HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 70

Her shift today was only a few hours but she was still reeling from a busy day yesterday. She was going to be exhausted by the time dinner rolled around.

She shook her head and stepped inside. She would just have to grin and bear it. For Genesis.


After work, Angela crossed the street to the liquor store and picked up a bottle of wine to bring to dinner. She headed back out to the crosswalk, pressed the button, and glanced both ways.

As she stepped out onto the street, she spotted Genesis pulling into the mall parking lot. She waved and quickened her pace.

A horn blasted.

She turned in time to see a van barrelling toward her. She threw her arms out in front of her, watched in slow motion as the skin on her hands turned grey. She clamped her eyes shut.

Tires squealed and voices screamed. Her left arm became one raw nerve. A feeling of weightlessness swept over her. It seemed like she was floating forever.

Then her head hit the pavement.


Angela awoke in bed with a splitting headache and pain in her left arm. She tried to sit up but a firm hand pressed against her shoulder. She squinted in the bright lights at a blurry brown face hovering above her.

“Easy,” Dr. Hassan said.

“What’s going on?” she muttered. “I… I feel dizzy.”

“That would be the concussion,” Hassan said. “Do you remember much about what happened?”

“Not really,” she said. “Everything’s… sort of hazy.”

She held her right hand in front of her face and her vision gradually started to clear. Another face appeared beside Hassan.

“You really had me worried there,” Genesis said.

She leaned in for a kiss before Angela could close her eyes. A memory squeezed into her mind. She saw herself from across the street, hurtling backward through the air, covered in—

“I had scales,” Angela said.