet. `` Torch him, he's been taken.'' 
 
 The red drop fascinated me so much that I did n't notice the other red droplet falling from my forehead. Whatever crawled out of that cylinder had almost captured me with an inescapable net. 
 
 The killers in the White Sands Mall parking lot knew what to do. The killers were the saviors. 
 
 
 Edit: Added a word, formatting. 

