Writing Prompt

I always knew I was different, an outcast. An alien in human flesh, destined to wander this strange planet alone. Then I saw him, sitting across the cafeteria.

He was an outcast, just like me. Both of us not belonging in this crazy ass world. Both of us not knowing what’s crawling inside our skin, just knowing we don’t belong here, that we were never made to fit in this world.

I always thought that I was invisible to the naked eye, until he looked back at me. We both knew we were the same, not human. Our eyes were the same shape but different from any others. We walked the same, talked the same way; I’m not alone anymore. Him and I are just two aliens trying to fit in this crazy ass world humans call earth.

For the first time, I felt the organ in my chest move. Beat. React. It seemed ethereal. The way he sat, how the sun perfectly caught the strands of blonde in his hair, making it appear to glow. His grey eyes, with flecks of every color imaginable. Making them seem deep, but soft, comforting. He held an entire world in his eyes and it was enchanting. He held an entire world in his eyes alone, then he looked at me. He stared, as if by some gravitational force, he couldn’t look away. Those warm, comforting eyes suddenly started to look cold, with malice in his new glare. I felt isolated, the rest of the room fading to black apart from him and I. He started to fade into the blackness as well, and I reached. Longing for his gentle gaze again. Everything was black, and it was cold. It was the first time I’d felt the organ in my chest move. And just like that, it stopped.

I knew as soon as I saw him, he was like me. An outcast, not belonging. Was it some primal instinct of mine, or some sixth sense of my kind, to know when there was others like me near by?

How to approach him? I can’t just come out and ask about his past, his people, his home. I noticed humans can find such bluntness rude, and while we weren’t human, I was still playing one. I would have to keep my cool. Thankfully, he was sitting near a trash can, I could be rid of my trash and get a sense of him as well. Did he know why I was here?

I walked over to the trash, placed my recycling in the proper container, and the waste in the other. His eyes never left the tablet he was intensely staring at, but my fear intensified. I learned to trust these instincts. He may be like me, but he was no friend. Okay, will stay cool, and get the hell out of there.

I went back to my table, and collected my bag. As I left the cafeteria, I subtly glanced in his direction. Shit, he sees me. We make eye contact, and I know I have to get out of there an hide. Something in the back of my mind screams, “Hunter.” I run.

Thankfully, the mall is crowded with holiday shoppers, and I lose him. I find a hallway which leads to the loading docks, and hide behind some pallets, trying to control my breathing. Unwillingly, flashback to when I was younger, in the group home, when I realized I was different. I still have the mysterious scars on my wrists, I had no idea what there were.

I looked human, smelled human, and could act human when needed, but things were...off. I could see things my roommates couldn’t, not quite what one would call auras, but energies, and it wasn’t all the time. When the flu hit the home, I was the only one not to get sick, but a tiny cold, that knocked me out for weeks. Little, subtle things.

I sense he was getting closer, and I had nowhere to run. Fine, time to fight. I emerge from my hiding place, and see him towering over me. Weaponless...how curious.

“Tax, I am here to bring you back. Please some quietly, you have no idea what danger you can pose to these hu—“

He never finished his sentence. My claws lashed out, slitting his throat. Claws? Those are new. I look down at his body, and grin. He was carrying some sort of wrist restraint. Bounty hunter. The memories are coming back. Who I am. What I can be. What I can do.

Time to have fun. And be wary, they would send more after me.

I always knew I was different, an outcast. An alien in human flesh, destined to walk this strange planet alone. Then I saw him, sitting across from the cafeteria.

Next to the cafeteria was the pub where I often chose to drown my sorrows . It was where I had been heading until becoming side tracked by the mysterious one .

It was residing in the shadows but the street light had whistle blown its chances to not being seen.

And from what I could see it was a male who certainly did not look the norm.

I was intrigued because he too was different. His uniqueness I could relate .

I was different on the inside he was different on the outside.

Maybe we could be of some use to each other.

“Hello “ I said to the figure.

Large eyes blinked back at me .

There was no hesitation as I was ushered to join him in the shadows

I felt no fear .

It was comforting when those large eyes dug deep into my soul and knew I was no threat.

He told me his real name was Adna . And as a baby he had been taken in by a childless earth couple .

A woman had handed him in to the authorities after saying she had found him on a boat called The Ark.

No one had ever claimed him and so he had been given the earth name Noah.

He then went on to tell me the female that had handed him in , had in-fact been his Earth mother.

But it did not take long to find a child broody couple.

The love had Easily flowed until Adna’s differences showed. This made them disown him and want to adopt a girl instead and so he got sent to a children’s home.

But all was not lost as that home had become a sanctuary for further developments. He had been able to fit in well and left alone to get on with his growth ,

Here he was never questioned or forced to blend into a world of normality.

In this home everyone had their own story and was different in some way.

But the day had now come for Adna to leave the home .

So many miles he had walked in search of the questions to the answers that he seeked.

I pried more as to why it was now he had chosen to leave.

He then stood out of the shadow and showed me.

I gasped at the alien that stood before me.

But all was not lost and I knew what to do.

“ I know the way “ I smiled

We did not have far to walk for I Somehow knew home was only a few fields away.

And yes there it was .

We now stood and watched as the craft lowered itself.

Adna then took my hand into his and said “ I knew you would come “

As we boarded I smiled as a voice from the craft said

“ welcome home “

And downloaded a dating app so I could start speaking to him.

I always knew I was different, and outcast. An alien in human flesh, destined to wander this strange planet alone. Then I saw him, sitting across the cafeteria.

Wearing a nice white hoodie that made his incredibly pale skin seem almost more tan than possible. His hood was half up, but the front bit of his hair tumbled out. Golden and blonde, drooping nest his eye level, as I neared his eyes themselves, I blushed furiously. They were brown and green and hazel and all of the warmest colors, I could see right into them.

Wait. I can see right in to them. He’s looking right at me. His eyes traveled to my hair, boring brown, very messy — what I call “rustic” or “bed head beauty” — then continued on to my attire, tracing my shape with his eyes, and motioning to the chair across from him. Oh buddy. I cautiously went and sat down.

“So how was your day?” He asked kindly.

“Well, to be honest, I was feeling pretty worthless until a moment ago. School sucked and work wasn’t the best, but at least I brought cookies.” I said cautiously.

He laughed, telling me I have worth and reminding me of Gods love. I am no alien.