The red man stood before me.
My periods started just by him looking down on me. Not literally, of course. It was a metaphor—one that meant I was about to piss myself in fear.
But you know, I don't like when someone jokes about periods. Jokes like :
A girlfriend said to her boyfriend the other day, "Why did God give women periods with cramp pains, and men nothing?"
The boyfriend laughed and replied, "Don't be silly, he gave us women."
Anyway, back to the problem at hand.
The red man was barefoot and up close, he looked gigantic.
His feet were turning the stone wall beneath him into crumbled dust. And his toes—don't even get me started on that. Those things were a foot fetishist's final boss.
His calves and legs looked like he'd been playing football since before he even had bones—just kicking around inside his dad's balls.
Then there were those eyes. Those damn eyes. The red glow in them sent a full-body shiver down my spine—like my soul was trying to pack its bags and leave. Anyone would feel dread just looking at them. Heck, my father would probably start lactating from sheer terror, and he doesn't even have tits!
And let's not forget the horns—two towering, thick spikes shooting from his forehead like nature's way of saying, "Run." I'd make a joke about him being horny, but I don't want those things lodged in my stomach as a punchline.
I shifted my eyes to the right, where Sexis stood. His hand hovered over the trash can lid. The Alien King was again thinking of taking refuge inside the dustbin. But like me, he couldn't move. He was just as terrified.
"Um... We can talk this out, red sir."
Woah. Which son of a gun spoke just now?
I could barely breathe, and someone had the balls to negotiate?
The voice came from behind me so I looked over my shoulder.
It was a Hero who said that. I might really promote him for real because of his bravery.
His name... Khyaal. Right.
The brave hero's name was Khyaal. He was the least handsome among the other Heroes but for me, he appeared as Chris Evans right now.
But will the red guy agree to his suggestion?
The red man just waved his finger and Khyaal's head tumbled off his shoulders and hit the ground. A second later, his body collapsed.
Like that, one more Hero died. This time, a brave one.
All the other Heroes dropped their gazes and I turned mine back to the red man.
More than Khyaal's death, what really shocked me was how casually this monster could kill someone by just waving a finger. I feel bad for his wife.
Also, I learned something important :
The red man won't talk it out.
I don't want to talk anything either. Sexis was the same as me but he was worse. His antennas weren't erect anymore. They were bent downwards, drooped.
Dude was petrified, and I couldn't blame him. He had just received his skills and before he could figure out his own abilities, he was expected to fight this walking apocalypse.
Anyway, since none of us wanted to speak, we all waited for the red guy to make his next move.
"Who is the Alien King among you?"
Is he serious right now?
Can't he see Sexis? That guy is screaming 'Alien'. Who else could be the Alien King among us? Even a blind man would be able to tell that.
"Answer me!" The red man shouted, veins popping on his neck. It felt like if he didn't get his answer soon, he'd start killing everyone at random.
I glanced at Sexis. He shook his head frantically, his eyes begging me not to rat him out.
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"Ahem." I cleared my throat.
The red guy turned his attention to me.
Keeping my hands low, I subtly shifted my eyes toward my left hand.
The red man followed my gaze.
Then, with all the grace of a loyal comrade, I lifted my left index finger and pointed at Sexis.
This wasn't betrayal. It was simply answering a question.
The red man raised a brow, then smirked. "So you are the King of Aliens, huh."
"No, no! It's not me," I denied immediately. How did he come to that conclusion?
"Then why did you raise your finger?"
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but someone else beat me to it.
"Yes! He is the one! He is the Alien King! The most handsome man in the world! The Alien King himself!"
I snapped my head toward the source of that betrayal.
That bastard promoted me to his position.
Heck, he didn't even use high level words this time. He wanted to be understood that badly by the red man.
Sexis caught my glare and in return, he whispered :
"I saw that finger of yours, Alien King."
He saw my silent betrayal.
So this was his revenge.
But the red man wouldn't actually believe him, right? I was clearly Human. He must have seen Humans before. I don't look remotely like an Alien!
"So I was right. You are the Alien King."
The red man believed Sexis.
I needed to fix this.
"No, I am a Human! He is the Alien King! Just look at him! He literally has antennas on his head!"
The red man tilted his head. "So?"
"So!? What do you mean 'so'? I am a Human. Which normal person has antennas on their head? Just think. Please."
"I see people like him all the time. For me, you are the Alien. Not just you—everyone who looks like you is an Alien. You may call yourselves Human, but to me, you're not."
This dude had a screw loose. Too many steroids, maybe.
"So you won't believe me?" I asked and I just noticed that I am talking with this hulk just fine. The Alien King's betrayal made me forget my fear of speaking in front of this giant.
"No. I won't believe you."
Crossing my arms, I nodded. "Fine. I am the King of Aliens."
Erect widened his eyes.
Sexis' also found hope in his eyes.
But like I said before...
"However," I continued, turning toward Sexis, "if I'm the Alien King, then this guy right here..."
I smirked, playing my final UNO reverse card.
"He is none other than the Hero King himself. And he was the one who told that God to call you 'Red Bitch.'"