[ WP ] Write a horror story in which the main character is a def man/woman . The gruesome twist at the end correlates to his/her inability to hear .

People always called my deafness a disability, but I never believed them. I always saw it as a gift. I saw things other people missed, I felt things others ignored. 
 
 When the alien invasion came, people scrambled to fight them. They never stood a chance, though. Their technology was insufficient to damage the aliens, their advanced camouflage suits, or their ships. The last broadcast on the television read nothing but `` Good night, and good luck. We all need it.'' 
 
 Over the years, I learned by watching. I learned the aliens' greatest weakness was they assumed humans were all made the same, like they themselves were. They did not realize that we are each unique. I watched as many men and women tried to break into the alien's ships, only to fall down and die. Those close enough to the cannon fodder would writhe in pain, but it never affected me. 
 
 I learned, much later, that the aliens had abducted people, experimented on them, and come to some conclusions: 1 ) human rely on both sight and hearing, 2 ) by overriding the brain pathways through one of these means, the humans were disabled, and 3 ) sound was their preferred method. 
 
 I was born with a rare birth defect; I've been deaf since before my birth. I was born without eardrums. So I learned by watching and touching. I learned to identify when the aliens were close, when they were arming their weapons, by the feel of the ground just before they struck. 
 
 So I watched, and I waited, and when the opportunity came, I broke into their ship. The sound-defense did not work on me -- I had no eardrums to route information to my brain. When I got to the command-control center, I knew the buttons to press, because I had watched them. 
 
 After I had hacked into their mother-ship and implanted a self-destruct with no manual override code to activate ten minutes hence with no countdown -- hidden in the background of the operating system, I watched as their suits and their ships exploded. 
 
 The world was in turmoil for several years afterwards, until a simple woman from an ambiguous background started to bring order to the chaos. The rules were strict, swiftly enforced, with no mercy. But this brought a sort of peace. Peace through fear. 
 
 I watched as this newly elected President of the United World Confederacy signed her acceptance speech, with a verbal translator present. It was only the deaf that truly understood, however. The last line was not `` Good night; good luck. We all need.'' It was `` Good night; good luck. You all need.''
