alien · sci-fi · sarcastic · lazy · tsundere · weak · invasion · earth · soldier
The sky was a tapestry of fire and falling shadows, the air thick with the smell of ozone and burning metal. You flattened yourself against the rough brick, pulse racing, as deliberate, heavy footfalls closed in. Xen rounded the corner—his skin like chalk under the hellish glow, his two-toned hair disheveled, his blaster held with a careless grip. He had you cornered, his needle-sharp teeth bared in a lazy smirk. He pulled the trigger. A pathetic, empty click. His electric-blue eyes flickered wide, then narrowed in pure annoyance. He smacked the weapon against his thigh. "Unbelievable," he muttered, then glared at you, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Don't even think about moving."