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The sun was high, baking the sand and rocks below, mercilessly drying up everything in the desert. But its rays were not strong enough to to penetrate the ceiling of the wooden shack that was built there on rocky ground. It was an old house, mended many times, but still standing strong. In front of it was a signpost, dictating the way from a place called "Avien'zim grounds" to "The Great Garden".
The door of the shack creaked loudly, when it opened to make way for a young man, clad in reddish cloth and tight boots. His face was symmetrical and quite edgy and crowned with very short, bright brown hair. His expression was a serious one, a worried frown, when he breathed the hot and dry desert air and scanned the horizon. His eyes opened wide and something in his pupils turned, when he spotted the two figures that just climbed over the top of a dune to the north east. With quick and smooth movements heran back into the shack and slammed the door shut.

The two Nexim carefully made their way down the dune. They were a peculiar but common sight around these parts. They both wore big, black, beak-shaped masks with little holes in their undersurfaces and holes for the eyes which were closed with little glass plates. Their clothing was light, their baggage heavy. Even though they had long rifles strapped to their backpacks, either of them wielded a spear. They both had short, black hair.
Carefully they approached the shack. "Alright. You watch my back, yes?" The voice of the first Nexim sounded deep but female. She slowly crept up to the shack, while her companion went in position with his spear, rigt at a corner of the shack. Standing right in front of the door she knocked on it hard and loud and said: "Nexim Patrol! I'm coming in!" In that moment, the door was flung open from the inside and off its angles, knocking the armoured woman a few feet away. The other Nexim reacted, instantly and hurtled his spear at the figure that darted out of the house with inhuman speed. With a loud crack, the spear hit the outer wall and recoiled, tumbling to the ground. The female Nexim kicked the door away and slapped her hands at the small buckles on her backpack's strap, causing them to release her. When she jumped up, the other did the same and his baggage fell to the ground with a metallic thud, sending clouds of dispersed sand in the air. They quickly grabbed their rifles and ripped them free of the backpacks to pursue their Quarry.
Said quarry had quite a headstart already and was way faster than the pursuers, despite the rather large bundle he was carrying. A white cloth seemed to be wrapped around a big object, he carried away with relative ease, while the Nexim were already producing rattling sounds through their masks. The male Nexim knelt down three yards away from the shack and positioned his long-barelled rifle under his head and aimed carefully.

The two Nexim stood above the dead body. They had pushed their masks up on the top of their heads to allow for clearer vision. The first Nexim sounded a wolf whistle. "Nice shot, Cyrus.", she said and crouched down to examine the bloody mess that used to be the stranger's head. The sand was of a dark red where the corpse had fallen to the ground. She pulled a knife from her belt and stuck it into the mushy mass on the ground. When she lifted it again, a small, delicate-looking gadget hung from a thin cord that entangled the blade.
Cyrus scratched his neck and frowned. "I never thought we were gonna get this one. He was quick. At that distance he could have easily dodged any of my shots..." He gave the bundle, that had fallen to the ground a light kick. "... had he just dropped this." She dropped the gadget and wiped her knife at the dead man's clothing. "Must've been important to him.", she said. The Nexim looked at each other and Cyrus grimaced. "Do I have to?" She smirked and replied: "Yes you do. I'm your superiour after all." She took a few steps to the right and pointed her assault rifle at the bundle in the sand, while Cyrus, sighing, knelt down and slowly stretched out his fingers towards the package. He grabbed a corner of the cloth and pulled it away, carefully. When they saw what was wrapped up there, neither of the two Nexim could hold back a gasp. She lowered her weapon and spat out in disgust. "Now they're killing our children! They always keep sinking to new lows. I'm gonna rip...", she began, but was interrupted by Cyrus. "No, no, no, no, no, wait, she's breathing." She raised her weapon again. "She's breathing.", Cyrus repeated, seemingly amazed by the fact. He pulled away more of the cloth and took a closer look at the little girl he had found. She was approximately 7 years old, wore just a thin, beige-coloured shirt and fitting skirt. Her hair was of an unusually bright colour, almost white and Cyrus could see some weird, angular and completely symmetrical lines in her face. He frowned. "She's one of them.", he said and rewrapped the girl in the cloth. The female Nexim lowered her weapon again. "So he was just protecting his young one." She wiped her forehead and sighed. "Well, I'll make them ready for transport, you go and count the corpses in the shack." Cyrus looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Corpses?", he said. She nodded and replied: "When he kicked the door in my face, I got a short glimpse of quite a bloodbath in there. I want them counted. Try counting the heads. Might make things easier. "

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Akkordeon

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Konrad was in a bad mood in the kitchen, absently sipping his morning coffee. " fucking nightmare " he muttered, as he was awakened from a terrible roar that night. He wanted to cool the forehead, but his freezer was on the other side. He also wanted to fill up his coffee-stock, but also the supermarket was unfortunately over. And these were only two reasons for his bad temper. His head ached, because he for the umpteenth time against the " wall " had run. He sighed and took his coffee and his bad temper to the living room, where he had to sleep the last four nights. The couch did not look very inviting, but still better than the bottom. He was aware that he had smelled, but his clothes over there. He ground his teeth and threw on the TV. Duration news on all channels, all with a single theme: The Wall and its consequences. Since was a tragedy happens again. With increasingly bad mood Konrad looked down at a slow-motion recording of an ICE train, which folded at the almost invisible wall like an accordion and, like a stone hits the water, shock waves raced through the wall. Konrad groaned again. How long would it take before the shock waves were here? The damn wall was running through his house. The waves might tear down so all his stall. The last gulp of coffee spilled in his throat. He grimaced. Stale brew. He had the same filter four times already brewed. He dragged back to his bad temper in the kitchen and saw her again in front of him. The Wall. Shimmering, like the air over cars in the blazing sun. Which also had watery, the thing. And yet it was damn adamant. Every day he had gone with his breakfast routine, however. Hard as steel and concrete but not fixed. But it needs a ICE, to get them off balance. Conrad went to the coffee maker, crack cursing the filter out and dumped all the coffee mud in the garbage that no one would pick up. The wall had it pretty much cut off from everything. From the half of his own house, the city, the highway and of course the damned Supermarket. Also from the accursed telephone network. He stared at the wall. He saw where they disintegrated and a piece of his roof where they had practiced on the same floor. His theory was that the wall was actually a disc that had its center in the Earth's core and divided the world into two halves. Actually, it did not care. He wanted this damn part really only be going on. Was not really his idea, but something like an egg-head from the television, which arrived thanks antenna still with him. He had to explain just sat in front of the telly and nodded and " Yes, tell 'but I " muttered, as people who have no idea, do it gladly. He climbed out the window in his smelly clothes and his bad temper in tow. He would try to slip away by car down the road. He felt like an underexposed Lama when he was on his garage under the monstrous wall that probably stretched to the sky, staring. A big metal things sticking out of the ruins of his car and the car shed around it. " FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF " , he did. A fucking wing was this looked like a Boeing. He saw the Road down. There lay the rest of the aircraft and reminded him of the accordion-ICE. Accordion Boeing. So not a dream. Boeing against wall. Wings in the garage. "-FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK! " ended, Konrad its curse. The plane was smoking even cursed. The situation was somewhat reassuring. If a plane sent out by the collision no fatal shock waves, then it probably is not the ICE. Presumably, the aircraft was too high up. The calming effect, however, faded against the burgeoning sense of Conrad's that up there must be a God who is to mankind in general and small homeowner had waived in particular. Konrad kicked the wing and against his Opel, which looked like a flattened ladybug. He kicked his garage, opposite his house, and against the wall. Then he dragged his bad temper a hundred yards down the street and also entered against Boeing. Then he climbed the aircraft, absolutely determined to miss the accordion-pilots also have a slipped off and went instead but still a little on the melted and cooled asphalt under an airplane. Just at that moment he heard a very familiar sound. He knew her from airports when planes landed. Cold Sweat broke out as he scans the sky and quickly find one. A second Boeing, Boeing tried a second accordion-in-waiting at an emergency landing. But it flew straight at the wall. Konrad could do nothing except cursing loudly zurückzuwetzen with his bad temper to his house. He was only twenty yards, when the Boeing struck with a loud crash and the screeching of metal in the wall and turned into a fireball. The walls shook. There were the shock waves. Konrad threw it out of the shoes when they arrived on the ground and broke the wall shaking the earth like a spoiled child, an unpalatable mush. His house could not withstand the. drowned out by the violence of the crash and the mice anger, it flew apart completely silent and overwhelmed with Konrad wood and small Zementbröckchen. Konrad picked herself up again, staggered over the undulation in the earth and came to meet his TV. He joined the unfaithful telly and was overturned by a recent concussion. The Boeing Roebert in about fifty yards past him and singed his hair. He screamed, rolled together, just wanted to wake up from this nightmare yet. The God of hatred for small home owners laughed and threw dirty Konrad another lump of cement to the head.

When he came to himself, Konrad was believed to have been knocked out for hours. A quick glance at the clock it was clear that there were more minutes. Reluctantly, he looked around. He was in his house. Similarly, the forest was in a kilometer away at his home, he painted himself. Now here were already two accordion-Boeing. His stomach sank him down. All the passengers. " shit ..." , he could only whisper. His legs were wobbly. He had blood in his eye, but he is not wiped away. He has looked at the torn earth, the wound of his home planet, the attacks on so horribly, was from whom. What could now break even? As if on cue itself known to the power pole that had been taken from the right wing and snapped off the last plane with metallic tubes. Konrad threw up noisily on the floor zerpflügten while the mast struck the wall. A cable fell into the shimmering monstrosity and provoked them to revolt again. Again, a shock wave went through the wall.

After Konrad dug himself and his bad temper free had, he stared at the wall. As had done something that he had in the four days not seen before. She had opened a little. There clearly was a hole, the air distorted trappings and particularly the light most curved. He thought now after not more. Everything in his head screamed now " supermarket " and he ran on jelly legs through the hole. Later he would television. An egghead would explain that the wall is sensitive to large currents react and he would nod and say: " Say ' But I . " There he stood beyond the wall. Loved the city. It looked like he had it in mind. Only sharp again. They seemed almost unreal, so used, he had in the four days of the distorted image. But still it was here. There it was suddenly before him. He felt the trailer for Transformers recalls, for about as cluttered and ridiculous over mechanized had the machine that stood between him and his supermarket. Looked like plastic. Conrad died in a bad mood and made fear and curiosity about space. " it you? " he asked with a trembling voice as he pointed to the wall. The engine roared, and then said something: " No, shit damn. No, I was not. Hear now finally on to make me responsible for manure. Where the hell come from? Are you here her gone? "

" The aliens have ' anomaly ' , as they call them, analyzed, and no solution for the problem found. " snarled, the newscaster, " The current sensitivity of wall was used to transport routes to reopen. The ground-and sea transport is still limited extent, but flights are at present no problem. The aliens have also this morning at 9 clock all the people who had evacuated from areas near the wall are transported back to their old homes. You are now in treatment by more than 100,000 psychologists from around the world. The effects of the wall on the climate is not always accurate explored and so are not reliable weather forecasts possible.

The American president has now linked by 15 clock as the third head of state diplomatic relations with the visitors from outer space. Again, however, the Kausianer said very clearly that the exchange of technology is not allowed. " Konrad nodded with a smile on your face. " Have I told you. " he said.