The Pyramids

An invasion between aliens and humans ends in blood, but whose?

I was off the plane last, thanks to
my horrible back-row seat. I stepped onto the terminal, expecting a crowd or
even just a couple of people. After all, I did just star in that movie about a
horde of aliens killing a bunch of people on Earth in horrible, bloody ways.
That said, where was everyone? I walk through the empty terminal, my steps
echoing off the walls. All signs show that somebody was here.
Steaming coffee mugs, unattended luggage, open computers. Fools, maybe they all
went to greet a different celebrity. I step into
one of those airport convenience stores. If I can’t bask in newfound fame, I
can at least get a sandwich. Inside, I stop,
surveying my options. My footsteps echo just a second longer than they should.
Is someone following me? Remembering all my “training” from the movie, I
discreetly pick up a mirror to look behind me. Before I can do that, a hand grasps
my shoulder. I screech and drop the mirror. Twirling around, I come face to
face with...A human. A very nice-looking human.
But...We killed off all the humans years ago, and no alien would dare
masquerade as a human, the lowest of the low. I open my mouth, but before I can
speak, it presses its finger to my mouth.“Don’t speak. Understand?” It
speaks our language. Thinking it might have been sent by one of my comrades,
who perhaps kidnapped it, I nod. “Follow me. I know where everyone is. You must
come quickly.” It walks out of the shop, and I race to catch up to it.We weave through the hallways and shops. Everywhere we go,
there is nobody. The empty terminal is most definitely empty. I am led out to
the parking lot, where I freeze. A blast of cold wind slices through my jacket.
The human has friends. Many. Way more than I thought, but that’s not the most shocking
thing. The humans have been building pyramids, like
we did, back in the days of old. However, we built
pyramids out of stone. They build pyramids out of the bodies of my dead people.They are huge, marvels of architecture. The humans scurrying up and down like ants on a hill. I feel like
throwing up. I turn to the human.“What is this monstrosity?!” I scream. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” The human merely smiles.“We have done only what you did to
us. YOU tried to eliminate our species. Not just recently, but when you built
the pyramids to house the bodies of our kings of old. Now we show you our
beautiful pyramids, made with the bodies of your comrades” It brings me to the
last pyramid, taller than the rest, and wider. It leads me up to the top, my
people squelching under our feet. It shows me the spot where a “block” is
missing. “We have been here all along, mice
under the feet of cats, too focused on their beauty.
Now you pay for your ignorance.” It uses its knife to slit my throat. Blood soaks my coat. The world goes dark.