The watchers

Spencer Greene stared at the corpse. It was a ghostly pale woman lying on the concrete road. Her eyes wide, pretty face, fangs, and her irises a blood red color. Her outfit looked like something out of a fantasy manga.
He'd stared at it long enough for his palms to ache, caused by the road's jagged surface. He'd read stories of vampires like Dracula and Twilight, but he never thought he'd see one. Technically they didn't exist. This woman with a hole in her chest, was mutated by aliens. She was part of a sick game that aliens from space started up. A battle royale among select participants to become the new rulers of Earth.
It was a hot July when the alien ship landed. Spencer didn't understand what had happened. War broke out over the City of L.A. after a meeting with the aliens and world leaders. Not one bullet was able to break the enemy shields and the world had surrendered one and a half years later. With the surrender, the aliens declaired a tournament. Whoever won would become the Earths new council. This vampire was one participant or champion as they were called.
Spencer swollowed hard. His breathing grew heavy, his face felt pale, almost cold like clay.
The woman had fallen from the sky. Causing Spencer to ram into a fire hydrant and fall off his bike. He still felt the burn on his knee from where his shin hit the hydrant's bolt. It would probibly swell up tomorrow, But he didn't care about that. This was the first time he'd seen a dead person. Somebody who'd died in such a degrading gory fashion. Her chest was torn and he could make out organs, but the blood kept it mostly hidden.
"Jesus.." Spencer managed to whisper.
Spencer had taken medical classes before giving up on becoming a doctor. So he knew she was dead. The second thought began to bite at him. Who did this? Or what? A car maybe? No, she fell from the freaking sky, Spencer thought. Onlookers began to get closer. He looked up but there was nothing but an orange sky above. It was peaceful with the sound of distant cars from the nearby highway. Spencer then noticed a star glowing brighter in the sky. It began to grow bigger until it hovered before them. It was a shiny metal orb with a hologram of an alien above it. It looked like a grey. Like the ones that supposidly crashed landed in Roswell.
"The Vampire Princess has been defeated! Claim the prize before its taken. You better be quick, or you'll be a dumbass for missing this opportunity!" It sounded like a gameshow announcer.
Spencer eyed the area. What prize? A corpse? He wondered. He could see people standing around them. Spencer being just three feet away from the dead girl. They had been whispering, but Spencer's hearing seemed hazy. As if he had thick earmuffs over his hearing for the past few minutes.
"I already called an ambulance." A old man whispered.
Spencer stood up, nearly falling over like a drunk.
"It's a champion..they're not going to help her Mark." A lady said.
Spencer looked at the old man and the old lady. She clinged to him as they watched. Wondering what they should do.
"She was..killed. She was killed by something. It could still be around." Spencer tried hard not to studder. He was right though. Champions fought for keys. Sometimes the fights happened in the streets, hurting civilians in the process.
Spencer looked down at the vampire and he saw the purple key glowing above her chest. It looked like a hologram. Something you'd see in Starwars or Halo.
Spencer knew what would happen if he touched the glowing key. He'd become a champion himself. If a champion touched the key, they'd just get another point.
I could be a hero, maybe like Superman, he thought. Spencer felt the temptation flood over him and he gave in. He touched the key. The hologram melted and latched onto Spencers fingers. He could feel the hologram and it felt like living sand. Cold and matalic, then he felt pain. He studied his hands as he cried like a lunatic. The light had sunk into his flesh and streaks of blood now ran down his fingers and wrists.
I'm going to die, he thought.
The alien's hologram moved closer to Spencer. If he wasn't in pain, he'd be scared of it. It was horrifying to see the black almond like eyes.
"Now transfering The Vampire Princess to Spencer Greene. The transfer was a success!" The alien said.
"It doesn't hurt anymore..what did you do to me?" Spencer spoke, but another voice came out. A higher pitched tone. Spencer grabbed his neck, his eyes widened in terror. Perhapes the tiny alien drones dug into my skin and cut my voice up. If I talk again, will I cough up blood? He thought.. Then he noticed the crowed wasn't looking at the vampire girl anymore. They were looking at him as if they'd seen Jesus rise from the ground.
"Spencer Greene. You are now a champion. Your appearance and identity has changed." The alien said. Its black almond eyes staring at him. Spencer looked down at himself. It wasn't his body anymore. It was the exact body the corpse was, but the corpse was still there on the ground. Spencer fell to his knees.
"Dear God, what have you done boy?" The old man said.

3 WEEKS LATER

Spencer had learned some of the ropes of being a champion. The rules were simple. Collect twenty-five keys and you'll be able to enter the alien tower in New York. Once in the tower, seven teams of five will fight. Last team standing will become Earth's representitives and will inact the new government. Although Spencer hoped it was that easy. Spencer looked up at the score bored posted on a billboard. The top champion teams were evil people. Some representing democratic views. Others republican. That didn't matter though. They were killers hunting for fun. No matter how may people sponsored them. They never seemed to want to enter the tower for final selection.
Spencer grabbed his bag and made his way to the champions bar.
"I'm sorry. We don't allow kids in he…" That was the third time he heard that. Spencer held up his champion I.D card. The bartender got quiet and continued wiping down the counter. Spencer didn't look like a kid. He just appeared really young, definitely at the age where people would I.D you.
"I'm sorry about that. What can I do for you?" Spencer sat down and pulled down his hood.
"Whats your most umm. Reccomened drink? I want something sweet, easy to drink." Spencer said.
"I've got one called MoonBerry mix, but if you really want to know. Sex on the beach is the best…At least thats what they order most of." The bartender said.
"Yeah, sure. I'll take the last one." Spencer said.
"My name is Jimmy. I've never seen you around before. Usually female champions don't last too long." The bartender said as he mixed the drink. Jimmy was a blonde guy. Maybe around his mid twenties early thirties.
"I kinda noticed that..solo girls don't last long at all. It doesn't help that murderer is legal for champions. It doesn't take much imagination to know what these bastards are doing." Spencer said bitterly.
"If I were you. I'd find a party fast. You could be a man too and they'd hunt you down like a sheep without a pack." He said.
Spencer drank the cocktail. It was mildy like sweet pineapple, not too sweet, then he felt the burn as it went down. Spencer had taken shots before. That burnt and tasted like a fever dream. But this cocktail went down mostly smooth. He couldn't even taste the two shots of rum.
"This is good." Spencer smiled.
"Thanks. I get regulars that order that one every visit. So, did you come for a quest or just to drink?" He raised a brow.
"Yeah, just to drink…I lost everything when I changed into this..I need time to…ya know, soak it all in." Spencer said.
The bar was slightly full. Spencer had anxiety and didn't want to look around. But now he forced himself to. Looking around made him feel guilty, like somebody would call him out for it. On his left, a few seats down was a skeliton champion. It wore a robe made of leaves and a strange aztec feathered hat. He only knew it was aztec because he had taken spanish class in eighth grade.
The whole bar was full of people and creatures. All of them looking like stuff ripped from comics and games. But they weren't from any specific work of fiction. A marshmellow man laughed, then opened his bloated face and poured the beer into his massive mouth. Another table had a grim reaper looking guy talking to a lizard man. Dale noticed the human champions. One looked like a knock off Superman. Then there was a girl wearing a bunny suit that you might see at a gentlemens club.
Spencer had seen a few champions in his day to day, but he'd never seen them in one place. Not like this. When you saw them, it felt like you were meeting a real superhero.
"Yeah, newbies rarely make it. But thats exactly why the aliens allow new champions to be created. They're hoping the top champions get defeated." The bartender said.
Spencer knew people had already gotten the keys to enter the final stage, but nobody bothered to. Instead the top dozen teams chose to keep their power and use it for their own gain. Some started organized crime, others became superheroes. This made Spencer worry. Wouldn't such advanced aliens see this loophole?
"Yeah. I heard that they didn't want to finish the game. I don't blame them either." Spencer said.
The ice in his cup clinked as it melted.
"Hey..how about we form a team?" A deep monsterous voice questioned. Spencer's eyes widened and he saw the skeleton looking at him. He didn't have eyes but he could see red lights gleaming in his eye sockets.
"Yeah. That would be fantastic. Both of you are newbies, that should help your odds." The bartender said.
In that moment, Spencer hated how champion bartenders and shopkeepers can see their name and level status.
Spencer was mildy buzzed and he didn't trust the skeleton.
"My name is Inferno, but you can call me blaze." It said. Every time it spoke it's jaw moved, but there were no visable organs. Its as if a flesh and blood man was speaking.
Spencer planned to visit his own funeral. After he changed into a champion. He was deemed dead by the aliens, so family knew him to be dead. This was to prevent people from black mailing the champions. Spencer didn't want to visit his own grave for himself. He wanted to see his parents and freinds one last time. Maybe if I win this stupid game. Maybe they'll turn me back, he thought.
"Alright…I'll team up with you. But if you even decide to try anything. I won't hesitate to kill you." Spencer said.
The skeliton's jaw dropped.
"Why would I want to betray you!" He said. The skeliton crossed his arms and lowered his head.
"No, I understand where your coming from. If anything. Fine, so as you wish. We're a team and I want us to commit to that." The skeleton held out a fist.
"And I'll watch your back too." Spencer bumped his fist and the deal was made.