Space from Invaders (closed)

JackMoz

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It was one of those towns that if you blinked more than once, you would miss it as you drove right through.

Greenville, somewhere or other. Just another small farming community that was less than 2000 people in the last Census, and would probably be less than 1000 in the next. It had all the schools for the surrounding farms, a grocery store/gas station and probably a couple of restaurants that were only open on the weekend and probably served the best something or other in the tri-state area.

Jack would have probably drove right through the town without stopping, but he was heading to one of the organization's hidey holes, and it was always good manners to bring fresh food and a filled tank, rather than mooch on what was already there.

It was almost eight o'clock on a Sunday night, and Jack thought this was probably one of those towns that rolled up its sidewalks at nine. So now was the best time to get in and out.

Up ahead Jack saw a large lit sign that proudly announced "Granny's Gas and Go." Jack pulled his late model dark tan Impala up next to the gas pumps and got out. The first thing he noticed was the pumps didn't take credit or debit cards. The second thing he noticed was that the pumps were analog. Last bastion against modern civilization, Jack thought to himself, as he got out of the car and stretched.

Jack was a nondescript man, which is how he preferred it. He was a little short of five foot ten, had thick dark hair and lightly tanned skin, two days growth on his face, was lanky, and wore jeans, denim jacket and a gray T-shirt that could come out of any low-end department store. His arms weren't overly muscular, but had the look of someone whose life kept him fit, and not time spent at the gym. His boots were the only thing that looked as if he had spent any money on. They were solid outdoor boots that could get a man anywhere, and they looked both broken in and well taken care of.

Jack subtly patted the gun inside his jacket before heading into the store. Not that he was expecting trouble, but you stayed out of trouble by always expecting it.
 
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Hailey Bell was in the produce aisle looking through the Granny Smith's and trying to find just a couple more without any soft spots on them.

Standing at a petite 5' 4"; she was wearing a red and navy plaid patterned flannel button-up shirt, a faded pair of blue jeans, and her old broken in work boots that she wore everyday while she was helping out her folks with the family farm. Her long and straight golden blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail at the back of her head, and her cornflower blue eyes scanned the apple in her hand carefully.

Her mama was wanting to make a pie for a church social that was going to be held later on that week and had asked Hailey to go into town to get the ingredients for it. Hailey thought it was probably because her mother didn't think that Hailey got out and socialized enough that she'd asked her to go instead of just doing it herself.

Hailey didn't consider herself an unsocial person, it was just that there weren't many people left in Greensville that she was interested in socializing with. A couple of her high school friends were still around. The ones that had settled down right after (or during) high school with a guy and started popping out kiddos, but they had their families to take care of now and were usually busy. The rest had gotten the heck out of dodge and gone away to college, where Hailey would have liked to have been.

She'd definitely made good enough grades in high school for it, but unfortunately her folks just didn't have the money to pay for it. She'd had a part-time job since she was sixteen trying to save up, but the farm hadn't been producing so well the past several years and she ended up spending a lot of what she'd been making to help out the family, and then the scholarship she'd been hoping on had fallen through too, so here she was. Two years after her high school graduation and still stuck in Greenville helping out with the farm and working part-time at the local diner.

At least it was a nice little town with friendly people who cared for one another... or at least it usually was. People were being a little standoff-ish tonight. Not nearly as chatty as they usually were. Usually as soon as she'd walked in the door she have people saying hello to her and asking how her folks were doing, stuff like that. Not tonight. Though she supposed maybe everyone was just trying to make their purchases quickly before the store closed in a little bit.

She noticed the stranger when he walked in the door, but quickly dismissed him and continued on to her task of picking the final apple for the pie. He looked a little rough around the edges with the scruff on his face, but that wasn't uncommon to see when shopping in town. There were a lot of people that would travel through here on their way to or from one of the local hunting or camping spots. Lots of people these parts enjoyed those kinds of things, herself included.
 
Nobody really knew what the invaders were. At least no one Jack had talked to. There were dozens of theories, everything from interstellar viruses to interdimensional curses. And dozens of proposed methods for dealing with them, from amplified cosmic ray guns to the seals of Solomon.

Jack had a cure for them too. A hollow point between the eyes usually took care of the problem. Maybe there was a big cure that would solve the invader problem for good. That wasn't Jack's worry. Jack just gathered information and passed it up the chain of command. And along the way, he took care of people contaminated by the invaders.

Jack grabbed al cart and began pushing it through the aisles of the small grocery store. As he began grabbing supplies, he noticed a certain amount of aloofness from the rest of the shoppers. In Jack's experience, that wasn't uncommon in a small town. Strange faces always stood out, and weren't always welcome. Still, there was something off putting about the glares Jack was getting.

As Jack made his way down the single frozen food aisle, he spotted the tell-tale markings of an invaded body on the lower back of someone who was bending over to grab something off a bottom shelf.

That's when he spotted an elderly lady pulling a revolver out of her purse.

Then all hell broke loose, as the patrons and employees of the store drew weapons and began firing at Jack.

A number of factors saved Jack's life. Invaded humans had slower reflexes, and more than a few of the shooters had little or no experience with the firearms they were using. Plus, Jack had been doing this for a long time. Even when Jack didn't spot trouble, his subconscious usually did.

In a very short time, there were only two living people in the store: Jack and a young blond hair cowering in front of him. Jack's face lacked any sign of emotion as he kept the gun trained on the girl. "Show me your lower back," he growled. "Now."
 
Hailey dropped the apple she'd been looking at and dropped to her knees behind the produce shelf as shots were suddenly fired in the store.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed to herself in disbelief.

From what she could see from her vantage point behind the shelf it seemed like everyone in the store had suddenly pulled a gun out and was having a shoot out with camper that she'd seen walk in earlier. EVERYONE! Even sweet little miss Opal Doyle who she'd taken piano lessons from as a kid, and who was currently EIGHTY-FIVE!

A stray bullet hit the top of a stand near Hailey and she dropped completely to the floor, pressing herself as flat as possible on her stomach and wrapping her arms up over her head.

It was there that Jack found her, still cowering and shaking even after the shooting had silenced.

She flinched in response to the sound of his growling voice and turned her head to look up at him, her blue eyes widening as she saw the gun he had pointing at her. It took a moment for what he'd said to register through the shock of what had just happened. She thought it a weird demand, but she wasn't about to tell that to a crazy man with a gun. With shaking hands, she reached behind her back and pulled up the hem of her shirt so that he could see her lower back.
 
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Externally, Jack had no reaction, but internally he gave a sigh of relief. The young woman's back was clear of any marks. Of course, it didn't mean she wasn't infected. It just meant that the infection had reached the point where the invaders took control.

Jack pondered what to do next. He could leave the girl here, shoot the girl and save her from being taken over by the invaders (if she was infected, or might get infected), or take her with him and do a more thorough examination at the "hidey hole" he was heading toward.

It took longer to list the choices available to him than for Jack to come to a decision.

Jack walked over to a body on the floor, sprawled out on its stomach. With his boot, he pushed the corpse's shirt up, revealing a series of black, crisscrossed raised lines on the dead body's lower back.

"That's what I was looking for," he told the blonde girl. "You're lucky I didn't find anything. Now put your stuff in my cart," he said, motioning with his gun at the shopping care he had temporarily abandoned during the gun fight, "And head out to my car." Jack pointed at his Impala with his gun. "Move!"
 
Hailey stared at the markings on the back of the dead body that Jack indicated, trying to focus on them and not the dead body itself.

No, not body. Person. A dead PERSON.

Against her better judgement, her gaze wandered to the man's face. She recognized him. His name was Jim. He was married with two kids and ran an auto repair shop in town. He seemed like a sweet guy. Had always let her pay for work on the truck in installments since he knew things were tight for her and her folks. Now he was laying in front of her with a bullet between his eyes and strange markings on his back.

What did the markings mean? Where they what had made him and the rest of the people in the store act this way?

"Move!"

Jack's demand snapped her out of her thoughts and she quickly scrambled to her feet. With shaking hands she grabbed her bag and put it in his shopping cart before heading out of the store towards his car like he said.
 
Jack scanned the store, making sure that everyone he had put down was staying down. A few random samplings of the dead bodies confirmed that they were all infected. It wasn't the first time he had run into a cluster of invaded humans that looked to be put into place to stop him (or someone like him). But it was still an uncommon occurrence, and something that his superiors would be interested in.

Jack looked in the small, glassed-in manager's office and found an absence of any monitors. One good thing about this happening in the middle of nowhere, he decided.

Jack ran out to his car just as the blonde girl got there. Opening the passenger door, Jack ordered the blonde girl to get in the front seat and buckle up, while he tossed the groceries in the back seat. Jack quickly walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat. He turned to the blonde girl and said, "You want answers and I'm going to give them to you. But not here. Trust me, though, you don't want to stay here to learn about those answers the hard way." Without another word, Jack started the Impala and pulled out onto the highway.
 
Hailey looked out the window of the Impala as they pulled out onto the highway and sped away from the town. Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around what had just happened to her.

One moment she had been looking through some silly apples, and now she was with a stranger rushing off to God knows where after he'd just shot a store full of people!

She turned and looked at the stranger, finally finding her voice, "Where...where are you taking me?"
 
Jack didn't answer immediately. His eyes were constantly checking the rear view mirror, while at the same time looking for a turn off up ahead. The latter wasn't an easy task, as woods had sprung up on either side of the rural, unlit highway.

Deciding that they weren't being followed, Jack slowed down until he spotted an unmarked turnoff. Jack pulled off the highway to a gravel road leading off into the darkness.

"Somewhere safe," Jack finally answered. He remained quiet for a minute, then asked, "What's your name anyway? Wait," he interrupted himself. "Pull out your driver's license and read it off like you were doing a school report. You got a driver's license, don't ya?"
 
"Yeah, I have one," Hailey replied. She thought it was an odd demand, but just like on the store when he told her to show him her back, she wasn't about to argue with a mad man with a gun... though after seeing the marks on Jim's back and the way everyone had acted in the store, she was beginning to wonder now if "mad" was really an accurate word to describe this man. She pulled out her driver's license from her back pocket and began to read.

"Hailey Marie Bell. Date of birth: May 2nd, 1996. Height: five foot five. Sex: female. Eyes: blue. Class: C. Restrictions: None. Organ donor... do you want me to keep going?"
 
"No, you're good," Jack answered. He slowed down the car enough to turn the Impala onto an old fire road. The Impala's shocks, not the best to begin with, didn't help the bumpy ride Jack and Marie were receiving as the vehicle traversed the packed dirt road. "You got good diction...Marie," Jack continued, his mouth trying out for the first time the girl's name. "We'll still have to do an examination, but now I feel it's just going to be going through the motions. But you always got to check," He added.

"So you're twenty-years old? You go to a junior college or something?" Small talk wasn't exactly Jack's forte. What little talking he did was usually either in the form of a report, or getting supplies. But he did need to gather information, and besides, he felt he ought to be saying something.
 
Hailey didn't understand what he meant by an examination. Like at a doctor? Was it some kind of sickness that had caused the markings he had shown her back at the store? The ones that had apparently made Jim and everyone else in the store...

His question about college distracted her from her train of thought, and honestly it was a welcome distraction. She decided to play along and go ahead and try to make small talk with the stranger beside her. After all, if there was one thing that small town folk were good at it was small talk.

"No...I'd wanted to," she began, "There really isn't a junior college close enough to Greensville to go, and my family didn't have the money for me to go away to a regular one... I've been trying to save up myself to start taking some online classes or something, but well...it's taking longer than I'd planned..."

"And it's Hailey," she explained, correcting him, "Marie is my middle name." She was quiet for a moment before adding, "What's your name?"
 
He hesitated for a moment before he answered.

"Jack," he finally said. There wasn't any reason he shouldn't tell her his name. After all, considering what he was going to be revealing to her shortly. It was just that it had been so long since he had introduced himself to a complete stranger. In fact, for the last few years, when he had "met" someone, it had been a meeting arranged by his superiors for the purpose of combating the invaders.

Reflecting on the surreal nature of the recent history of his social interactions almost made Jack miss his final turnoff. The Impala pulled off the dirt road to a drive way that was little more than two dirt tracks almost overgrown with grass. The Impala jostled around for about a quarter of a mile and it pulled to a dilapidated old house with a metal roofed carport attached to it. Jack pulled the Impala under the carport, then turned off the motor.

Jack pulled his gun as he got out of the car. "Just leave your bag in the car and follow e," he instructed Hailey as he moved toward the house.
 
Hailey didn't push for Jack's last name. Given his hesitation before answering she was almost surprised that he had answered the question at all. She looked out the window as they turned off the road onto a barely visible path, until finally they had arrived at a house so old and worn that she would have thought it abandoned if she'd stumbled upon it herself.

She stiffened as she noticed him pulling out his gun again, but did as he instructed and followed behind him towards the house.

"Is this where you live?" she asked him, trying to figure out why he had brought her here. He'd said before that he was taking her some place safe. Why then did he still need the gun?
 
"I don't live anywhere," Jack responded automatically before he even thought about the question. He led Jane into the shack and headed straight to the center of the main room. Jack reached down and opened up an almost invisible trap door. Beneath the trap door was another one, but this trap door was stainless steel door with a key pad in the center.

Jack punched in four different numbers. The door popped open, revealing a set of steep steel stairs leading downward. "The keys also read your fingerprints," Jack said offhandedly, "So just knowing the right code won't open sesame. Follow me." With the last order, Jack began descending down the stairs.
 
Hailey didn't know what to make of Jack's comment about not living anywhere. As someone who had lived their whole life in the same place it was hard to wrap her head around the idea of someone not having a place to call home.

She looked with wide, curious eyes as he revealed the stainless steel trap door and began punching in numbers to the keypad. What on earth was that kind of technology doing in a ratty old place like this?! She hesitated at the top of the stairs for a moment as he began to descend, briefly debating if she should try to run for it. If she was going to, now would probably be her last chance before that door closed back behind them and she had no escape...but where would she run? They were already miles from town, out in the middle of nowhere.

Slowly, she descended the stairs after him.
 
There was another door at the bottom of the stairs, with a keypad in the center. Jack entered another code. As soon as the bottom door opened, the door above them closed and sealed.

"As soon as the bottom door opens, there's a mechanism that lowers the car," Jack said, as he stepped through the door. On the other side was a corridor that split off to the left and the right. Doors and corridors could be seen splitting off from the main passages in the distance.

"The car will be lowered into a cool chamber," Jack added as he led into the corridor. "In case you have perishables but need to go somewhere first. Like right now. Let's get the examination done." Jack motioned for Hailey to follow him as he turned right and headed down the colorless corridor.
 
Hailey froze in shock as she followed Jack through the second door and into the corridor. What she'd expected to be some kind of walled off root cellar instead appeared to be some kind of huge military like underground bunker!

She was surprised too by his comments explaining how the mechanisms for lowering the car worked. Coming from a town that didn't even have a pay at the pump card swipe at their gas station she wasn't used to such technology and was completely fascinated by what he told her.

"What kind of examination?" she asked as she followed behind him, her eyes gazing around her in curiosity, "What is this place?"
 
Jack ignored the first question as he led Hailey to a tee in the corridor, turning to the left.

"It's sort of a catchall facility for the people I work with," Jack finally answered. "This one is a lot bigger than most, but they're all pretty advanced."

Jack led Hailey through a sliding door into a side room. Inside the room was a number of computers, as well as glassware, microscopes and other scientific equipment. The far side of the room was bare, save for a chain hanging from the ceiling and some kind of control nearby.

"I'm afraid this is where we need to start the examination," Jack said as he grabbed something from one of the tables and walked over to the side of the room the chain was hanging from. "Hailey, I'm going to need you to come over here and strip down to your underwear."
 
Hailey, looked around the room as they entered, wondering what kind of people it was exactly that Jack worked for. The government? Some kind of private scientific testing agency? Why all the secrecy with the location and storage for the car? She was looking curiously at one of the microscopes when she heard him mention the examination again.

Looking up, she saw him move to an ominous looking corner of the room with a chain handing from the ceiling.

"Hailey, I'm going to need you to come over here and strip down to your underwear."

"What?... N- no," she said, nervously taking a step back from him, "Why? Because of those marks you showed me before? I already showed you, I don't have them!"
 
"There are other signs," Jack said, putting whatever he had picked up from the table into his pocket. "What you saw were the final marks, when the invaders finally take control of the body." Jack pulled out his gun, pointing it in Hailey's direction and said in an almost apologetic tone. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist, Hailey."
 
Other signs? Invaders? Hailey didn't understand. Who was he talking about? She didn't have time to ask though.

Her eyes widened as he pulled out his gun and pointed it at her, gazing first at it and then back up at him in disbelief as her eyes began to water slightly. She obeyed the command. What other choice did she have?

Walking over to him she kicked off her boots and lowered her gaze in embarrassment as she began to remove her clothes. Unfastening her jeans she pushed them down past her hips, revealing navy cotton hipster briefs with white lace edging beneath. She let the jeans fall to the floor and stepped out of them before moving her shaking hands to unfasten the buttons on her flannel shirt, gradually exposing the white demi cut bra that she wore.
 
Jack was able to remain emotionless, at least in appearance, though he felt a stirring begin growing in him at the appearance of Hailey's revealed body.

When Hailey was left standing in just her underwear, Jack moved underneath the chain hanging from the ceiling. Looking at Hailey, he ordered her to, "Step over here with your hands stretched out in front of you, your wrists together."
 
Hailey looked up at the chain and then down at Jack. She was pretty sure that he was going to chain her up and she didn't like the idea of it at all. What exactly was he going to have to do for this "examination"? She walked forward towards him though, stretching out her hands and offering them to him wrists together as instructed.

"What kind of signs would there be?" she asked quietly.

She was still trying to make sense of everything, but from what he said she'd gathered that he must be looking for signs that she was infected with whatever it was that had made Jim and the other people in the store act the way that they had.
 
In a quick, seamless motion, Jack produced a pair of handcuffs, secured them around Hailey's wrists, then lifted her wrists, attaching them to the chain above her. Jack then pulled a knife from his pocket and, with a quick flick of the blade, released Hailey's hair from its ponytail.

Turning his back to her, Jack walked over to the controls of the wall, answering Hailey, "There's some muscular rigidity in different places on the body that would show up before the invaders finally took over your body. I don't expect to find any signs because, if you had been infected, between the time you first showed me your lower back at the store and now, the lines would almost always have shown up, indicating the invaders had taken you over completely."

Jack turned around and found his breath catching in his throat. The nearly nude Hailey, her released hair cascading across her shoulders, ,was a more beautiful sight than he had seen in a long time. Jack stared for almost a minute, not saying a word, until he shook his head as if he was waking up.

"I'm ninety-nine percent sure you're not infected," Jack finally managed to get out. "I think you might even be a natural immune like me. But it doesn't hurt to make sure."

Jack pushed a button on the wall, raising the chain slowly until Hailey could stand on her feet with them a shoulder length apart, but otherwise couldn't move.

"And I promise," Jack said, returning back to Hailey, "This won't hurt. But I will need to know a few things. For example, are you a virgin?"
 
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