T W E L V E M I N U T E S E A R L I E R, back at North Atlanta High, the Principal had just decided not to call off the ceremony but instead declaring it as successful as the graduates had already been announced prior to the events that had followed.
Parents and their graduated kids had begun to clear from the school, all the while fascinated by the green sky.
Bianca Sinclair had followed her parents home after Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair had finally decided to commit to their daughter's needs, and she had been happy at how much attention they had been giving her over the past year, given their past lifestyle that included travelling around the world and missing out on a great deal of Bianca's school life.
Marcus and Carmen had been ordered by their parents to follow suit and had had no choice but to reluctantly obey, same case with Henry, especially after a similar incident had happened two years
A M A N H A D appeared to have been running away from something as he kept looking back over his shoulder. He was young and dressed in a suit when he stumbled over some trash cans in a street that was in between a couple of buildings that were aligned along the outskirts of the city. He was struggling to get up when a another man appeared at the end of the street. "There you are!" the man growled and something glinted in one of his gloved hands—a knife. He had a beanie over his head and a dark leather jacket. The man in the suit had apparently walked into the wrong part of town that fine morning when he had colluded with this other man who was lurking in the shadows like a spider, awaiting for prey to fall into its web. Having spotted the knife, the man in the suit had shoved the other guy and tried to make a run for it only to end up getting lost.
A I O N D E S C E N D E D B U T still remained airborne, hovering slightly above the four of them. Natasha then stepped forward. "Natasha. . ." both Diana and Carol called but she ignored them. She walked until she was less than a foot away from where the god hovered and that was when she finally turned to the others. "It's our only hope," her voice was so soft it was almost like a whisper. With a wave of his hand, Aion commanded the lightning to stop flashing and it did. The thick green mass that was eating everything had also stopped. The people who had not yet been touched by the destructive substance were running everywhere in panic also stopped, freezing in their tracks like the god had done to them before. Everything had stopped, save for Natasha, Diana, Carol and Carter. From ab
. . . I N T H E B E G I N N I N G, there was nothing but nothingness itself, with no time. No reality. No matter; except for the pre-existing primordial state of the blank universe. No light. An endless void of total darkness. This changed when there was a sudden explosion. An explosion that cast a bright light illuminating all through the vast emptiness as if a massive light bulbhad been turned on. The primordial state of pre-existence had grown weary of its long-term inactivity which had then resulted into the ignition of what was but a tiny little spark. A spark that would unfold into a chain of multiple cosmic reactions and hence . . .The Big Bang itself! From deep within the explosion, the first of the debris split into three, forming the first objects to ever exist in the cosmos and with the energy from the huge explosion, each of the three pieces acquired a different power with w
C A P T A I N S U S A N C L A I R E had been seated behind her desk inside her office at the APD Peachtree precinct when the force field had taken over the city. There were several papers on her desk scattered everywhere, meaning she had been busy. She had been busy ever since the FBI had showed up at the precinct not less than two years ago, right after she had taken down Atlanta's most wanted criminal—Trevor Brandon. The maniacal and sociopathic man whose name had once grown infamously after his father, Blake Brandon, had died back in 2016. Commander Blake Brandon, as he had been titled, had been the head of Atlanta's National Guard for over fifteen years until his career had been cut short with a bullet taken by a sniper right through his head, ending both his life and career in a mess of splattered brains. Susan at the time, was only but a detecti
M O R E T H A N A thousand miles away from the earth's surface, the large and white spherical lump of dust and craters had been peacefully trekking on its revolutionary course when its movement had been disturbed. There was a violent crash just next to it, with the vast vacuum of outer space reacting to the sudden cosmic energy surge after a large crack abruptly manifested like the fabric of space was being torn open. The crack emitted a white glow before another crack followed, looking like a wide bright line suspended vertically. More cracks followed, rupturing just next to the moon. Flashes of white lightning were then streaking out of the cracks, widening them into forming a hole and creating a brilliant spectacle in space. Several lightning bolts even struck against the surface of the moon, forming miniature craters on the white sandy ground. The hole increa
I T W A S T H R E E o'clock in the afternoon when back at Carter•Labs, the loud sound of a blaring alarm had gone off, getting everyone's attention. Carter had rushed to a monitor where he was then looking at something he had never seen before. Warning! Extraterrestrial breach identified. The voice of Sally, the AI followed after the alarm. "What is it?" asked Katie. From the monitor, Carter could see a 3-D scaled representation of the earth's atmosphere and outer space where the different layers of the atmosphere were aligned with different colors; the innermost layer, the Troposphere being white; then theStratosphere with yellow; then the Mesosphere orange; the Thermosphere and Ionosphere green and all the way to the Exosphere and Magnetosphere which had a rich dark color. The dark colored space appeared
O V E R F I V E T H O U S A N D miles away from Berlin, where the first high energy surge penetration had just occurred followingviolent flashes of lightning streaming down on the city, it had still been unclear what had just happened when the same thing went on to ensue in San Francisco at around nine in the bright summer morning. There happened to be a large brown minivan that was just entering the vast orange structure that stretched high above the Pacific Ocean—the Golden Gate bridge. The minivan had then joined the long line of traffic that had formed along the bridge after a certain disturbance had occurred. In the back of the car, there sat two kids—a girl probably in her teens with short dark hair and adjacent to her was a boy who looked twice younger than her. Both of them were dark skinned, with the girl engrossed in her phone while the boy was looking out his open car
T H E P E N T A G O N A L O N G with the Secretary of the US Department of Defense were counting their losses after the unexplainable events, all of them petrified and out of tactics following the decimation of the United Nations military with multiple deaths reported from the attacks in San Francisco and Berlin. Whoever this enemy was seemed to be in no mood of getting down to a nice cocktail and discussing about world peace. The Secretary and the rest of the world leaders were just a statement away from declaring an international state of emergency, having watched the extra-terrestrial attacks from behind their seats but that was as far as they could go. They may have been big with words, politics, diplomacy and all that, but they were nowhere close to what the men and women who had been slaughtered in the most violent of ways by the enemy that had come from above.
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S O M E T H I N G H A D B E E N particularly bothering Diana Roberts just two weeks after the battle. Nicolas Johnson had known this when he had called, asking her to meet.Diana had therefore found herself walking up to a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta. She was about to go inside when—"Diana, over here, " she spun around to spot Nick seated on one of the tables set outside the restaurant. There was a couple talking and laughing in one; a mother wiping away a drop of ketchup that had dripped on her son's shirt and then there was Nick."Hi," Diana said, taking a seat and facing Nick."Hey," his dark hair was short, matching his dark eyes as he beamed at her."Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you," Diana bit her lower lip that was as red as her hair.Nick rested his hands on the table, ushering her to go on.
PETER DENTON ANDREWS1981-2030Beloved Friend & Hero CAROL1987-2030Beloved Friend & HeroA week after the apocalyptic event, two gravestones stood erect above the earthly ground and the inscriptions above had been carved on them. The stones glistened slightly in a glossy fashion as rivulets of water droplets trickled down them due to the light shower that precipitated from the grayish clouds that morning.The cemetery at Brookhaven was packed with people dressed in black—all of whom were standing somberly—a few of them with umbrellas quivering over the
T H E P E N T A G O N W A S in turmoil, everyone bustling about, working behind computers, pacing to and from rooms or barking orders and requests. This was after new footage had begun to be broadcast by satellites. Madam Secretary was one of the many people who were watching, alongside the Army General, the Chief of Staff of the Air Force and the entire UN Summit all the way from New York.Victoria Courtney had returned to the Pentagon around seven hours ago, having come from the Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Everybody had been pressuring her to take more action as the brutal battle outside continued to escalate. She had adamantly cut off all of them, not wanting to put at risk the lives of civilians.Two hours earlier, it was confirmed that the extraterrestrial life forms had all been destroyed by the heroes of Atlanta. This included the Amarok army and the Legion of Death—but the Pentagon had no idea that
I T W A S M I D N I G H T in Atlanta City when both Viper and Hermes had decided to take on the goddess of war and death. Elektris erupted in a burst of sizzling white light that was accompanied with flashes of lightning of the same color. The flashes struck out dangerously in all directions and Jenna alongside the others had to fall back—all except for two—Viper and Hermes. They charged towards her, both of them throwing great bolts of lightning at her which blended in a radiant blue-green. The bolt struck Elektris but she hardly finched, knocking away the bolt of lightning as if it had been a stick thrown at her. Her body still aglow with the white lightning, she began to spin, discharging the lightning flashes so that they darted out like electrified projectiles. Viper and Hermes ducked and dodged, performing all kinds of evasive maneuvers to avoid getting hit. Elektris then stopped, the lightn
“Y O U W I L L D I E for that!” Hermes spoke with words that came out as pure rage. He had said shortly before summoning all of his might and burst through the wrecked ground, moving so fast that debris was sailing all around him. He had just witnessed the supposed death of Viper and Lucas, having seen how Elektris had used Reign on them, destroying them to nothing. He rammed hard into Elektris, sending both of them flailing high up into the night air. His hair billowed against the wind and was no longer crowned with his petasos which had fallen off his head back at the park. Hermes was blinded with fury, delivering blow after blow that sent the goddess even higher into the air until Atlanta was no longer in sight. Elektris reeled backwards with every blow, most of which connected with her jaws and flashes of blue lightning would ripple out with every attack. One would
T H E R E W A S A N eerie and dark ominousness that had befallen the city of Atlanta, following the most inexplicable events that had managed to transpire in the last fourteen hours and it was not just Atlanta. No. This could be felt and seen all over the planet. It had started with the strange visuals coming from the skies. Terrified people from San Francisco were hurrying to evacuate California, moving into Mexico and Canada after the attack on the Golden Gate bridge which then lay split in half, both of its ends dipping into the Pacific. Others from Nigeria reported having seen what they could only associate with the Devil, stating that demons had tore through Lagos Island, wreaking havoc and unleashing chaos as they did so. This was also similar in Brazil after a bright white light had been spotted pouring out of the sky over the city of Rio d
A V E R Y L O U D thumping suddenly emanated. It was coming from the village’s entrance. It sounded like a hundred hammers all hitting the ground alternatingly and the ground shook, dust quickly levitating and clouding the night air. Something else accompanied the hammering noise. Strange snorting noises similar to that of a breathing animal—about a dozen of them.The once tranquil vicinity and night of silence was plunged into a noisy mayhem when there came a very shrill cry that was enough to send both Natasha and Lucas springing up in bed as well as the rest of the villagers.“What the hell was that?” Lucas asked, the enstranged look on Natasha's face telling him she had heard it too.“I&md
S H E H A D A W O K E N with a start, probably from a dream she had had. Natasha sat up on her bed and could see some light coming through the hut’s closed window and could tell it was morning. She then got the urge to pull herself out of bed after which came the hard part—standing. Natasha heaved herself up ever so painfully, fighting through her upset legs and finding the walking staff that Sang had give her, propped its arm rest under her right shoulder and the pressure on her legs loosened. She exhaled and made for the door. Outside, Natasha could see people going about their business in the rising sun that was barely visible over the horizon. She realized that she had gotten up a bit earlier. Cows were being herded out onto the small patches of grass while others were being milked. A young boy ran with a scruffy looking dog away from the village before stopping to lap at water from a flowing