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 following violent 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.
I T I S N O W up to you and the world. These had been the last words uttered to Madam Victoria Courtney by the President of the United States. The short middle-aged woman was seated in her office when disaster had struck and stealing a quick glance from her tiny platinum wrist watch, the short thin silvery hour hand strip lying between “1” and “2” while the longer minute hand strip pointing directly at “6” — one and a half hours had passed since the first ‘invasion’. The one that had hit the west coast in San Francisco. The reason why of all people the President had decided to engage in one of the most complicated conversations with her was because of her authoritative status of course. Victoria Courtney, or as she was formally addressed, Madam Secretary; was the Chief Executive head of the US Department of Defense and her line of work could not have been of utte
C A R T E R W A T C H E D T H E monitors together with Katie who gasped, completely taken aback by what she had just witnessed. “What is it?” asked Diana who approached them. Diana then saw an aerial view that was being broadcast from the facility's satellite showing the large red-orange structure having been torn in half and plunging into the Pacific — the Golden Gate bridge. “What happened there?” asked Jenna. “I’m not sure I—” “It’s her,” Hermes cut in. “Berlin and Hong Kong have just been attacked too,” added Katie. “She’s searching,” the speed god said, “Elektris doesn't have the exact location of where the Heir is.” “That means there's no telling how many more places she will hit next,” said Diana. This had been the situation just seconds after Natas
S E V E N T E E N M I N U T E S E A R L I E R , back in Virginia, the whole of the Pentagon together with the rest of the world leaders from the UN Summit were about to witness the planet’s aerial combatants deployed by the Chief of Staff of the US Air Force under the command of the Secretary of Defense; take on the looming threat that had already wreaked havoc in places like San Francisco and Berlin. The command from the Secretary was received immediately on an island military base located on the Atlantic, several miles away from the mainland of New York. Lieutenant Terence James, the Ace of the deployed unit, got into his own craft, did a system routine check, put on his oxygen mask and helmet then brought the craft’s engine to life. The Lieutenant’s jet cruised along the runway, quickly picking up speed before leaping into the air not less than ten seconds later and was followed by six ot
L I E U T E N A N T J A M E S C A U T I O U S L Y approached the spectacular structure while still airborne along with the rest of the other pilots. As the US Army General had confirmed, the phenomenal sight was transpiring near Southern China at the Hong Kong island known as Kowloon. There were a number of high rise buildings, with the city being one of the world’s mogul of tallest sky scrapers that were mainly office, residential and financial. It was just past three A.M. in Hong Kong. Twelve hours ahead of Arlington and New York where the Pentagon and the UN world leaders were watching from respectively. The structure that resembled a pillar of lightning was then letting out a hollow sound that intermingled with the sparkling and electrifying static that was evidence of the white lightning flashes. The Air Force was just several fe
RIO T H E G O D O F speed was spectacularly remarkable as he worked his way around the entire rock bed that surrounded the white towering statue that had just lost one of its arms. It had grown gradually dark which only added to the degree of foulness and loss of human life that had just occurred barely moments ago. Despite having used his speed to cut through the horde of monsters and whisking terrified tourists to safety miles away from the mountain repeatedly, Hermes was devastated at how many more people had died. He could see the shimmering blood-splattered floor; the limbs; the guts. These creatures were completely devoid of humanity and only wreaked of death.  
“A T L A N T A C I T Y; T H E place that has come to be christened as ‘ground zero’ for the planet Earth,” Henry was saying in his most perfect English accent, “and unfortunately it appears to be paying homage to that right now as—” Cassie jabbed him in the shoulder. “Gee, thanks for the sadistic insight!” Henry rubbed his shoulder and frowned at Cassie. Lucas stared at the monitor and Henry, despite being the most annoying person on the planet like ever, was right. Atlanta has been on the radar ever since the first invasion back in 2007 when Lucas or any of the people present in the room had not even been born yet. Then there was 2010—the more infamous one termed as the Berserker Apocalypse (Berserkalypse). Then back in 2028 and now the one that was just happening right outside. Henry had called them to come take a look at the monitor after Sally the
H E Y E L L E D A S he was thrust through the strange white mass of energy before finally being flushed out and hitting the ground hard, rolling severally as he did so. The man then quickly began to undo his parachute bag when he sat up and gasped after seeing hundreds of creatures coming at him from the same energy mass he had just sprung out of. He fumbled with the straps. Shit! They had been intertwined. The creatures roared as they charged at full speed. There were so many of them, coming out from different energy masses. Come on! The straps were tightly locked into each other. He turned to look at the creatures that were then only a foot away. Having run out of options, the man frantically raised his arms over his head and awaited to be stampeded by hordes of ali
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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