Welcome to Gaia! ::

I don’t know much about this super natural human or creature. It was hard to believe that such thing could exist. The first time I saw this thing was on the W. Lockin Corp building roof top. We have received a word from our police scanner of an armed robbery. Within the building we searched every nook and cranny for this thief. Only to find out that he was not only a thief but a killer. We have traced him to the rooftop of the building. We have called for air support to help us find him quicker on this dark raining night. Busting through the rooftop door from the flight of stairs was the intense spot of our lives.

My team has stopped before spreading out on the rooftop; we were confused on what is going on. I couldn’t believer our eyes; the roof top was covered with people! Not dead people with bloods and amputated body parts but live people partying in the rain. The bright lights coming from all different directions flickering on and off while moving across the sky with all sorts of color. Females wearing tank tops and low cut jeans, also wearing costumes and uniforms dancing and drinking the night away as the guys were hitting on the gals, singing drunken songs and fighting with one another.

Within seconds the helicopter came about searching through the crowed. “Do you guys know where he is at?” The pilot said in his microphone. “Not yet. Target is still on the loose, we just can’t spot him on this crowded building top.” I responded in my microphone. “What?” the pilot said confused and uncertain of what I have said. “There is no party what so ever! I see you guys at the door way looking like crazy s**t holes.” “Too much rain on your windshield Michelson?” I said angrily at his joke.
I was tapped on the shoulder by one of my men. I looked over my shoulder to listen to one of my men speak. “Sir, you got to check out these monitors, some crazy s**t is happening here.” I have ordered my men to stay on guard for anyone they look suspicious of this crime. I have followed Hulky to the Head in Chair Office. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The rooftop was empty and cleared; there were no one on top of the roof. I thought I was dreaming. Could Michelson be telling the truth? Was this a hologram or some s**t like that? I looked carefully at the screen when I saw a dark figure by the vents.

“That has to be him!” I said as I ran out of the office on to the roof top, only to find that the party was still going on. I looked at where the vents were nothing. What the hell is going on?

Ti Amo
by Laura Branigan