This is part 1 of a short story in progress, spawned from a random story line idea, and my boredom.
War never changes, some say... from many races and cultures, species and religions... war is war... hatred and murder of the enemy. I never imagined
it would happen to us, though.
Just during the day, during the setting of the second sun.
It took the world many hours to awaken to its current predicament... its doomsday... its last day. Oh, the humanity...
From up in the skies, they descended, and as they dropped, thousands of feet, they impacted the ground with a great, firey explosion, the likes of
which no one in our domesticated world could have ever imagined, and much less, prepared for...
Great flashing lights illuminated the sky, blinding the world below, setting many homes ablaze... oh, the horiffic screams of the innocent,
scattering about like mice, engulfed in total panic as the attackers from above continued their massacre.
Oh, the humanity.
How morbid they must be, I thought bitterly, staring up into the red sky. How terribly evil, those creatures... yes, evil indeed... the most evil
beings in existence.
As I watched, my face twisted in disbelief. The innocents ran amok, shouting and crying for help, though none came. No one could have anticipated
that a war would break out in the middle of this, what had started as a normal day...
I awoke, like any other day, and began my day with a sanitation ritual. Then, I observed the bright, beautiful world outside of my window and decided
that I would pay my dear older brother a visit today. He was stationed very far away, and he was the head of our defense service. I wanted to fly out
there and surprise him.
Who knew what on earth was happening to him now... now, in the midst of this, our darkest hour.
Only an hour had passed since my awakening. And here I stand, petrified with fear, peering up at the horrid sky and the attackers... bombs and
fires... death... death, death, death...
What was I to do?
The direction, I thought. The direction of the defense service base... I would go there...
My limbs refused to operate.
My gaze remained on the attackers.
Just then... it became apparent that the attackers were not only killing from above.
Huge, monstrous vehicles overcame our roads... vehicles with wheels, great, big wheels... and a large, cannon-like guns on the top... a pine green
war machine, something I'd never seen before... many of them flooded our streets...
Then, as my worst fears had imagined, they fired.
Bellowing explosions erupted from the guns of these great vehicles, blowing massive holes in the homes of my people. The homes collapsed almost
As the sounds, explosions, screaming, death and chaos all began to surround me, a rushing sensation ran though me... I have got to move!
Adrenaline overwhelmed me, and without thought, I darted away from my home without giving it a second glance, though I knew I would never see it
A small path between two destroyed homes was in my sight, directly ahead... I dashed across the street, just before the tanks could run me down. I
don't think their drivers saw me.
I understand how they're able to attack from the skies... but tanks?
This attack must have been an inside job...
My body felt lighter than it ever had before... suddenly, I felt as though any second could be my last... who knew when a bullet or an explosion
would catch me off guard... or perhaps they'll set me ablaze, like the homes...
I flew between the two remains of the burning homes, and didn't halt. I found myself running at top speed, leaping over walls and dodging debris... I
could have run for hours... I couldn't know how long it was...
And hours did pass.
As the time passed, my body ached, growing exhausted... I was able to hear explosions from every directions, but they were mostly distant.
I stopped, wrapping my slender, crooked fingers around my skinny knees, panting for breath. I could not stop here... not now...
Who knew if my dear brother was okay?
I had to know, I vowed, nodding to myself. If I am going to die today, I will die knowing my dear older brother is safe.
As I set my eyes on the attackers above, huge, flying black and silver machines soaring through the red sky, dropping bombs and parachuting attackers
down onto our homeland, I narrowed my gaze at them, my stare fading into a frightening leer, hatred brewing in the pit of my soul.
You evil creatures will pay for attacking my home.
I took a few extra moments to regain my energy... then, I rushed off. I was headed west... west was the way, the direction of the base... I would get
there... I would...
Images of my dear brother flashed through my kind with each step, and I quickened my pace... the memories of my beloved family all returning to me at
once... oh, I've always taken them for granted... please... please let my brother be okay... I have to see him...
I hadn't the faintest idea of how far I had run, but it must have been far... nevertheless, I kept my pace, passing through neighborhoods and dodging
Something stopped me on a dime.
A voice... a young, shrill voice, crying out to me...
I froze, then examined my environment, searching for where ever the noise had come from. Then, I spotted it.
A short, tiny, adorable little child, standing only yards away from me in the road, alone. No... not entirely alone...
There next to the crying child lie a body on the ground.
I approached the child, though my eyes were immediately fixed on the body.
It was awful; the face of this body had been completely obliterated. They must have been shot... gunned down... Leaving this child without a
Flabbergasted, I didn't waste even a second. I embraced the child and lifted her, then began down the road, away from the body. Carrying a child
would slow me down, yes, but I couldn't leave her alone...
Those evil creatures killed this child's mother.
This was war.
I stopped trying to wrap my mind around it... how anyone could be so evil...
Why are we being attacked?
As the child continued to cry, I attempted to silence her, placing a hand over her mouth, giving her a sympathetic look. She did not cease her cries,
though she did quiet down just a bit, which was good enough for me.
Then, a moment passed by as I looked around once more at my still, broken environment.
Though no one seemed to be close to us for the moment, the gunfire and bombs in the distance kept me on my toes. Then, I decided that it was a bad
idea to be standing out in the open.
I walked with the child for an extended amount of time through the ruins of my home town. How long? I have no idea...
The red sky began to darken into crimson, and at long last, as my legs ached so badly I feared they may fall off, I came across a small storage
building that was still standing just behind a destroyed home.
I forced the door open, then slammed it shut after the child and I entered the small, dark room.
The two of us curled up together upon the hard surface of the floor, wrapping around one another, stealing each other's warmth. Hopefully, no one
would find us... no one would destroy this old shed...
I held the girl close, wishing that I could somehow hug the sadness out of her.
Then again, those evil bastards murdered her mother right in front of her eyes. Of course she would be horror stricken...
The thought of it enraged me.
How dare they.
How dare they murder my people.
Sick, dark thoughts consumed my mind as I kept a close hold on the girl, and eventually, the both of us drifted into a disturbed sleep...
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