[ WP ] `` They call us monsters , son . ''

The entire room shook, it shook so hard I was sure the nuts and bolts holding the place together will surely fall apart. My father was at the pilot seat. He was pushing on the stick as hard as he could, but it seems to make the room groaned as it shook. Despite the chaos, the situation seems mesmerizing. A little gray figure with big eyes were pushing against a stick to try and stop the shaking of the room. 
 
 “ Hold on tight, son! ” Father screamed at me in *their* tongue. He seems persistent that we must learn their language if we are going to live by them. I have always wondered, why can ’ t *they* learn our tongue? It wasn ’ t even that hard to learn. I grabbed my seat and the rooms gravitational pull flipped upside-down, nearly pulling me up. The objects that rattled off the shelves onto the floor flew up. The speed of which I flew toward the ceiling knocked me out. 
 
 I woke up in the room; the ceiling light flickered in my face, irritating me. I felt hands grabbing me, “ They would consider us as monsters. ” My father voice echoed in my head. “ So always avoid contact as often as you can. ” I shook my whole body, surprising the captors. I fisted his large head, which caused him to stagger back. I bolted out of the room and into the green floor. I ran past what *they* would call “ trees. ” Columns of brown rough substance were what they were. 
 
 “ Hey, get back here! ” I heard them calling out, throughout the chaos of escaping, I got a glimpse of my father. His formerly black eyes were completely white. A sign among us that death had taken him. So it was no use going back. As I passed a tree, it exploded, sending bits onto me. It was followed by a large crack that sounded like two crafts crashing into each other at high speed. 
 
 I took this as a danger and ran even faster. But a sharp pain shot up my leg, causing me to collapse. They gathered around me within minutes. My blue blood flowed out of the hole on my leg and puddle beneath me, My blood was reflective so I stared at my black eyes and gray skin. 
 
 They were pointing objects at me. Their arm seems to be tensed as they held it. One of them grinned. “ You ’ re not going anywhere now, alien. You see, we have a good life here. We don ’ t need you or any other of your species messing around with that. Therefore you don ’ t exist, even as of now. ” He raised an arm, causing flashes of light out of the surrounding humans ’ objects. More pain shot up all over my body. The leader placed down his arm, ceasing the pain and the flashes. 
 
 “ Poor, poor thing. ” He laughed as he walked past me, not caring that he stepped into my blue blood. As the group walked back to my father ’ s craft. I spoke to them. 
 
 “ And THEY called us monsters. ” I looked down before they could look back at me. I stared at my reflection; the edges of my eyes were slowly turning gray. My visions turning into pitch black.
