Maya

You look at yourself in the mirror. Your tan racially ambiguous face stares back at you. Long black bangs nearly cover one of your large brown eyes.

You exit the bathroom eager to find out what just happened. You don’t make it far. Peter, your next door neighbor spots you passing by the door.

“Shit, Maya, you’ve got to see this!”

You go in his room. The news is on.

Reports are coming in from all over the world of missing persons. We have a confirmed number of more than a million people worldwide. A number that is almost certain to grow. Now over to Tony for commentary.

Thanks, John. Rumors that this is the rapture are total bunk! Around the world , it isn’t just Christians that vanished. Clearly this is something else, mass alien abduction. It’s the only thing that makes logical sense…

“Fuck! I can’t believe that many people just vanished.”

“What are you going to do?”

You ponder the question. It’s not like anything in your life has really changed. A few of your acquaintances are probably missing, but that’s hardly an excuse to blow off class.

“I think I’m going to go to class.”

Peter looks at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“What else am I going to do? I still want to learn early Roman history.”

Peter shrugs.

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After a week off for everyone to mourn lost family and friends, classes resume. The next three months are nothing more than boring routine. Sure, there are reports some succubus got elected mayor of Las Vegas and proceeded to name herself a Queen and there are rumors you can sell your soul for money or power, but you don’t know any people that have.

Of course, that all changes when…