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Susan sat by the campfire with her older sisters, cooking smores over the open flames. The girl fiddled absentmindedly with her braids as the marshmallow caramelized in the smoky heat.

She looked up at Mona, beside her. Mona was the entire reason they were all out here in the first place. She was the UFO nut. She’d heard about spooky sightings of extraterrestrial spacecraft abducting and mutilating cattle out in the fields near these woods, and she just couldn’t wait to see an alien for herself.

None of the rest of the girls had particularly believed her, but Susan still had that wide eyed youthful naivety that let her watch the old episodes of unsolved mysteries on youtube that Mona played for her, with rapt attention.

Still, Meghan was all about the outdoors lifestyle. She liked anything sporty, so mention of a hiking trip was all she needed to hear to be on board. Any excuse to run freely was good for Meghan. Susan had always admired that about her.

Francine was harder to convince. She was going through her boy crazy phase. She’d been through three boyfriends in the last two months, and was on the hunt for number four. Susan was a late bloomer, so she didn’t see what the big deal about boys was yet. Mona said something offhanded to Francine about how the farmboys in the area were far more likely to anal probe her than the aliens, and suddenly she was far more enthusiastic about going camping. Susan noticed that her slut sister had even foregone packing any underwear for the trip.

The real stick in the mud had been the eldest sister, Kennedy. She was a real bookworm, old school style. Always had her nose stuck in a paperback book, and never her phone. The girl wanted to be a librarian one day.

Susan didn’t get it at all. What was so great about musty old books? Kennedy hadn’t wanted to leave her room at home at all, She had said something about needing the time on the weekend to get all the way through Atlas Shrugged. Mona just laughed and said the videogame was better, causing Kennedy to raise an irritated eyebrow.

All seemed lost, until Meghan offered some practical insight. She said that it would be considerably easier to find a quiet place to read in the wilderness, than it would be if all the girls were stuck at home all weekend. Kennedy had to reluctantly agree.

And so it was that the girls, united in purpose, managed to convince their mother Jaqueline to drive them outside the city limits, to a remote campground to go UFO hunting that weekend.

Jaquelime sighed, resigned to her fate. “Well, it’s better than having the lot of you with your noses in your phones the entire weekend,” she reverse-rationalised.

What she’d really wanted this weekend was a nice long soak in the bath, and a cask of red wine to drink. But getting what you want isn’t something that ever seemed to happen as the single mother of five girls,

So it was that they frantically packed up their camp gear, and set off for adventure. Except for Kennedy, who packed mostly books instead, adventure really wasn’t her thing.

So here they were under a sea of stars. Toasting marshmallows and telling spooky stories around the campfire. They hadn’t spotted any signs of alien spacecraft in the night sky, but sitting around with their bellies full of dinner, and basking in the warm glow of the fire and just talking, was nice. Susan loved it when her entire family was close like this.

Not one of them noticed the stars behind them began to be blotted out by a dark shape, with eerie blue and purple glowing panels. The UFO floated silently above the treeline, and with a bright blue flash, teleported its occupant to the ground below.

Susan laughed at a lewd joke that Meghan had made at Francine’s expense. Susan didn’t really get it, but she laughed anyway so that nobody would know she didn’t understand.
“Keep it down, I’m trying to sleep, " chided their mother from inside the tent, where she’d gone to bed early.

There was a moment of peaceful silence, as all the girls contemplated the exciting day they’d just had. Then, out of nowhere, a thin beam of ghastly green light shrieked across the void behind them to engulf Kennedy’s head. The bookworm sister shrieked in pain, kicking and thrashing as her head deformed. It ballooned and then popped into a dozen bloody pieces that vapourised into splashes of glowing green goo. Her brain and glasses hung in the air for a moment, like wile-e-coyote in a roadrunner cartoon, then they flopped wetly into her lap. Her dead torso slumped forwards on the log, and one of her boobs fell from her librarian style dress.

The girls all just sat there shocked. They’d only seen the event out of the corner of their eyes, but all of them were frozen in horror. They simply couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Francine hadn’t even had time to move an inch when the ray buzzed brightly around her own head. This time, all of the sister’s eyes were transfixed on Francine’s mortified face as it underwent the grotesque process. Her eyes bulged in their sockets as flesh and bone were stretched by unseen forces. Veins become more visible as they filled with blood, and her tongue became thick and bulged from between her screaming, lipstick covered lips.
“Aiiiiieeeeeee!” She shrieked until her cries were abruptly cut off.

There was a sick dripping crunch as her skull fragmented and was pulled apart. Francine squirmed frantically. Her legs arced high, causing her dress to flip up, revealing her lightly furred snatch. She squeaked like a gerbil as her head burst open in a shower of goopy gore that turned into glowing green liquid confetti, revealing the pink cognitive organ beneath.

Mona was next. She never even got to turn around to see the alien that she’d been so desperate to discover. Susan watched helplessly as her older sister’s head was painfully cracked open with a gruesome splatting sound, where Mona’s beautiful face was just seconds before, was now only a bleeding neck stump and her glistening pink brain, still attached to her vertebrae. Mona’s brain fell forward onto susan’s tiny breasts. Instinctively, her hands reached out and caught her sister’s brain.

It was sticky, and gross, but susan cradled it in her lap, because she didn’t know what else to do.

Their mother emerged from the tent, still a bit sleepy. She wanted to tell them all to keep it down, she was sleeping. She caught a glimpse of three of her daughters, beheaded and squirting jets of blood from their severed carotids. She had a moment of confusion before her own head was caught in the line of fire.

Susan fell on her ass, and tried to scramble backwards to safety. Her mother’s head exploded into goo, and her heavyset dead body thumped into the dirt. Her brain slapped into the dust nearby.

Meghan started sprinting, fast. Her reaction speed, honed by years of athletic training, was incredible. It didn’t help her. There was nowhere she could run to break the alien’s line of sight in time. His raygun reached out and tapped her easily as she ran. Even from a hundred yards away, her head burst like a gorey pinata. Meghan's body crumpled and collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs that continued their momentum for a while. Her brain bounced a little further along her trajectory.

Susan stared up at the tiny alien as it approached her on foot. Its glossy dark red eyes were cruel and unforgiving. It was ugly and had grey-blue skin. She regretted ever wanting to meet an alien.
“P-please don’t hurt me.” She begged with tear filled eyes.”
She was surrounded by the headless corpses of her entire family.
It looked at her without mercy, and spoke sarcastically, and in perfect english.
“Sorry, that’s the fun part.”
It smiled.

“Noooooooo!”
It raised its raygun to her nose at point blank range and pulled the trigger.
Susan felt her hair stand on end, and an immediate sensation like being hit in the face by a mallet made of fire. The young teen girl squealed like a piglet as her head was deconstructed by pure energy.
“Eeeeeeeeeeee!”

The bones of her jaw were fractured by what felt like slivers of sharp ice. She shivered as her body danced in agony of its own accord.
A pressure built up inside her skull, forcing the fragments of bone apart until Susan felt their integrity fail and her head was shredded by the beam.

Her vision went black, and for a second, she could still feel her thrashing body beneath her, even though she no longer actually had a head anymore. Then her brain stem separated from her spinal column, and all sensation was ripped away from Susan for all time.

She was still alive, but couldn’t sense a thing, even as the alien began to consume her brain whole and started to digest it.

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