High Intensity
Part 1
From Two Separate Worlds They Came. But with one heart...they share.
Rated R for sexual content and language.
Co-written by T. Larkins.

As the stars twinkled in the night sky, Elizabeth sat on the roof of her house, gazing at the beautiful moonlight. Reminiscing in distant memories, she recalled her one true love; the love that was no more. The break-up was terrible, and she felt that she could never love again. With a smile on her face, a shooting star beamed in the sky above her. Little did she know that that star would change her life forever.

Night grew into day, and across the city lay a naked man. His muscular body and his exquisite green eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Observing the environment around him, he knew that he was no longer in Zargon, the unknown planet beyond Pluto and the others. Around him were fields of grass and one small barn. As the door opened, a woman stepped outside. "Wow," the elderly woman gasped in surprise, " I haven't seen such a great thing since my husband died." Confused, the man stood to his feet. "Don't just stand there! Come inside and put some clothes on, " the woman said as if knowing who he was. Apparently, she had a son of his size. "Joesph was a very athletic boy," she explained. Sporting a shirt and jeans, he looked at himself in the mirror. "How will I kill this woman?" He thought to himself. "Well, there you go," she said but only to be cut off by the strange blue color on his skin. "Uh, you're skin is blue...are you ill?" She asked. "What's your name?"

"N-n-name?" He stuttered. "Yes, your name," the old woman said. "Quigox Orcanox Peradox," he replied. With an erratic look on her face, the woman remarked, "Are you from France?" She presumed as she sat down on the bed. "Yes," he answered, wondering what France was. "Wow. France," the woman said once again. "We don't get too many French people here in the country. "

"Where have I landed?" Quigox asked. "You're in Tulsa, Oklahoma," the old woman told. "Hmm...Oklahoma, " he thought for a moment. "Am I far from the place you call 'New york'?" he questioned. "Yes, very far, but you will stay here for the night," she said, standing up. As Quigox moved the long, dark raven hair out of his face, his skin turned a caramel color. Amazed, the old woman quickly walked out of the bedroom, for she was frightened.

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