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CHAPTER ONE - WELCOME TO RACHEL

March 3, 2006: Life continues to surprise me. I havent been home or seen my family in four years and yet Im still happy. A few years back my friends and I, had found some peace from the government agency that was responsible for us leaving everything behind. We managed to put an end to their research and their pursuit, at least for the time being. Like all things in life though everything seems to resurface sooner or later. When youre different the world doesnt try to understand you, they just try to study you or eradicate you. We refuse to live in fear or give up. Weve come face to face with loss, pain and hate and yet we keep fighting for good in this world. As long as were together, as long as we continue to believe, nothing can stop us. We have something to live for and we will continue to live; continue to fight and maybe one day we will return home. SARAH! I jumped when Lynn yelled my name from outside the room I was cleaning. The journal I was engrossed in almost fell into the semi wet sink I was leaning over, but thankfully I was fast enough to keep it protected. I quickly stashed it in my bucket of cleaning supplies and left the room. Working at the Little Ale Inn wasnt a bad job but Lynn knew how to get under my skin. I couldnt react though I had to keep a low profile and blending in as just another staff member was the best way. For now. I immediately began helping Lynn undress the bed in the next room over to get it ready for clean sheets. You know what Marge said about you daydreaming on the job. Im sorry. I tried to avoid as much direct contact with her as I could. From day one Lynn and I didnt really get along. I suppose thats because I didnt have much to say and my interest wasnt in making friends here. Rachel, Nevada had a population of 98 people and only four main businesses. The tiny town was close to impossible to find on a map and only known because it bordered the extraterrestrial highway. The highway and the elusive Area 51 were what put Rachel on the map to begin with. The entire town was alien themed and to be quite honest I had mixed feelings about it. Sometimes I wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of what they thought aliens looked like and other times I wanted to scream at how consumed by the hunt people were. People came

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from all over the world to visit Rachel in hopes of finding alien life. What would they do if they knew they were looking in all the wrong places? Many people dreamed of finding life beyond Earth and yet all those dreams would only end in nightmares. They were the dreamers of lies. Lies of a way of thinking and living that they had no real comprehension of. The minute they came face to face with anything different then what they considered normal, they would end it. Hidden away in my small bedroom was journal after journal of this very truth. It was undeniable that the world wasnt ready for a lot of things and aliens were at the tip of that truth. What amazes me most is the fact that since the beginning of time there have been stories of people or rather extra special people coming to live amongst the humans. They didnt do this to study them but rather to make them understand. Make them realize the truth of a situation that they were failing to see. The very thing that people fear the most is usually the last thing they need to fear. On the nights when I am alone and not working I indulge in the journals of a girl. She wasnt anything more but a human when her life changed, but she was proof that even humans could love and learn to accept something different. In fact, the love between her and her husband, the king of my planet, brought out the beauty that sometimes it was the most un-human of beings that showed the world what it really means to be human. August 20, 2006: Traveling the country might seem appealing at first, until you are doing so with six people crammed into a small and aging van that barely runs anymore. Thankfully these days we werent really on the edge of tension or fear. We were calm and making the most of the situation. It would be nice to return home someday soon, but the saying was true...home is where your heart is and my heart was right here in this dusty, old van. Back home life continued as normal. The diner my parents owned still held a fairly steady business, even though there seemed to be less and less visitors to the city than normal these days. Last time I spoke to my Dad he said he was hoping for a new sighting in the area that would draw in more tourists. He even requested that his son in law arrange something in the interest of protecting the family business. I really miss my Mom and Dad. I even miss the routine of my old life as a waitress. Although things change and thats partly why we still continue on our mission to do good in the world. Hopefully change will come; good change. Then we can return home, even though some

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of us want to start life over again somewhere new, the objective is to stop running and finally be able to settle down. Although we werent living the lives we dreamed of living at the moment, we couldnt imagine being anywhere else. We had formed an odd alien/human family, but we all belonged together. We werent really different from each other, we were just different from the rest of the world. We saw the world as it could be, not as it was. We knew not to fear the unknown but to embrace it. That while enemies may come and go and many will always be a breath away, wed find a way to win. I couldnt stop reading the journal and as I made my short walk home from work I was completely removed from the desert. Instead I was there with them, inside their van and crossing the country in the pursuit of doing good in the world. My concentration was only broken when I heard the loud roar of a helicopter flying low overhead. I stopped and looked up at it as it hovered above town. Another government helicopter up to no good I presumed. They constantly flew around protecting their secrets and keeping watch over the desert. I had to admit that their looming presence above me made me feel so small and vulnerable. They were like a hawk toying with their prey and at any minute they could swoop down and snatch you away and youd never be heard from again. They began to fly off into the darkening sky, back into the darkness they came from, and I was relieved. No organization should have as much power or control as they do. Everywhere you walked around Rachel were signs posted warning you of the imminent fate that awaited you if you dare crossed the protected borders and onto their land. They were willing to kill their own kind to protect whatever secrets they held inside their bunkers and underground. Anyone willing to kill to protect something will go to whatever extreme necessary to get what they want and this is the kind of thing that haunted my dreams at night. I would lie awake for hours as the helicopters circled over the desert. The constant sound of their quick rotating blades made my heart beat just a little faster. I couldnt sleep again until they were gone. Although, they were never really gone. They were always hiding in the shadows waiting for something, waiting for me. Thats how I felt anyways. I wasnt suffering from a case of paranoia, I was the very thing that haunted their dreams at night. The very reason a place like Area 51 exists. I was one of the reasons these six people were running for their lives in the hopes of making it safe for all of us to co-exist.

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I got back to my small mobile home that I shared with my adopted parents James and Laura Thompson. I use the term adopted loosely as I am not officially adopted by them. When I showed up in Rachel I was staying at the LAle Inn and working for my room and board. James and Laura came by for dinner one night and noticed me as the new girl right away. In a town this small its hard not to pick out the new people or the tourists. I was working as a waitress that night and happened to be serving their table. I had only been here for about a week and wasnt very excited about it. I kept quiet and just did the bare minimum necessary to keep my job. Although I didnt make any effort to socialize with the Thompsons they wanted to take me in. They spoke to the owner of the place and heard about my situation. I immediately rejected their offer until Marge told me she couldnt afford to have any rooms full all the time and I needed to find a place to live elsewhere. Marge wasnt a mean person, I could see the beauty inside her and she was full of compassion, but Ive always held a bit of a grudge with that decision she made. It almost felt like a betrayal or as if I were set up. I didnt want help and I surely didnt have any plans on making a home here in Rachel. This was temporary and I was planning to keep it that way. The Thompsons lived in a small mobile home but they had an extra room and were more than happy to help me out. They couldnt have children of their own so I suppose thats why they wanted to take in strange strays like me. It was alright though, its what I had to do and nothing more than that. Hi Sarah, how was work today? Laura was sitting at the small kitchen table reading the paper and clipping coupons when I walked in. It was fine. Thanks. I made my way to my tiny room quickly in the hopes of not having to sit and talk about the day with either one of them. I could hear James in their master bedroom watching a sports game on tv. That meant hed be distracted for awhile thankfully. I got into my room and shut the door behind me. I carefully hid my journals I took to work with me in a locked box in the closet. The Thompsons werent the kind of people that would go through my things, they were in fact a little too trusting, and I really appreciated that aspect. I laid back on my bed and could see the light fading from the window overhead. Soon it would be night time and the stars would illuminate the dark sky and make me miss home more than anything else, even though I could only remember a little about my previous home. I wasnt really fond of the dark or night time. Darkness just seemed like a

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stranger waiting for you on an uncrowded sidewalk corner. Sooner or later you had to cross paths but you knew nothing good could from it. For in the darkness bad things happened and if not for the watchdogs of the sky; the stars, there would be no comfort in the night. I could tell though that tonight would be like any other night in Rachel; quiet. Rachel was the perfect town in my opinion because I was able to wait out my time here, live my life and still have a sense of home. The Thompsons were important to me and even though I tried to keep my distance, I cared about them. I cared about the people in this town and someday I will hurt them. Not because I want to or by any fault of my own, but secrets have a way of hurting those you love and those who care about you. Even the smallest secret can turn out to be something much larger then intended and by that time its too late to take it back. I couldnt help myself though, I wanted and needed to be close to the people here, they were all I had, all I really knew of the world and without them, I was completely alone. My inner dialogue that sounded out any haunting sounds outside was interrupted when Mrs. Thompson knocked on my door and came in. Hey. Whats up? I sat up in bed and watched her carefully. You know how it is when youre keeping a secret and you feel like at any moment someone is going to find out and see right through you? I feel like that every time someone looks at me. Thankfully, this was not that time...yet. Hey sweetie, were going to Alamo to pick up some groceries and gas, do you need anything? Do you want to come with? The offer was tempting, but the hour long drive to Alamo on abandoned desert road wasnt my idea of a fun time. No, thank you. I think Ill just hang out here tonight. Alright, if you need anything call Sheryl, shell be happy to help. Thanks. Mrs. Thompson closed the door and I could hear the truck roar to life outside the mobile home. I was on my own for the night which meant I could catch up on some reading or I could sleep. I decided reading was the better of the two options. I grabbed out another journal and flipped it open to a random page. I could have read them in order, but sometimes a life of order and control isnt all its cracked up to be and I preferred the surprise. September 7, 2008: Six years ago I was preparing to attend college. It was part of my plan to become a mirco-biologist. Funny how life has a way of disrupting plans. In high school they always tell you to plan for the future, to decide what you want to become and how you will make it happen. What they dont tell you is that while you can make plans and have dreams,

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sometimes life has another plan in mind for you. Plans are defined by choices and the choices I made brought me here. Brought me to the greatest adventure of my life and the greatest love anyone could ever imagine. It brought me closer to my friends and opened my eyes to the truth. I used to always believe you had to have a plan. The famous quote failing to plan, is planning to fail, would best sum up my view on life. Even I, who can see the future, cant predict what will happen next, but I can tell you this much, we dont have a plan anymore. We just follow the stars and let them guide our way. I set the journal down and thought about life plans. I certainly didnt have one. People always asked me if I was planning on attending college and getting out of Rachel or what I planned to do for the future. I couldnt even remember my past so how was I supposed to know what to plan for in the future? But L.E., as she signed off on all her journal entries was right, even if you have a plan, the best kept plans can be changed and interrupted. My only plan was to find L.E. and her friends, everything else was up to the stars to decide. Normally the idea of leaving home after dark was not on my list of things to do, but tonight I felt like taking a walk. It was one of those nights where I just felt restless. Normally I was content with staying inside, where I was safe and escaping into the journals, but not tonight. Tonight seemed different. I grabbed my jacket in case it got cold and a flashlight to keep the dark away and headed out. The town was pretty dark already, except for the few lights from the LAle Inn and peoples mobile homes. This was the type of quiet atmosphere I expected from Rachel. I was able to hear clearly the sound of someone watching an old movie in their home. The wind began to blow a slight breeze and even that seemed to take on a life of its own and speak through the quiet of town. It didnt take me long to reach the end of town and I wasnt sure if I wanted to keep walking or not. I stopped and just looked up at the stars. Out here you could see thousands of them all twinkling across the sky. One star always stood out to me, it looked magical. Something about the way the spectrum of rainbow colors sparkled against the black sky captivated me. That one star that was hidden amongst the trillions made me believe. It made me believe that dreams werent just dreams and that somehow fantasy wasnt just the product of an imaginative mind. That one magical star made me feel that I wasnt so alone in this world. That somewhere out there someone else was looking at this exact same star with the same feelings of

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wonder and hope. I couldnt take my eyes off it until I noticed out of the corner of my eye a star that was moving across the sky downward. Shooting stars, which werent even stars at all, were common to see here in the sky, but this seemed too bright and too fast to be that. In fact it looked like fire raging across the sky. The object seemed to be getting closer and closer. I wasnt an aficionado of astronomy but this definitely wasnt normal. It couldnt be an alien though, they never just fell from the sky. They were too smart for that and their ships were far too well constructed to just fall out of space. Aliens were calculated and prepared and even though Rachel was an alien town and along the Extraterrestrial Highway, didnt mean there were actual alien encounters here. I clicked on my flashlight and began to run into the unknown. I knew I could only go to the public line that separated Area 51 from Rachel, but I would go as far as I could. I didnt dare tempt fate and mess with the military on the other side. As I ran the object kept growing closer and larger in the sky. I could hear a faint humming sound and a whooshing noise as it continued to fall. I stopped when I reached the end of the public side and caught my breath. I kept my eyes on the falling object at all times, but now all I could see was a neon blue fire surrounding it. I couldnt make out a shape or color of the object, just the neon electric blue fire that seemed to light up the night sky. As I stood there watching I realized it was going to fall here. It was going to either land on the public side of Rachel or the protected side, but either way this was a terrible place to crash. First worst place for a U.F.O to crash, Roswell, New Mexico, but Rachel was definitely second. Although looking at the fire that engulfed the object and the speed it was falling I couldnt imagine much would survive. My heart ached watching the object fall. I wasnt certain it was an alien spacecraft, but the closer it got, the more my intuition said it was. For all I knew it could be just another top secret project gone wrong at Area 51, but the lack of military on scene made me think differently. I would pray for the passengers but I wasnt sure I really believed in God or a god but I knew someone had to have created everything in the universe, I just wasnt sure of the details yet myself. There had to be something I could do, but what? What if there wasnt even anyone inside? What if this wasnt what I thought it was? My emotions were more heightened then they should be. I had to try and control my emotions before things got out of hand. I knew though I wasnt strong enough to stop this from coming down and hard. But maybe it would land over

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here and I could try and help...maybe. It had only seconds to go before it was going to land and then I would have to make a decision.

The craft landed in a fiery crash right on the invisible line that separated the public side from the government side of Area 51. Which meant that technically it was partially safe to check out, but only in theory. The government didnt function on that kind of belief system though. They preferred to function on the belief system that whatever they decide is fact and there is no arguing against them. Except for the crackling of flames coming from the crashed object, all was silent. I looked behind me and no one in town seemed to notice and the military was unusually quiet as well. Was I the only one that knew about this? I ran as fast as I could toward the object, but was stopped when I felt the heat from the flames. I shielded my eyes from the brightness of the fire dancing off the metallic surface of the craft. I couldnt find a door or windows, it was completely shut. I moved to the other side and my heart froze when I noticed the symbol engraved on the side of the craft. It was from home. Now my decision was made, I had to do something and fast before the military showed up. I closed my eyes and focused my energy. I wasnt really confident in my abilities, but I didnt have time to waste worrying about that now. I could feel the energy surging through me and right towards my very finger tips. I opened my eyes and saw a vibrant purple light enveloping my hands, it was bright enough to light up the dark desert around me. I pushed them palms out towards the burning wreckage and I could feel it. I could feel every inch of my being channeled into this one moment. It was a truly indescribable feeling, but I saw my glowing hands putting out the flames, right before my eyes. As I watched the flames quickly disappear leaving behind a beautiful solid, shiny silver craft, I felt strong. I felt powerful. Just as fast as the energy had come it went away and I was back standing alone in the dark desert unsure of my next move, unsure of myself. I was about to approach the craft when the sound of low rotating helicopter blades began to move in closer and extremely fast. They were coming. Had they seen what I had done? I wasnt a coward, but I wasnt brave enough to stay behind and try to help whoever might be in there. I quickly grabbed my flashlight and ran

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back towards the town. This was one night I was thankful for the darkness of the desert, but even the darkness had a funny way of exposing our secrets.

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