(1953)
The broken windows allowed light to shine inside. It fell upon the only living thing in the room. The sunshine warmed his cold body, but his soul remained as cold as ice. The man lay on a hard mattress, which, albeit rather cozy, provided him no comfort. For all real comfort had long since gone. His eyes watched the ceiling, never closing for an instance. Long since had he given up sleep. It only brought the untimely pain of waking up. Of showcasing the dead world to him time and time again. Like an annoying mocking bird, calling out into his ear. Yet, it still claimed him now and again, if only to be awoken by some noise, such as this morning.
He raised a hand to his head and rested it on his forehead. Slowly, he moved his fingers through his long, black hair. He hadn't had a haircut since his barber was mowed down, about a year ago.'A year? Two days? How long has it been? How long has it been since hell broke loose upon the world? That the old order was put to shambles. That humanity was forsaken by the gods, or god, or…whoever? How long has it been since Beverly…?' Soft whimpers escaped his lips. A couple tears flowed down his cheeks His teeth grinding against each other in frustration. The word 'Coward' flashed inside his mind over and over again.
He took his hand off of his head and onto the mattress. He laid there for another moment before raising himself. He could hear a faint cracking noise as his bones ached. His thin, gangly body barely held him up.'COWARD!'
Slowly, he made his way to the restroom. The door lay on the ground, the hinges long since broken. A small bowl of water lay on top of the toilet. He stopped in front of a small, semi shattered mirror. The spider like cracks marred the top half, but the bottom lay almost totally unscathed. He leaned against the sink, placing his hands on the sides to steady himself. 'COWARD!'
The man looked himself over. Long black hair, which went down to his shoulder, covered some of his face. The rest of his face was either covered with a small fuzzy coating, or was marred by cuts and bruises.'COWARD!'
He moved a hand over his lower jaw, feeling the fuzz tingle and prick at his skin. He looked down at a small razor. A small smile crossed his face and he snorted. Scars covered his face, because of that razor. His hand shook too much for his own good for him to properly shave himself. 'Not today.'
He walked back into the main room, making his way to the only thing that kept him going these days. He took his seat next to the radio. He raised a hand over the switch, but stopped himself. 'COWARD!' He shook his head, trying to drown out that voice. All he succeeded in doing was seeing Barbara, screaming out for him, face filled with terror. How he just stood there, watching. 'COWARD!' His free hand clutched his head. "Stop it." He muttered, resisting the urge to yell, less he alert the Chimera. The voices died down, but he knew they'd be back.
He returned his attention back to the radio. He knew that he had to broadcast, to speak to the world. It was just so natural to him. To tell the world about everything he knew. To report about the situation.'But who still lives to listen?' He clicked the on switch. He made a few adjustments, to make sure his message would get through.
Finally, he got it right. He looked down at the speaker and began.
"It's been, gosh... I don't know how long it's been." He absentmindedly looked over to the outdated calendar, before looking over to the empty cans littered around the ground.
"The peas are gone.
The bread is gone.
I managed to crawl into the reception area, but... there was nothing there but a half a pack of smokes and some more… bourbon.
Well I guess there's two bits of good news.
And this morning... I awoke to what I thought could only be an earthquake.
It was so fierce!" Terror ebbed in his voice.
"Like Atlas himself had just... shaken the Earth!
Now I looked outside... and saw some kind of large tower had telescoped out of the ground.
Blotting out the sun as the ships stood guard.
Entire buildings were displaced.
And I knew Goliath cannot be defeated by rocks alone... we have already lost."
He looked through the window. He watched the streets as Chimera were walking everywhere. As usual, there were mostly Hybrids. Two legged, grey creatures, that stood as taller than a full grown human. They had long tooth lined snouts which reminisced of the dinosaurs of old, To make them even less comparable to the humans they once were, was their six golden eyes, three on each side of their skull. And this was just a Hybrid. It boggled his mind how there could be so many of these creatures in one place.
"And now as I stare out along what used to be 4th Street, I see hundreds of them... and somewhere... inside... I know the boy waits for me." An image of the boy popped in his mind. His dead, soulless eyes stared into his very soul. "He waits with my wife."
Suddenly, something leapt into his mind. An idea he kept putting off. The only solution he could think of to get out of this living hell. "You know, friend?" He too one last deep breath. His last one. He stood up out of his chair. A faint creaking noise resounded came from the chair as he moved from it.
"I think I'm just gonna take a walk.
This is Henry Stillman. Radio USA, Philadelphia."
Henry flipped a switch to put on a song. Then, he spied the doorway. Gently, he straightened out his shirt, fixing his fumbled tie. Finally, he started walking to his untimely fate.
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The British captain lay in the ruins of his sinking ship. His red uniform was tattered and his brown wings that formed on his back were broken. Cuts and lacerations littered his angelic skin. Immense agony played itself across his form. A deep sounding chuckled could be heard. “The ever famous Captain Falcon. The great defender of England and human kind. Slayer of monsters.” A deep voice said, with a hint of a growl. “I have to say, I’m not impressed.”
The Captain propped himself up on his elbows to look at the speaker. It stood eight feet tall and was covered in black fur. Its wolf like face was cast into one of mirth. “I don’t have to prove myself to the likes of you, werewolf.”
The beast chuckled. “Of course you don’t. You’re human. Even with the aid of the Falcon Amulet, you are no match for me.”
Captain Falcon used the remainder of his strength to push himself up. Even with his body screaming at him to stop, he pushed on, until he stood upright once more. “I pledged to fight the enemies of my country, and by the king himself, I will not fail.”
“Then stop squawking and fight me, human.” The werewolf got into a fighting stance.
The captain reached into his pocket and touched amulet, silently praying. A rush of energy coursed through his veins. The human smirked. He bent down and picked up his hat and dusted it off. He then placed it on his head. “Gladly.” And with that, he started running. The werewolf charged as well. All the while, the captain focused his energy into his right fist, preparing his chant.
“FALCON…..”
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“PUNCH!”
“Boy! Will ya keep it down? Do ya want the entire Chimerean army to come breathin’ down yer neck?”
Paul looked up from his comic book. This hadn’t been the first time he’d gotten so engrossed in one of them. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”
The old American rolled his eyes. “Sorry isn’t gonna clear them varmits out of this town.” He tossed him the boy a carbine to which he caught. The rushed to the door and quickly opened it to reveal the outside world.
The year was 1957, another day in hell. Outside, the world had entered hell. A lush, cold, green hell. That was a gross understatement. The world was overgrown with strange and violent wildlife and vegetation. It was so cold one could say they were entering another Ice Age. And they may have been right. They were right!
Humanity was nearing extinction. The war for Earth had been lost. No human nation still stood in the beast's way. The human population was small and scattered, fighting just to survive from their other worldly occupiers who sought to exterminate them like vermin. In one place in Britain was this rather evident. This small town was in shambles, as the last of the humans living there desperately fought off their horrendous foe. Every man, woman and child gave everything to save the human race and their own skins.
Paul let out another burst from his Carbine. The Hybrid he was aiming at, ducked. The young boy scowled as he realized he missed again. He hadn't had much luck all day, even with wave after wave of the things coming at him. He normally had such accurate aim. The boy couldn't help but think that the Chimera were sending their whole army at them. He also wondered why General Cartwright ordered them to defend this worthless piece of land. 'Maybe it's because of those scientists.' He thought. 'I wonder what they're making that's so important.'
An older soldier beside him, he didn't catch his name, stood up and fired. He scored a direct hit, sending the bullet straight into a hybrid's chest. Paul couldn't help but groan at being shown up. He knelt back down quickly. He smirked through his thick, grey beard. "Well, that makes twelve for me." He said, with a slight southern twang. He took out a marker and put a little black mark onto his gun. "How about you?"
“Thirteen.” Paul smiled smugly, before raising up and firing again. A Chimera death howl could be heard. Maybe his luck was changing. “Make that fourteen. Ready to give up, old man.”
The American narrowed his eyes. “I aint gonna let no snot nosed British boy beat me at shootin’.” He said. The old man took a swig from a small bottle he had on him. Paul could smell his semi-drunken breath, which made him sick. “But hey,” He chuckled. “The days not over yet. I’m gonna show ya how a real man does it.”
Paul rolled his eyes and laughed. “Aww, too afraid to admit a kid is a better shot then you.” He said, putting his carbine down for a second. The old man sent a small glare his way, before shaking his head. He then grabbed his water canteen from his side and took a swig. His long, brown hair clung to his face. "You shouldn't be drinking that. My dad says it makes you stupid."
"Well, tell your pappy that that nonsense. What does he think gonna happen? That someone’s gonna die when I drink?" The elderly soldier said, before taking a swig. Just then, one of their fellow soldiers tried to run across a small gap in the barricade. She fell when a burst from a Bullseye shredded through her. Paul yipped in fright, and quickly snatched his carbine back into his arms. The old man cast a glance upwards. "Ya know, ya don’t have to do things like that ta prove me wrong." He scratched the back of his head, ruffling his long white hair.
"You think?" Paul scowled, before grabbing a makeshift grenade from his belt and pulling the trigger with is teeth. He looked over the pile of debris and chucked it, ducking back down shortly afterwards. He could hear the Chimera scream as the grenade went off.
Suddenly, on the other side of their small barricade, a soldier screamed in pain as Auger rounds tore through his midsection. Paul quickly stood up. A large Steelhead was just closing in on them.'Damn it.' He thought. He raised his rifle and let out a burst from his gun. It caught the creature dead on and the Steelhead fell to the ground. He fist pumped. "Yes." He said, smiling through clenched teeth. He looked over at the American. "Why are you here anyway?"
The American looked at him inquisitively. "Because that General of ours ordered us to fight here." He said, before spitting on the ground. "Don't know why he did. Seems pretty stupid if you ask me."
"No, I mean, here in England." Paul asked. "I thought that America was overrun.”
"Nah, we aint. Them Chimera just skittering around with their tail behind their legs, while we take pot-shots at ‘em." The American said, chuckling. "I've been here ever since that Yankee in the White House sent me over here to bail you Brits out. I decided I'd stay here."
"Why?" Paul asked, rather interested.
"Met me this gal, you see." The American said a soft smile on his face. "And let me tell you, she was mighty perty." He then laughed. "And I thought all you Brits were ugly and had bad teeth."
Paul frowned. "And I thought all Americans were big, fat, and extremely lazy." He countered.
"Well, can't help if two of those things are spot on." The American chuckled.
"So, where is she?" Paul asked him. The soldier remained silent, not saying a word. Paul's eyes widened a bit, when he pieced it together. "I'm so sorry."
"Think nothing of it." The American said, scowling. "Damn war."
"I never did catch your name." Paul said.
Before Paul could reply, a small group of soldiers huddled over to them. "We need to fall back." He yelled over the battlefield noise.
"But the general's orders," Paul started.
"There's too many of the Chimera here us to hold." Small bits of rubble fell on their heads from a nearby explosion. "He's ordered all remaining soldiers to fall back."
"What about the others?" The elderly soldier asked.
"They're either dead or were evacuated." The other soldier simply replied. "We need you two to go get the Doc. We'll hold out here." Paul and his comrade nodded before heading off.
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Far off in the battlefield, A Chimerean dropship hovered above the ground. The several chimera aboard the ship were scrunched together, leaving little elbow space. But that was understandable. Chimera never really cared for comfort. The dropship landed and opened its doors letting its cargo free. The Chimerean commander in charge of this small group, an Advanced Hybrid, looked back at its compatriots. They had all just filed out and the ship had just taken off to go support the Chimera somewhere else on the battlefield.
The Advanced Hybrid went and stood upon a large piece of rubble. It gave him a good view of the battle so far. They had the human's right where they wanted them. The miserable creatures were fleeing for their pathetic lives. Trying in vain to live on. To survive.
It let out a small chuckle. 'We shall not stop.' The Advanced Hybrid thought.'When will they learn?' It was made for these moments. To crush all resistance and smash all hope the humans possessed. It was so ironic how its very body was made out of their flesh. To know that it was once human.
Though, the Chimera had to wonder why it was assigned here. Usually, Advanced Hybrids were just for defense or special operations. Nothing here seemed special at all. 'But, orders are orders. And we never question orders.' They were going to take this town, whether the humans like it or not. Of course, they didn't, which added all the pleasure to the fight.
The Advanced Hybrid was normal for its kind. Seven feet high, grey skin, six beady, golden eyes. Its black suit revealed its muscular form. Two cooling packs were hooked to its back, to make sure it didn't overheat. The Chimera's healing factor made it where they needed these packs, or they'd overheat and die.'I miss my northern station.' It thought, trailing his tongue over its carnivorous teeth, making sure they were still sharp for the upcoming meal. Humans always made the best snack!
In its hands was a staple part of the Chimerean army, and a sign of its ingenuity, a Bullseye Mark 2. The weapon that it had since its spawning. The weapon was design for quick and precise fire. It also had another function. Whenever it came across a fast moving target all the Hybrid had to do was hit it with a tag. The next round of bullets would follow swiftly and hit the target, no matter where it ran to or how fast. It was the only thing the Advanced Hybrid held dear and it was always at his side. 'And it's not going anywhere anytime soon.'
The Advanced Hybrid turned its towards the group behind him. Most of them were normal hybrids, a step below him on any chain, with their endurance and strength sub-par compared to him. While a Ravager also stood in the group. The Advanced Hybrid growled. Ravagers were massive chimera, towering over even him. In their hands, they carried a large gatling gun with a shield attachment. Even in the hybrids eyes, these guys were ugly and most certainly unruly. He’d have to watch himself around the hulk. He’d heard of reports of Ravagers killing Advanced Hybrids and other Chimera they disagree with. This one, in the time he’d known him, didn’t seem that different from the ones from the reports. ‘Slow and stupid.’ “Spread out and keep down. Slaughter all that oppose you.” He ordered. “And you.” He pointed to the Ravager. “Keep close. I might need you soon enough.” The Ravager growled and nodded. The Chimera quickly spread out, looking for human sized meals.
"We need some assistance over here." A Chimera cried out. The Advanced Hybrid’s finely tuned ears made out the voice. It could make the call out from all the noise going on around him, thanks to his incredible hearing. "Human barricade."
The Advanced Hybrid was quick to respond. His fast movement allowed him to narrowly escape a few humans taking pot shots at him. He rushed up to a small group of Hybrids, huddling behind a demolished wall. "Where are they?" One hybrid motioned over the wall. A small barricade in front of them was giving them trouble. The Advanced Hybrid grit his large canine teeth. It had seen the human's position while running there. They were dug in. He'd need something of immense strength and size. He looked around and found himself Ravagerless. 'Where is that Ravager when you need it.' It swore inside its head, thinking of that nuisance of a Chimera rummaging around as they were pinned down behind some rubble.'Not for much longer.' It looked over and motioned for a few hybrids to follow. They nodded and did so.'If I survive this, that Ravager is seriously going to get it.'
They edged their way around. Their grey skin helped them blend with the nearby rubble. It wasn't foolproof though. Some of the Hybrids went down screaming, as they were shredded to pieces by enemy fire.
The Hybrid bent down, hiding from their line of site. It peered over the top and noticed a couple of humans using a small, standing, chunk of wall as some cover. It knew it didn't have much time. One good sprint could do it. It gripped its beloved gun. It slowed its breathing, reading itself for the charge.'NOW!' It rushed towards the humans. Its crooked legs took it faster than any being its size. They didn't notice him, being too preoccupied with a large group of his kind. With a great strength, leaped over the barricade.
First of all, it fired off a whole clip into one of the humans. The creature fell to the ground, with a great, bloody hole in its chest. Then, the Advanced Hybrid turned around and smacked the other human in the side of the head with its Bullseye. The human fell to the ground by the sheer force of the impact.
However, the Hybrid underestimated the human's skills, as the human was back on its feet. With an elaborate one legged kick, the Hybrid was caught in the jaw. The Chimera staggered back, but regained composure. The human was reaching for its gun. The Advanced Hybrid quickly grasped the human's left arm. It wheeled around trying to punch, but the Chimera simply grabbed the fist with his free hand. It tried struggling, but to no avail. The Advanced Hybrid stared into the humans eyes, peering into the human's soul. It could see the fear and anguish. It could see it as plain as day and the Hybrid loved every second of it.
Finally, the hybrid bit right into its neck and tore out its esophagus. It swallowed, licking its lips, savoring the flavor of the human. The Chimera wished he could stay and feed, but the battle need to be finished first. It then signaled the others that it was okay. The Hybrid heard them growl in reply.
They regrouped and slowly made their way around to a small doorway on the side of a building. The Chimera cautiously made their way inside and through the hallways. Suddenly, a bullet streaked forth and caught one of the Hybrids in the shoulder. The Hybrid fell to the ground screaming, clutching the wound.
Quickly, the Advanced Hybrid moved around and spotted the human ducking behind a corner. It then picked a Hedgehog grenade off its belt and threw it. The grenade went off and the Advanced Hybrid could hear a short scream and then something falling to the floor. It then motioned for two Hybrids to check it out. The Hybrids rushed the hallway, just in case the human was still alive. They soon looked back at the commanding hybrid and nodded. The other Chimera walked forward. As the Chimera passed by the body, it couldn't help but feel a tad bit hungry. The hybrid fought the urge to devour the remains and continued on.
The Advanced Hybrid finally got to a window on the second floor. It gave the hybrid a clear sight of the human defenses all along the street. The Hybrid lined its Bullseye Mark 2 up and fired, killing two humans in a row. It fired off another clip, cutting right through a human's torso. The Advanced Hybrid saw its other comrade's deal with the rest.
Out of the corner of the Hybrid's eyes, it spied a couple of humans. The creatures were trying to run away. The Advanced Hybrid tagged the larger of the two with the Bullseye and let a stream of bullets fly. The bullets swerved over and shot the human.
The Hybrid smiled with pride, which was difficult on account of his muzzle. 'This was easier than I thought it would be.' It thought. It then went to get the other human, but then noticed something through one of its six golden eyes. The Hybrid knew it should finish off the human, but he spied a couple of Longlegs running after them, so it let the human go. It looked up and saw a human on the roof a building on the opposing side of the street. Its weapon was firmly in its hand and aimed at him. The Hybrid knew he wouldn't make it out in time. This was its last day. All it could do was growl in failure.
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The two soldiers kept on running as fast as they could. It was easy for Paul. His father had taken him out to run many times, which came in handy in situations like this. He couldn't help but smile whenever he thought of his father. He missed him so, but he always felt comfort knowing the one fact his father told him. About reincarnation and how they'd meet each other again. 'I'll hold you to your word, dad.' He thought.
"Stop lollygagging." The American shouted.
Paul looked to his side to see him sweating profusely. He smirked. "Out of breath, old timer."
He laughed. "Oh, don't go and say that." He said. "One day, you'll be my age."
"If I'm lucky." Paul said, still running as fast as he could.
"You will son," The American said. "You…" Suddenly, there was a loud smacking noise. Paul looked over to see him thrown to the ground, as his midsection was ripped open.
"NO!" Paul yelled, going to his side. He looked down to see a large bloody hole was.
The American held up an eye, coughing up blood. "Go." He said weakly. "Leave me here."
"I won't leave you." Paul said, tears welling inside his eyes.
The American wacked him upside the head. "Stupid boy." He said. "You have to get to those fancy smancy scientists, you hear."
"But you're more important." Paul said, grabbing a cloth from a small pack on his side. He placed it on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "I'll carry back with me. You'll see a doctor and he'll patch you up."
The American pushed him away. "I told you." He said. "Leave me be." Just then, they heard a screech. "Go!" He pulled out a pistol. Paul hesitated for a moment. "I never did tell you my name, did I?" Paul shook his head. "It's Chester and don't you forget it." Paul nodded before taking off.
Not soon afterwards, two Longlegs raced forward. These Chimera were named after their extremely long legs, which allowed them to jump and run extraordinary distances. The two cooling tanks on their backs could even flap like real wings.
As they jumped by, Chester raised his pistol and fired. It caught one of the Longlegs right in the neck, sending it falling to the ground. The other one stopped in its tracks and looked at him. It took a deep breath and roared at him. Chester raised his pistol and fired. The Longlegs sprinted out of the way. He tried firing again and again, but the Chimera easily dodged. Finally, the creature landed right next to him.
Chester raised his pistol one last time and fired point blank at it. 'Click'. That was the sound that he heard. All he could do was chuckle. "You win this round;" The Chimera raised its gun and snarled down at him. "But at least I don't look like shit." He said, before the Longlegs fired its Bullseye.
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Off in the distance, away from the battle, all seemed calm. Only, then did two figures materialize out of thin air. The two Sniper Hybrids had deactivated their cloaking devices. They knew they were in the right spot.
One of the snipers looked at the other. "Is this the right spot?" He asked.
"I think so." The other said. "I can see the human's from here."
The first one smirked. "Easy pickings." It said, licking its lips. It looked over its Deadeye rifle. Even more precise then the previous Chimerean sniper rifle, this rifle could shoot targets miles away. Though, they didn't have that luxury here.
"You had too many humans last time." The second one said. "You got a stomach ache. I couldn't any sleep for a week."
The Hybrid chuckled. "No I didn't." The first one piped up. "You're just saying that, since I killed more than you."
The second one growled in anger. Yet, it felt none of that. The two Chimera always liked to bug each other and play games such as this. They'd always share, if one killed more prey. They were as close to friends you could get with Chimera, if you could call them that.
It sighed. "Just shut up and shoot already." it said, before going down onto the ground. It rested the rifle on the ground, looking through the scope. Once they got down to it, the two always took their job seriously, never faltering. Finally, he noticed a human on top of a building. One pull of the trigger and the human's brain covered the ground around it. 'One down.'
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Inside the town hall, or what was left of it, another human frantically tried to save his skin. This time, not just from Chimera or anything like that, but from his superiors.
A young man, no older then 20, ran around the room, as though he was on sugar rush. His short, spiky brown hair felt strange underneath the army helmet he wore for protection. His orders were to make sure everything crucial to the project were saved and he wasn't about to disappoint them.
'They'll have my head if I'm late.' Gregory thought. Just then, another few shells exploded outside, cracking the ceiling above. 'Priorities. They can't have my head if I'm already dead.' He instinctively held a hand up to his throat. A sudden flash image of a Chimera tearing it out his throat sent him back into another packing spree, grabbing hold of everything not tied down.
He could hear the radio playing old newscasts. Though, he never cared for them, especially Henry Stillman's. He didn't need another doom-sayer telling all was lost. He had an assistant for that.'Had an assistant is the better term.' He thought.
The message died away, once again fading into the cold and bloodied air that filled the room. Gregory took a look over to where the radio lied. John Hicks, the leader of the project, just stared at the radio as it finished playing. The soft crackle of static clung to the speakers. He sat there, by his old reliable desk, where so many ideas came to life. Now it just lay bare, mimicking himself. Nothing lay upon it, except for that little radio. Which played the same old transmissions, over and over again, and he sat there, just listening to them. His head lay on the table. One could almost mistake him for a corpse, if not for his raspy breathing. He often made jokes about it, but John's sense of humor seemed long since extinct.
Tears stung his eyes, as he gripped his coat pocket. A small, brown haired doll filled the space. Her doll! Her precious little friend. The young man always wondered why John kept that with him. It seemed to cause him so much pain.
Gregory shook his head, before continuing. The young scientist looked hastily through all of their work. His hands were filled with papers and files, as he ran about the place. He had to make sure they had everything with them. Absolutely everything. Even his little portrait of Napoleon.'Hey, everyone's got their heroes.' He thought. "Okay, we've got the documents." He said, putting the papers into a suitcase. "All the files, data, and such." He finished up packing and shut it tight. "Now to the machine." He looked over and saw John. He was just sitting next to the device, casually stroking it. He stared at it like it was the only thing that mattered. "Hicks." John didn't answer. "Hicks." Again he didn't answer. "John." He moved over and waved his hand up and down in front of his face. John didn't seem to see him. 'Not again.' He snapped his fingers.
John shook his head and looked over at him. "What?" He said. He then looked around. "Are we leaving, or something?"
Gregory groaned and rubbed his forehead.'This is going to be one of those rough days.' He thought. "The Chimera are attacking!" He said, flailing his arms about. "Don't you remember?"
John was silent for a moment. "Oh yes," He said, his left eye started to twitch. "The Chimera."
"Yes," Gregory said. "And they're here. So, I suggest you get off your ass and move it." John stayed in his seat and sent a small glare towards Gregory. Other than that, he did nothing more. "Listen here, you son of a bitch. I'm going to get out of here alive and I'm taking that machine with me. You may not care about the human race anymore, but I sure the hell do."
Just then, a young soldier, no more than thirteen, came barging through the door. He was breathing in and out in an exasperated breath. His clothes were stained in fresh blood. "We have to get you out of here." He said. "They're closing in."
John immediately stood up, knocking his chair to the floor. "Now you're listening to reason." Gregory said, actually smiling for the first time that day. He went over and picked up a few suitcases. "Get the device and let's leave."
"No!" John said.
Gregory turned back to look at his mentor. The man was just standing there, hovering over the device. "Didn't you hear him?" He said, motioning to the young boy. "The Chimera are coming." 'That's it. He's finally lost it.'
"As they always have." John said. Something in his voice sounded dead. More than usual. 'If that's even possible.' "They will always just keep coming. No matter what we do. No matter what we try, they will always keep coming." He placed his hand on the switch. "And you know what? I'm sick of it."
"Don't you dare touch the switch." Gregory said. "We don't know for sure if it will work."
"What better way to find out?" John said.
"You're going to get us all killed." Gregory said, starting to go for the door. He grabbed a couple of large suitcases and tried to run for the door. Sadly, he remained in place. The cases were too heavy for him to lift. He let go and turned around. He again gripped the handlebars as hard as he could. He pulled and pulled and pulled, until he couldn't hold on any longer. He let go, to which he lost his balance and fell right on his bum.
Just then, the young soldier opened the door, only to quickly close it again, as a stream of bullets came racing towards him. "Too late." He said. Bullets could be heard, smacking against the other side of the door.
Gregory scowled, balling his hands into fists. "Now what do we do?" He said.
"The only thing we can do." John said, tightening his grip on the switch. "Hope this works." He then lowered pressed down upon it. Just then, a bright light consumed them, before they passed out.
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Twilight jolted out of bed, panting as if she'd run a marathon. 'Maybe I did.' She thought. Sleep walking was an option.
The frantic unicorn looked around her room, making sure she was really there and not in some sort of discordant realm. She sighed when she realized that she was, indeed, in her own home. "Okay, pull yourself together, Twilight." She said to herself. "It was all just a dream."
The morning sun shone on her and into her face. She raised hoof to shield her eyes. The light bounced off the beads of sweat that covered her body. She groaned. "Why couldn't Celestia wait another hour or two?" Twilight pulled a pillow over her head. She still felt tired.
"Hey Twilight," Spike called up to her. "Breakfast is ready."
Twilight sighed. There was no arguing with that dragon. He had made his duty to wake her up early in the morning these last few days.'Karma can be a real…' "TWILIGHT!" Spike yelled.
"Coming Spike." Twilight said, pushing the pillow off of herself. She got up from bed and made her way to the door. Although, not before stopping by a mirror to check out her mane. It was a mess. 'Rarity would freak out if she ever saw it.' She thought. She quickly levitated a comb using her magic and brushed her hair.
A few brush strokes later, she was prim and ready to go. She smiled as she stared at her reflection. She still had a couple bags under her eyes, but she looked great anyways. Just like her normal self.
Suddenly, an image appeared in the mirror. One of those beasts from her dreams. Her eyes widened in terror, as the creature seemed to be lunging out it's clawed hands, trying to grab her. She screamed in front and walked backwards, before stumbling across some of her books. She fell flat on her back.
"Twilight," She heard Spike call up to her. Her dragon assistant/little brother came barging into the room. He wore a pink apron and in his right hand carried a spatula. "Are you okay? I heard you screaming."
"I'm fine." Twilight said. "I just fell is all." She looked back to the mirror. It was fine, as though the nothing happened. She shook her head, while standing up. These nightmares of late were getting worse and worse. Each one more frightening, more bizarre then the last and now she even saw them when she was awake. 'Maybe these nightmares were his doing.' She mused in her mind.'Some sort of sick farewell present.'
"Twilight, is everything alright?” Spike asked. Great concern splayed across his face.
"Yeah," Twilight said, looking at the mirror one last time, telling herself that it the creature wasn't real. "I'll be done in a moment." Spike sighed and nodded, before heading back downstairs. She thought of telling Princess Celestia about this, but immediately cast that aside. Just like all the other times it popped up. "It's nothing. It's just the effect of some stress. That's it."
Finally, she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Spike was there making breakfast. She didn't like to make him cook for her, but he had insisted. She couldn't help but smile in appreciation of her little assistant. She sat at a little table.
"So, feeling any better?" Spike asked. He brought over a couple plates of pancakes. "Any bad dreams?" Twilight nodded. "You should really tell somepony about them."
"No Spike," Twilight said. "They're just dreams. They'll go away, eventually."
"But…" Spike said.
Twilight raised a hoof to silence him. "No buts." She said. She sincerely didn’t want to talk about her dreams, especially not with Spike. So, she opted to change the subject. “Anyways, are you excited about your trip to Canterlot?”
Spike brightened up. “You bet.” It was no secret he loved spending a little away time with Celestia. She was practically a mother to him, with Twilight’s own counting as a second.
She then started to use her magic to bring the pancake to her mouth. Just then, she could hear her doorbell ringing. She put down her breakfast. "I'll get it." She walked to the door and opened it. "Why hello…" She stopped when she saw no one there. She closed it. "Funny, I could of sworn..." The moment she turned around, her eyes went wide as dinner plates.
"SURPRISE!" Pinkie Pie and a mysterious yellow pony yelled, throwing confetti into the air.
Twilight screamed at the top of her lungs and jumped upwards, only to accidently ran her horn into the ceiling. "Oopsi," Pinkie Pie said, giggling. "Maybe we overdid."
"You think." Twilight said, with a dead pan expression. She idly swung back in forth. Her horn was lodged firmly in the bark of the tree.
"I'll help you." The new pony said. She stretched out her wings and quickly flew to her side. She grabbed Twilight and pulled her out from her predicament. She gently brought her to the ground and then landed herself. "Sorry about that."
"It's fine." Twilight said, feeling her own to make sure it was okay. "No harm done." She then looked at the new pony. She was light yellow with a yellow mane. She was Pegasus, which was stating the obvious. Her cutie mark was five purple balloons with pink strings. Still, something seemed familiar about her. "So, who are you?"
"Twilight," Pinkie Pie said. "Meet my cousin, Surprise."
Twilight gasped. "You have a cousin?" She said.
"I never told you?" Pinkie Pie said, cocking her head to the side. Twilight shook her head.
"Well then," Surprise said, pulling Pinkie Pie to her side. "SURPRISE!" They both said in unison.
It was at that moment, Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic, the pony who defeated both Discord, Nightmare Moon, and several other monsters, shook in fear. For Surprise was exactly like Pinkie Pie, down to her infectious smile. "Well, I…I…" She stuttered.
"She's speechless." Surprise said.
"Funny, she usually has a lot to say." Pinkie Pie stated. She then waved a hoof in the air. "Nevermind that. Anyways, I came over to tell you," She held out and invitation. "That you're invited to my 'Welcome to Ponyville Surprise'," She pulled out another invitation. "And the 'Did I mention she's my cousin' celebration."
"Really?" Twilight said, looking at them inquisitively. "Don't you think that's unneccesary."
They both gasped. "A party is always necessary." Pinkie Pie said. "It's like a tradition."
"You lived on a rock farm." Twilight told her. Though, she still questioned if that was true, or just another one of Pinkie's sugar induced tales.
"It's more fun to make new ones." Surprise said. She looked over to Pinkie Pie. "And remember, I want it to be a surprise."
"You got it." Pinkie Pie answered.
"It's not a surprise if she knows where it is." Twilight pointed out.
"It's the thought that counts." Surprise said. "I always love to be surprised."
"Well, we best be off." Pinkie Pie said. "I have lot more invitation to give out." The duo proceeded to bounce out the door. Twilight stared on after them. ‘I need a book right now. A really, informative, long book.'
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