Chapter 6: Live Introduction!
New York, Upper East Side
In a studio a crew was getting ready for a photo shoot, lights and cameras were being placed. People running around, trying to accomplish their individual missions for their job, knowing they'd be fired if they didn't. One woman however was not like this.
She was attractive with black hair in her mid twenties. She had a robe on as individuals were doing her hair, makeup and the nails on one of her hands.
The free one was occupied with a cell as the woman checked her social media. Even before the shoot started people were already filming her.
Soon enough they all finished and walked away to get out of her way. "Ready?" A man with a headset asked and he received a nod from the woman of the hour.
"Great let's go." The man turns around and heads towards the set. But he looks back after he hears a whooshing sound and see's the model was gone. He then screams in horror.
Roof
The model looks around notices she's on top of a building and looks around frightened. She eventually comes face to face some sort of black and blue creature with sphere's on it's feet, a tail and a helmet. "Holy shit!" She screams as she jumps back.
"Not here to hurt ya." The raptor thing speaks through the closed helmet. The visor opens up to reveal a blue skinned alien. "Name's XLR8, like the letters and number, not the word accelerate." He introduces.
The woman just has her mouth agape and doesn't respond. "Not a talker, that's fine I know who you are. And frankly don't really care that much." XLR8 says. "I just need you to film me on the insta-live thingamajig." He tells her.
"Wha?" The woman replies, looking down at her phone confused.
"Well I need to get the word out that aliens like me are not here to cause trouble." He begins to explain. "Where I'm from Facebook doesn't exist let alone all that other stuff. So I need to find someone with big enough cloud to help." He finishes.
"So you picked me." She replies, pointing to herself.
"Well I was trying to find that Rock Guy, but he's filming a movie somewhere so." XLR8 tells her. "You on the other hand we're basically bragging about modeling for a what was it." Taps his chin. "Cheese Saint Lawerence." He guesses.
"Yves Saint Laurent." She corrects him.
"Whatever doesn't matter." He shrugs. "Look can I have your help?"
"If I say no?" She asks.
"Then I have to go find those singer girls. Ariana Grandi and Nick Mirage?" The alien replied.
"Ariana Grande and Nicki Manaj." She corrected him again, and like before he wasn't phased.
"So will you help me?" He asked, then when he saw her hesitance added. "Please." She finally relented with a 'ok' then started live streaming.
"We rolling?" He asked and when she confirmed he cleared his throat. "Uh hi." He greets with an awkward wave. "Uh... Wow I really should've written this down."
"You should see the comments." The woman tells him.
"Comments? Like what?" He asks, totally clueless.
"Well some are calling you a freak." She informs.
"I've heard worse." He shrugs.
"One person say's you should be an extra in the Predator series." She tells him another.
"Is that a compliment or an insult?" XLR8 asks.
"One wants to know if you're an experiment gone wrong?" She lists.
"Oh I'm actually an alien. This is just how they look on their planet." He answers. "Call me-" He starts before moving around quickly in view of the camera. "XLR8." He finishes.
"Like X, L, R and 8 not the word." Though he didn't see it, multiple people complimented about his speed and his name.
"One wants to know if I'm being abducted." She tells him.
"Nah I don't do that. I just needed someone who could help spread the truth about me." He explains.
"And that is..." The model drags on, though it's unclear if she's asking the question or one of the viewers.
"Oh right!" XLR8 gasps in realization. "Right now the red, white and blue Homeboy of America is trying to say that the aliens you've seen are invading. For one thing they're all one person, me."
"I was Diamondhead when I crashed in Upstate, I was Wildmutt when his three goons attacked me and I was Heatblast when I was fighting in that mall." He tells them.
"I'm also not invading, I was born in America, maybe not this dimension's America but still. I just gained the ability to turn into these hero's. Real hero's not wannabe's who try to make a quick buck."
"And while these Vought money grabbers are doing tours and signing autographs I'm gonna be doing the real saving. Not the staged kind that was supposed to happen when I was Heatblast. Because for me when lives are on the line, (lowers the visor) it's Hero Time!" He finished before running off.
"Did he just leave me?" The model asks, camera still rolling.
"Actually I just did that for a dramatic exit. Time to go back." XLR8 speaks before whisking her away.
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In the same studio set people were running wild. They had just lost their star and everyone was panicking.
Until another whoosh was heard and the model returned. "Oh thank you lord!" The manager cried out when she returned and they began the shoot.
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Ben walked out of a store with an apple as it's logo. He just bought a new phone and finished setting it up.
After the incident at the mall he needed cash, so he turned into Grey Matter and invested in stocks. He did have to spend the night in the park with a nice hobo that was in something called A.A.
But by morning he had a Bank of America account with six figures. Then he bought a place in Manhattan, the lady at the desk asked if was pulling a "Home Alone" which he never heard of.
He then had to pay an extra 10 percent so she wouldn't call the cops and overlook that he was a kid.