Kansas, USA
Route 72
Time: 04:58 AM
The huge moon hangs obliquely in the air.
Its cold, bleak light shone on the straight road, the paved road reflecting a faint cold glow in the moonlight.
On both sides of the road are continuous plains. When the Stirling is roaring and driving frantically on this empty road at a speed of 120 miles per hour, the incomparably similar scenery can make people feel The speed of the car seems to be extremely slow.
Before such a dawn, Stirling's lights cut through the night sky.
The dull radio and clichéd songs on the late-night radio made Raisha drowsy in the passenger seat. Her slender body that still belonged to a girl was curled up on the seat, her head was leaning against the glass window, and her forehead lightly tapped against the cold glass as the car bumped slightly while driving.
Everything seemed so calm, until suddenly the current driver of the car, "Prince" slammed on the brakes without warning.
Raisha's whole body flew up.
She wasn't wearing a seatbelt for comfort, so she slammed into the windshield with a baseball-like thud.
There was a crisp sound from her cervical vertebrae, and the force of the impact instantly twisted her fragile bones, and the CD discs placed in front of the car window also flew up. They spun and suddenly became as sharp as darts. She scratched her face, and then cut off a scalp with hair about ten centimeters long along the line of her forehead.
When Laisha finally rolled to the ground, her face turned 180 degrees to her back, and her skull was dyed bright scarlet with blood.
The faintly gasoline-smelling air inside Stirling's cab was immediately filled with a strong smell of rust.
The prince ignored Laisha, pressed down the car window and stared at the dark western sky.
"F... what happened... what... "
The girl's body moved slightly, then she slowly groped and got up from the seat, and finally she grabbed her head with both hands, and let it return to its original place with a "click". She still had blood in her throat, so she was slurred when she spoke.
Finally, she pulled the rearview mirror and put her scalp back against the narrow mirror.
Pale blue mucus gradually diffused from her wound, and they coagulated with platelets, and the wound began to gradually improve.
At the same time, she felt a wonderful induction... It was like a weak electric current was stimulating her body, and she could feel that special attraction coming from the northwest.
"There's something over there..."
She covered her heart, feeling that the mass of muscles on her chest was throbbing, and she wasn't quite sure if this was a side effect of the short-term cardiac arrest just now.
"It's nothing, just an extra piece of garbage."
The prince's four red eyes reflected a faint glow in the moonlight, and the nictitating membrane actually opened and retracted at a faster than normal frequency.
It turned its head and said to Raisha, whose face was still stained with blood.
Then it pulled the wet tissue from the drawer and handed it to her.
…
At the moment when the prince stepped on the brakes, under the Kansas moonlight, someone in the Pine Street apartment opened their eyes at the same time.
Rand sat up abruptly from the bed, and his mind became sluggish and chaotic because of the thick sleepiness, but his body seemed to have fallen into some kind of special situation.
His heart was beating so fast, the adrenaline rushing through him like a fountain, he had to cover his mouth so hard to keep his heart from jumping out of his throat, the cold sweat wet his pajamas, and he Every muscle in his body was twitching slightly due to the unexplained excitement - his current condition is not like he just woke up from sleep, but directly transferred from a fierce black market boxing match. .
He even felt a pang of nausea from that strong reaction...
"Rand..."
Suddenly, a face covered with scales appeared in front of him from the darkness.
A pair of cold and damp claws stretched out, they rested on either side of Rand's shoulders, and the webbed hands seemed to cover his entire shoulders.
Munster's red eyes shimmered like wild beasts in the jungle.
It is also awake.
Rand let out a low scream because of its presence, and of course he immediately realized that it was Munster.
With a trembling hand, he turned on the bedside lamp, and in the soft yellow light, the room seemed to finally be out of that horror movie scene. Munster's growing body took up two-thirds of Rand's bed, tail tucked, and its upper body lay beside Rand like some human companion.
As with all nights, it asked to sleep with Rand in all sorts of head-scratching ways, and considering that Rand was going to work on AMERICAN the next day, Rand eventually gave up fighting it... he Munster was allowed to share the bed with him, of course, on the premise that the area where Munster was located must be covered with a tarp for picnics.
Rand wasn't quite sure what was going on with the strangeness of his body at that moment. In a short period of time, the feeling disappeared from his body like a ghost. Of course, his heart was still beating fast.
The feeling of limpness after the intensity spread through Rand's body.
"Oh, God..."
Rand muttered in a low voice, bewildered.
Is it a nightmare
He thought instinctively, but when he thought about it, he didn't even have a memory of the vaguest nightmare.
"Rand..."
Munster's low voice brought Rand back to his senses.
He gave a reluctant smile to the little monster beside him: "Hey man, did I wake you up?"
The words fell, and his face was squeezed against Munster's sturdy, watery chest.
He could even feel the slight vibration in its chest as it happened.
"Rand... you... how are you..."
It spoke to Rand in unprofessional human language, which made Rand involuntarily feel a little warm.
"Please, don't keep putting my face on yours."
He said with some distress, struggling to break free from the worried arms of Munster.
He touched his face, which was full of mucus.
[Seriously, Rand finds this feeling really hard to adapt to, but on the other hand, now he is finally beginning to understand why some people, like Rogers, like his former female colleagues... always Will cover their faces with all kinds of lotions and skin care products: after countless mucus attacks, Rand suddenly realizes that his skin is so smooth that he feels a little sick as a normal man] Munster does not understand Rand De's patience with it, it came closer to itself, and at the same time Rand felt something wet and slippery slip from under the quilt and wrapped around his ankle.
"Hey hey, Munster?!"
He immediately realized that it was Munster's tail, and he couldn't help frowning and roaring at the damn little monster.
"Don't do that, please, we said yes, you shouldn't do this."
Rand felt the strange touch of Munster's tail rolling up his knees... It always made him feel like he was entangled in a full-grown Burmese python, and for a moment he even completely forgot about it. He was different before, but now just thinking about the mucus rubbing against the quilt made him feel enough stomach pain.
"chirp chirp..."
Munster's throat rolled with the most primitive cry, and its forelimbs with wide webbed fingers, or hands, slid from Rand's shoulders and pressed against his chest.
There was a trace of tension in its voice that had never been seen before...
Rand frowned, he gradually realized that something was wrong with Munster this night, and then he realized that the eyes of this little monster beside him now are much rounder than before, and its scales are because of Nervous and slightly open, the feathery tentacles on the two tentacles are taut, appearing to be much wider than usual.
"Munster?"
"Jeep... chirp... Rand... chirp... you... like me the most... right?"
Facing the doubtful Rand, Munster seemed a little incoherent.
It was a little flustered and tried to say something to Rand, but in the end, all Rand could understand was this sentence.
His frown deepened.
"like you?"
"like me."
Munster immediately repeated. (Well, now at least it can figure out "you" and "me")
"Uh..." Rand was completely lost now. "Okay, I do like you a little... if you don't get the slime on my bed."
He says.
"You only like me...don't like other fish..."
It suddenly rushed over, and the heavy weight instantly made Rand fall on the bed, and he groaned because of the heavy pressure of the other party.
"Damn, Munster, what are you talking about?"
"I...I don't like...other fish..."
Munster suddenly sobbed.
…
Rand lay on the bed and rolled his eyes at the ceiling, feeling the breathlessness from the heavy pressure on his chest.
If he was still worried about his own body before, now he really doesn't have any thoughts to worry about those, he can only feel a headache now.
He found that he had absolutely no idea what Munster was thinking.
He acted so nervous tonight, but in the end he just asked Rand to commit to him and only like him a fish... (Wait, is that adjective really correct?)
Rand hit a jerk.
His body is now back to its natural state, and there is no inexplicable excitement. Rand thinks that he may have just had a nightmare, and he is feeling a little tired now.
"Well, Munster..."
He tentatively reached out and put his hand on Munster's shoulder, trying to push it away.
But Munster's sobbing got worse.
"Damn—"
Rand let out a muffled groan, and he found that Munster's tail had been wrapped around his waist and was tightening - when it was tense, it would involuntarily exert force, and Rand felt that he was about to get out of breath.
Munster's current situation made Rand feel like he was dealing with a giant child, and of course, to some extent, a child may not be any different from an alien.
He eventually gave up trying to figure out what exactly Munster was thinking.
He hugged Munster back, running a hand down its hard, scaly back, and then another.
"I like you the most, really, Munster, of course. I only like you."
Like coaxing a difficult and arrogant child, he had to make such a promise.