[ WP ] An alien race far more powerful than humans has to come to destroy Earth , but are scared off after a few incredibly lucky encounters with humans .

There were bodies lining the streets when the Alien came into the settlement. It was surprisingly easy to snatch one of the them. There was no struggle at all. The Human that the Alien approached was slumped over on the side of the road, glass bottle in hand and dressed in ragged clothing. When the Alien placed a hand on the Human's shoulder, the Alien found that the man was completely unconscious. Scouting out the planet had became monumentally easier than expected; the Alien already had a body he could take over and use to sneak into Human populated areas. 
 
 The Alien pulled the unconscious Human off of the side of the road and into the brush nearby. There was no struggle when the Alien stabbed the man in the back of the neck, deleted the consciousness that resided in the under-sized brain, and inserted a small portion of the Alien's own consciousness into the Human's brain. To the Alien's shock, there had still been remnants of the Human's consciousness left in the small recesses of the brain. The Alien felt slight discomfort as the few memories left behind by the Human began to mingle with its own. 
 
 The Human was a male by the name of Alan who had entered the armed services, took damage to his leg during battle, and was honorably discharged only to find that he could n't find a job and did n't receive adequate support from the government to keep a house. The Human that was once Alan resorted to living on the streets of the world, keeping alive just by handouts. The Alien was impressed after getting over the disgusting feeling of having the Human's memories meld with its own. The Human had managed to survive living without much support. On any world, that was admirable on its own. 
 
 Now, with possession of a Human body, Alan ( *the Alien*, the Alien was beginning to find that there may have been more memories left over in the Human's mind than it had previously thought. The Alien would have to talk to the Engineer once he was back on board the Fleet and away from the planet ) made his way towards the hospital. Before a strike would be enacted on this feeble planet. the Fleet would have to know what kind of medical technology the Human race had. If the Fleet knew what the Humans were n't capable of healing, picking an attack-plan would be trivial. 
 
 It was a little difficult walking, but soon, with the help of Alan's memories, the Alien managed to figure out how to get the body up and going at a decent pace without much difficulty. Alan ( *the Alien the Alien the Alien* ), took one peek at the body he left behind in the brush, making sure it was hidden adequately, but with the help of the cloaking device given to him by the Engineer, it'd be nigh impossible for any other Human to find it. 
 
 Before long, Alan was in the hospital. He sat down in what appeared to be a waiting area. There was a female Human sitting across from him, and she gave him a quiet look of disgust. Alan ( *THE ALIEN* ) felt a sensation, something that the leftover memories called *embarrassment*. Alan ( *the alien? * ) frowned, then looked around, noticing how there were Humans wearing blue clothing, coming and leaving through a door. It was through there that they surely kept the injured humans. Alan did n't have to think twice to know he would n't be able to make it past there without drawing suspicion. He was going to have to get a hold of one of those Humans dressed in the blue clothing. 
 
 *** 
 
 It had n't been easy, but not long after, Cheryl ( *or am I Alan? * ) found herself wandering hallways lined with doors, and beyond each door was a different Human afflicted with a different disease or ailment. Using the leftover memories from Cheryl's mind, the Alien ( *or Alan? * ) knew how to go about interviewing the wounded Humans, seeing how they were feeling, if they needed anything at all. Cheryl, ( *no, the Alien* ), knew she ( *IT* ) would have to be quick and leave. All of these memories, from both the male and female were becoming too much. The Engineer had obviously misjudged the elasticity of the Human mind and how prone it was to holding onto memories. 
 
 Cheryl made her way out of that floor, up the stairs, and into a new ward ( she knew it was a ward, because that's what *Cheryl* knew ). In this ward, Cheryl took note of how these wounded Humans were afflicted by something different altogether than the Humans on the different floors of the hospital. 
 
 She walked by, peering into one room after another until she was finally drawn into one room housing a small female Human. A small female with no hair on her head ( *this is strange, most Humans have hair on their head, what is this? * ). 
 
 `` How are doing, I mean, excuse me, how are you doing?'' Cheryl asked, not quite used to how this tongue worked. 
 
 `` I'm doing fine, just having a little trouble keeping food down,'' the small Human answered. 
 
 `` Mhmm, let me look at your chart,'' Cheryl said. She pulled out the clipboard and scanned the papers. Cheryl's leftover memories chugged and pulsed, and for a brief instant, the Alien feared that it would lose itself completely. Whenever the Alien had deleted Cheryl's consciousness, there must've been a small piece left, a piece much larger than what was left in Alan's mind. This was bad, this was very bad. The small piece of Cheryl that was leftover had the potential to grow and absorb the Alien's consciousness. If that had happened, the Fleet would be discovered, and the infiltration would be a failure. 
 
 Those thoughts were shoved aside though when the Alien realized what kind of treatment that little Human, no, the little *Warrior* had been subject to. Radiation meant to destroy cellular tissue was being applied to her body on a regular basis. `` What are they doing to you?'' Cheryl whispered. 
 
 `` Huh?'' 
 
 Cheryl looked up from the clipboard, beads of perspiration wriggling their way out onto her forehead. `` I have to get out of here,'' Cheryl ( **The Alien** ) said aloud, `` What are you? What are you?'' 
 
 The Alien backed away out of the room, feeling awkward and gawky in the Human's ( **CHERYL, MY NAME IS CHERYL** ) body. The Alien bumped into the doorway, tripping over its own feet, falling down towards the tile, failing to catch itself and slamming face first into the ground. Blood poured out of Cheryl's nose ( the Alien's? ), and she got up, mumbling and stuttering. `` I have to get back, I have to get back, I have to get back into my, our? No, my body. It's just mine. It's none of yours. It's not Alan's body. It's not Cheryl's body. It's my body. I have to go. They're, they are crazy.'' 
 
 Mumbling all the way, Cheryl made it to the staircase that she had climbed up not too long ago, but now, her mind was a mess, an entanglement of the Human who had once been Cheryl fighting the invading consciousness of the Alien that attempted to kill her. She took a step towards the edge of the stairs leading down, peered down, and sighed. 
 
 `` You're not, you're not, you're not making it back,'' Cheryl said, **THE REAL CHERYL** said. The **REAL** Cheryl locked her knees, and allowed herself to tumble down the stairwell. There was screaming as her body bounced with every hit, bones breaking and spine twisting, but it was n't Cheryl screaming. It was the Alien. At the last step at the bottom of the stairwell, Cheryl's neck snapped, and for a brief moment, there was nothing but darkness for the Alien. 
 
 *** 
 
 The Alien awakened back in the brush, where it had originally injected itself into Alan's body. Weak and frazzled and missing part of its consciousness, the Alien hobbled back to the Fleet, where it would bring news of the Humans that battered themselves with radiation, and of their consciousness that refused to give up. The Alien would bring news of the female Human who had nearly absorbed him, the Human Warrior named Cheryl.
