Hybrid

March 15th, 2018. 12:00 Pm.

Achmed was a tall blond. A Pleiadian as some would call him. That name that often brought up thoughts regarding the distinct human-like features that Achmed’s kind had possessed to the many across the universe, along with the deep connection that was held between the Humans since the beginning of their existence. Sometimes that truth was the only thing that kept Achmed from completely losing his own mind completely; just the simple fact that the Humans were his long distance brothers that would, if all went well, became much closer to him if the future became more bright.

As the scout ship slowly emitted from the ground, Achmed kept still. He stared at his hands that were firmly placed on his lap to keep them from shaking. He didn’t dare look up. Seeing too much would throw him off. That was unacceptable.

Achmed was, without a doubt, inhumanly beautiful, as most Pleiadians are. He was quite average for a Pleiadian, standing at about seven foot eight with long luscious blond hair that reached to the middle of his back. A long chiseled face which held a pair a big lips and a small nose. And big ocean blue eyes that rested just above his slightly exaggerated cheekbones. Achmed really didn't realize just how blue his eyes really were. Perhaps because when he looked into the mirror, the were red and damp from past tears most of the time. Not that he cared that much. But he did sometimes wonder if they would maybe look different if he could just be happy. But his wishes were built on nothing but broken promises. Things such as, "It'll get better." Or "Nothing lasts forever."

When the trip was nearly over Achmed looked through his charts. The Federation had sent him to New York. A simple job. But no matter how many times he read over the simple orders listed in front of him, and no matter how many times he wanted to tell himself that he could get through this, everything seemed impossible. He stared at his reflection that was brought out through the window of the craft that hovered over Earth like a looming unseen shadow.

The ship could not be seen by the human eye. The Pleiadians had mastered the art of traveling between dimensions unseen. And as soon as Achmed’s feet hit the ground he set off to do his job. He pulled out the small crinkled piece of paper the had all the information he needed.

Name: Sara.

Age: 29.

Sex: female.

Birth date: 2/18/88 5:00 PM, Baltimore Maryland.

Blood Type: O negative.

Time and place of death: Starbucks, 80 Delancey St. New York, 12:00 PM.

Along with this information was a small blurry picture of the women. It was hard for Achmed to get a good look at her because of how blurry the picture really was. But once Achmed laid eyes on the pregnant women walking past the alley in which he lingered, he didn’t even need the picture to know she was who he was looking for. Staring at her disguise became so bright it hurt. And although her true form was cleverly hidden to the Human eye, it could not be mistaken for any other.

Sara, as she was known on Earth, had a coffee in her hand and was talking on the phone to her full-blooded human husband. “Sara” was about eight months and two weeks pregnant. As well as being quite popular in her human form. Hyper and diligent, she readily and happily lived her life through library trips and Facebook posts. All part of the plan of course.

Achmed new where she was going, and knew what she would do. And because of this knowledge, this would be the easiest part for him. He followed her in silence, roaming from alley to alley, watching her every move, those blue eyes never leaving her stomach. And once her phone left her ear, Achmed started to take action.

He stopped walking at the end of the alley in which Sara entered on the other side. And once she reached the middle of the narrow path, Achmed swiftly bolted toward her. He was surely much too fast with his motions for her to even know what was coming. That, as well as the fact that Achmed was almost completely invisible until the very last second. This tactic was often used on the shapeshifters on the ground. But Achmed knew that attacking the many enemies under his feet would not be as easy of a task. But in this case, Achmed’s team had picked the perfect place and time. And it seemed that Sara died more from shock then the bullet to her head.

Once Sara hit the ground and Achmed was fully visible to her, she revealed her true form to Achmed before taking her last breath. Her pale skin contorted into light green scales, and her eyes rolled back into her head until two slits with yellow rings around them appeared, which soon became still and lifeless. But his job was not done. The real reason Achmed was sent to Earth on this day was for the hybrid child inside this shapeshifter’s stomach; killing the Daconians alive wouldn't be much of a problem. It was cutting off their offspring that counted. And this women was doing much more underground than Plieadians realized at first. This offspring just couldn't be kept alive. Not even if anyone wanted the different.

Achmed pulled out the large knife from his thick silver belt that sat around his fit waist and keeled down to the dead woman’s stomach. And with one quick slice, thick blue blood came gushing out. Achmed reached into the large crevasse he had created and pulled out the small hybrid, that did not have much time left, but was still very much alive, making its own shrieks and screams

All Achmed had to do now was finish it off. He took the hybrid into his arms and cradled it, making soft shushing noises. This would be the hardest part. This wasn’t the hybrids fault. And it didn’t deserve death. Not to mention that this would be another death on his hands. And the sheer thought of taking an innocent life was too much for Achmed to bear. But of course, he knew the dangers of leaving the hybrid child alive, and he knew that his desires and emotions in this situation meant nothing.

Achmed took out a the syringe which held the deadly solution that would get the job done. The hybrid’s arms were much too small for the instrument, so he resulted to the forehead. He pushed the needle into the hybrids head quickly, and injected the green fluid inside just the same. Quick and painless. The hybrids screams subsided as did its breathing.

Achmed’s eyes began to tear up as he held the lifeless hybrid close to him, which resulted in him getting blood on his rich blue skin tight cover-all. He rocked it back and forth as he whispered with as much strength in his voice as he could gather, “...I’m sorry.”