Here Come the Men in Black

                                    

                                          
Roswell. New Mexico. 
Beatty stared down at the crater. A noxious cloud of fumes still emanated from whatever had fallen - which covered up the debris from her view. A small group of onlookers gathered behind her, and gasped at the sight of what could only have been a part of a spaceship. The gas slowly moved away, revealing a pile of glowing - silver artefacts. They were covered in strange, swirling symbols; and genuinely looked like something from a science fiction movie. 
Thousands of snaps of thousands of cameras and mobile phones blinded Beatty for a moment, and then she rushed towards whatever had fallen from the sky. When she had first seen it tumble to Earth, it had looked like a meteor - but it had impacted with an amazing flash of blue - like lightning. Briefly staring around at the crowd, she darted down the steep walls of the crater - and clutched the artefact in her pretty little hands. 
As opposed to what it had looked like as it hit the planet, the object was actually freezing cold. Looking at it in perplexity, as she turned it around and around in her hands - she studied the symbols further. Representations of weapons - like hammers and swords - and streaks of unnatural blue light still arched along the thing like veins. 
                          
From the back of the crowd, a boy jostled desperately through excited locals to get a glimpse at a real life alien ship. His dad had told him that this place was the home of a crashed flying saucer - but he had never expected another to fall to Earth when he was there! Pushing past more people, they mumbled under their breaths. Something about 'rude young man'. However, just before he could move into a vantage point where he could see - he ran into a man. 
A perfectly bald man, dressed in a black suit. The crowd seemed to physically move away from him - maybe he was an alien? The man looked down at the child, physically leering with unblinking eyes. Timothy felt a chill go through the air, and then a wave of fear rushed into him headlong. He cowered under the man's gaze, and then instantly shirked backwards with the other members of the crowd. 
                          
The strange man turned, almost robotically - revealing three, identical people behind him. They marched in single file down to the crater, and began to examine what was down there with their terrifying eyes. Tim continued to stare, however, but soon wished that he hadn't. The first, and taller, man turned to him - and stared straight back with a flash of scarlet in his eyes. 
                          
Hurrying backwards towards her car, Beatty had a small leather satchel. This was filled with the objects that she had found. From the corner of her eyes, she could see men in suits slowly gathering around the site. She pulled on the handle of her door - and yelped in shock when she saw the dead eyes of one of the men staring straight back at her - reflected in her rear view mirror. 
'Hello Beatty Taylor. My name is Ingrid Cold. You have something that my associates and I would very much appreciate.' The man spoke, looking down at her with his mesmerising - scarily still eyes. Taking a fearful glance of the man up and down - Beatty noticed that the person's chest was perfectly still. He wasn't even breathing. She felt a chill in the air, and the condensation on her car's window began to freeze over. With a shiver - she jammed the bag into the man's hands, and opened her car door. She hastily hit the 'lock' button, and then pressed hard down on her pedal. The car grated along the ground - but didn't go anywhere. 
                          
Another shiver rolled up her spine, and she looked down at her fingers to see an appalling, hypothermic red colour. The lock on her door clicked open, and more frost began to appear on the handle. Ingrid looked at her - and a wry smile curved upwards onto his plasticky, doll-like cheeks. 'We are not done with you, Ms Taylor.' He spoke, with an icy tone.