Alien Monologue

“Just… we have to do something first. You and me, we need to work this out. We need to get this whole thing fixed.”

“... How can I help you?”

“We're going to find the fucker that did this and put a bullet through his head.”

“... Huh?”

“You heard me. How far did you get into my memories Ben?”

“Snippets… so much killing. I saw things that couldn’t be real. You-you’re covered in shadows, killing so many people. Our parents died… killed by some sort of creature? What is that?”

“That’s an alien. Killed our parents in cold blood and I murdered it in return. The first time I ever killed. The first time we ever killed.”

“… I never killed anyone. There’s so much I need to wrap my head around. Why did you ask me what a hero is? No… I see it now,

but even if that's true and somebodies messing with us... we have no way to stop them. We're just a normal guy.”

”No. You're a normal guy. My parents were aliens.

“Wait… what?”

“And you should know that thanks to some other crap in my life I'm also an almost unstoppable killing machine. Not a pussy like you.”

“You seem to have skipped an important point there… When you say unstoppable... You mean like unkillable? And how many people have you killed.”

“I stopped crunching the numbers a long time ago. And not unkillable. Just really hard to kill. I didn't spend my entire life fighting for survival without picking up a few tricks.”

“So... do I call you Ben too then? This is pretty confusing. What do you mean your parents are aliens? I’m not an alien.”

“Were. I said were. Don't even try to call me Ben. The name's Shroud. Didn't make the name, it's just what people call me. You'll get used to the life once you live it a while.”

“Uh.... Shroud... So how does this work? We share a

I thought you were the one that's sleeping.”

“Yeah well hopefully this isn't a permanent thing. Spending every little second asleep with a pussy ass bitch version of me is not my picture of an ideal dream.”

“... That hurts man.”

“Suck it up sugar. It's a bit of a risk for me to even kill you alive when we wake up but I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. Think of it like paid vacation with no pay. I've never had it before and now you get it for the rest of your life.”

“I don't know...”

“I'm going to mentally strangle you if that's what it takes to wake you up you frutty little shit. You might not have any problem with being here but I've got a dead me in my mind and I don't like it. Your memories are probably already causing my harm I can't see. Hurry up.”

“But... I don't know how to wake up. It's like my whole minds drowsy... I'm almost certain its a dream... Please let it be a dream.”

“Yep. It worked. It was all a dream. Whoop-dee-doo let's all go home and celebrate. Oh wait, I'm still here and you're still being a little turd.”

“Fine... I'll wake up. Why would I even have control over that if it's your body. God you make no sense dream me.”

“Good. Get to it then.”

“... How do I do