invasion

everything becomes perfectly silent before an attack. first of all the wind stops and the bugs all disappear. most of them take cover if they can. the birds are the second ones to figure out something is wrong, some of the more intelligent ones call out to their partner's. most of them just park in the nearest tree and try to make themselves as small as possible. then things start getting quiet, the vibrations in the air start canceling each other out and everything starts sounding hollow and flat. you can still hear your heart pounding in your ears and feel it in your fists tho. then, if you're paying close enough attention, you'll feel a slight breeze immediately followed by the return of sound: the rustling of everyone around you turning towards wherever they think the wind came from. sometimes you choose right and one of them is just standing there. sometimes you choose wrong and don't really have a chance to regret it. sometimes the breeze hits you right in the face and one of them appears dead in front of you. you don't even have to blink. then the world explodes and a few seconds later any where between three and twenty bodies are sizzling on the floor. and then you get to breathe again.

the stories say that their breath has blown down entire cities, but the stories are hundreds of years old so most of us soldier boys nervously laugh it off. the scientists tho, they say that an invasion fleet could displace enough air to have a major effect on global weather patterns. the only question i have is why they haven't done so yet. if they can randomly materialize a small squad anywhere on the planet every four hours why hasn't a major force appeared yet? why do they keep throwing these measly raiding parties at us with such abandonment?

my brother, the scientist, the official ass kisser for the newly appointed party, he called me the other day. told me he thinks he has an answer. i don't know whether to shoot him before he tells me his brilliant plan or after.