Backpack (a justin bieber fanfiction)

part 5

third person pov

The aliens woke up in a strange place. They didn't know where they were, but knew they were in trouble when they knew where they were.

The male alien screamed and was pounding on the gernie.

"Honey," his wife reached out for him with a pale arm. "This is exactly what the humans want from us. To suffer. You need to calm down."

"Where the hell is our daughter?" he roared.

"She's not here," replied a voice coming from the shadows.

The male turned his head. "Who are you?"

"Jamerson really did do a magnificent job in creating the perfect humans. Intelligent. Good-looking. And easy to get away."

"Who are you?" the male asked.

His wife had tears in her eyes. "How did you know that we were experiments from NASA?"

The human rolled his eyes. "I'm General Smith and Jamerson was like a father to me. But he was my grandpa. Did more than my father ever could do for me. But he was in the lab a lot and wouldn't let me in. But I remember when you two were created and the others." He shook his head in disappointment. "He never let me ever see his work. And then he showed his work with NASA and President Johnson told him to get rid of his work so they shipped you all to Pluto. Yet, you come back every year and I'm reminded of how we could never be perfect."

"Where's our daughter?" the female asked.

"You mean Aubrey?"

"You gave her a name?" The male looked like he was going to rip someones throat out. "Humans aren't supposed to do that!"

"We didn't." General Smith took a remote and clicked a button that showed an image on a television. "But he did."

There was a picture of a male boy holding Aubrey's hand while walking through a crowd of flashing lights. She wore human clothes and was holding up her hand to block out the lights.

"Is that your daughter?" the general cocked his head.

"Don't tell me she's in love with that-that...human!" her dad hollared.

General Smith picked up a rotting journal. " 'It seems to be that these perfect humans have the strength to love a regular human like me.' " General Smith read. "That was my grandpa speaking of course."

"Where is she?"

"I was hopping you could tell me."

The male spit across the room and his saliva land on the general.

"Don't you dare touch her!"

He got up. "When we find her, we'll do all the experiments we can do on her and the boy."

"No!"

The general closed the door and said to a scientist, "Make sure they suffer through all the electrical treatment."

Hey guys sorry this was so short! I'll try to make the next one longer!