In the early morning June 28, 2015, an unexpected tragedy that took place has been announced to the entire world. For a total time of an hour and a thirty three minuets, the entire Earth went dark, as if the Sun completely vanished. The moon became abnormally large, and discolored. Reports say from around the world that the moon had changed its color to an ocean blue. It filled the skies, and touched everything with an erie blue light.
Millions of witnesses say that they watched the moon vanish completely within a matter of seconds. Only to appear in another random region of the world. This happened for a total of six times.
Six civilians have disappeared in this happening, all within that ages of fourteen, to twenty one. Two animals, both canines, were taken away as well. Wherever the moon was the largest in the sky, was where the disappearances took place. Three attacks happened in The U.S, while two took place in Europe, and the last one in Japan.
The most violent case, took place on a recreational butte in Colorado, where a young teenager and his family, was attacked by a pack of mysterious blue eyes wolves. That father has this to say, "They wouldn't die. They just wouldn't f***ing die. Now matter how matter times i shot one of them, they wouldn't die!"
Trevor White, the middle child, was targeted as he claimed that a strange substance made its own way into his eyes, causing the boy to have a terrible seizure. Thankfully awaking mostly unharmed, he however had a devastating change to his iris color, and the formation of his pupils.
The father had this to say. "They..they were glowing. His eyes were grey! They were blue before, but then they were grey, and they were glowing! But his pupils...they were...deformed. Those reptile eyes are still burnt into the back of my mind."
Minuets after this, Trevor was dragged into a brightly lit hole in the ground by a towering glowing entity. The creature, only described as a group of tentacles, violently attacked Trevor, before he was taken away. The boy's family dog, suffered the same fate, moments before him.
As the news spreads like wildfire throughout the world, panic and anger does as well. Two days after the incident, President Barack Obama revealed to the public of an attack that happened three months prior, during the United Nations meeting.
On March 25, 2015, the "accident" that ensued on a military base, in which the location remains highly classified, was really a horrid attack on the supernatural level. Soldiers were slaughtered by demonic like creatures and gunned down by humanoid beings with multicolored hair, skin, and glowing green eyes.
These attackers stole weapons, gear, vehicles, and caused heavy damage. The costs are ranging into the millions in both damage, and theft alone.
The one and only reason given to cover it up as an accident, was to prevent a worldwide panic. Though understandable to an extent, it didn't work forever. Angry mobs started riots in major cities, including Washington D.C. Police struggle to contain the chaos. Exclusively, in the towns and cities where the attacks took place.
Amid the mayhem, the families of the victims mourn over their lost loved ones. Families of the fallen soldiers, mourn once more. From the President personally, they were promised of their return, and for vengeance of the slaughtered troops. The U.S government and other countries are banning together, in finding a way to confront, and end the terrorists held responsible.
Now, only a few questions remain that have yet to be answered. Why were these young victims attacked? Are they alive? And if they are, where are they now?"
5 DAYS AFTER THE SECOND ATTACK
"NO GOD DAMMIT!"
Trevor's father continued to bash the rock into the invisible force that segregated him from his son. He roared in frustration as he watched his son sink father and father down into the blinding pit. His hand was now bleeding from the unrelenting grip he had on the rock. Red droplets fell from the wounds in his hand, and hovered in place blow him. The rock slipped out from his hand, and fell with a thud of the ground beside him. He could only watch Trevor's limp body sink further. Down he went...then he was gone. His body was consumed by the light.
Emotional agony ran through his chest, and clouded his mind. His mouth hung agape. He didn't say anything. He only sat there. Looking into the closing hole below him. He couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He watched his son die, and there was nothing that could be done. Dirt began to cover the hole. The light was fading, as the moon was losing its blue color.
"No."
"No NO NOOOO!!!"
He slammed his fists against the soil! His fists throbbed with pain. He hit ground, again, and again, and again! Both of his fists were gushing blood, and dirt was jamming its way into his newly opened wounds.
He continued to hit at dirt as the others got up, and watched him with watery eyes. The moon that was once shrouding them in blue light, was now hiding itself behind the clouds. Slowly, but surly, darkness began to surround them all. Silence began to fall. They all just stood there, and looked at Trevor's father sit there. He looked at his blood coated palms through the dim moonlight. The glow was dying quickly. His fingers dripped, and fell into the soil. He continued to stare into the cuts and gashes of his hands until he was completely swallowed in blackness.
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Trevor's father snapped his eyes open once again. He sniffed, as he struggled to stay awake. He found himself sitting down, looking at the ground. A cold cup of whisky was cupped in his two bandaged hands. The ice was now almost completely melted into the alcohol. He completely forgot about his drink. He just stared at the floor. He has been for the past fifteen minuets. His lip trembled as his hands did. A single tear slid down his cheek, and fell into the whisky.
His watery eyes slowly panned down to his drink. He looked into the golden liquid. The sounds of his son's terrified screams played back in his head over and over again like a broken record.
When they were about to link hands, he had a final chance to see every horrible detail of his son's pain. He saw the terror and desperation in his eyes. The shattered nose. The nose was cracked and smeared his face in blood. He saw the gash in his cheek, and his blood drenched clothes. It broke his heart to see his son like that. Every detail made him feel all the more guilty and sick. He tilted back his head, and let every last drop of the whisky pour into his mouth. He gulped it down. He could feel the cold liquid run down his throat. Already, regret was starting to emerge from deep inside his soul.
His oath was broken. For ten years, he has not consumed a single drop of alcohol. It nearly ruined the marriage and the family. He swore to never drink. He joked about having a beer from time to time, but he never meant it. He never wanted to lose what he had, what he never had before. A family. It made him feel all the more disgusted with himself.
He looked over to the bottle of whisky, sitting across from him on the counter. He it bought for himself this morning, and he hated this decision with a burning passion. An urge of smashing it to pieces coursed through the rage in his veins. He grew more and more frustrated, wanting to take his anger out on something. As quickly as the urge came, it left him, as he was sucked back into his dark depression.
Not paying attention, the glass slid out of his hands, and shattered against the hardwood floor. Bits and pieces of glass scattered across the ground. The sound of the shattering cup echoed throughout the room and the house.
"Dad?"
He could hear Chad's alarmed voice from upstairs. Soon enough as expected, he could hear footsteps coming from above. Soon enough, Chad stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Chad looked down to see multiple pieces of shattered glass, and what appeared to be liquor on the floor. He could smell it.
"Dad?" Chad repeated.
Dad looked up from the floor and up at him. Already, he was starting to cry. The mere sight of his other son sent reminders flooding in. Chad saw this and slowly walked over to him, being careful not to step on any glass.
"Hey...come on. Let's get you up."
He helped him up, and stared at him. Chad did his best to hide his surprised expression. For once in the past couple days, he could see the details of his face. Ever since Trevor got attacked, he was either out of the house, or in his room. Now that was the first time he's had physical contact with him, he could see the tolls it took.
Chad could smell the whisky on his breath. It was strong, nearly making himself choke on the scent. His father's eyes were watery and red with fatigue, as it has been ages since he slept. He hasn't shaved in days, as his chin and cheeks were staring to turn dark. His hair was a mess, and he was on the verge of sobbing.
"Dad? Did you drink...alcohol?"
Dad began to cry softly. The tears began to flow freely. Chad hugged him tightly as he mourned.
"Chad....I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't save them. It's all my fault they are gone!"
Chad gasped. "Hey! Hey! It's not your fault. It's not your fault! Don't say that."
"No." Dad sighed. "I could have saved them. Trevor, and Joel! I could've gotten them both out of there! He needed me, and I failed! It's all my fault! They are both gone, and it's all my god damn fault! Jesus Christ, what kind of father am I!?"
"He is NOT gone!" Chad sniffed. "You don't know that. Don't you dare say that!"
Dad didn't say anything.
"Look." Chad said with a trembling voice. "Whatever that thing was, you had no control over what was going to happen. Dad, there was nothing you could do! Just like how Trevor was when he saw his best friend being taken away! It wasn't his or your fault!"
Dad stayed silent.
"Look...he's alive. He's alive and I know it. He is somewhere out there. I don't know how I know. I just do." Chad said, tearing up as well. "We will see him again."
Chad embraced him with another hug. Chad couldn't hold it in. Tears began to slide along his face, and fell onto his fathers shirt.
"Everything's gonna be ok." He told them both. "Everything is gonna..be...ok."
Trevor's father took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
"I need to take a leak." He said softly. "I'll be back up in a minuet. I won't be long."
Without another word, he began to shuffle over to the nearby bathroom. Chad just watched him go, before he slowly began to make his way back up stairs. Chad wiped away the tears with his sleeve, and began to make his way upstairs. Trevor's father shut the door, and turned the lock. He leaned over the sink and turned it on. Cupping his hands below the faucet, he dipped his face into the cold water. Droplets of water fell to the the bottom of the sink once he was facing the mirror. The ends of his hair were soaked, and hung over his eyes.
He shook off the water, and dried his face off with a nearby towel. Trevor's father lied back up against the wall, he slowly began to slide down against the it. He slid until he was sitting on the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair as he sighed, letting the silence around him. The buzzing in his ears was the only sound he could hear.
Wether it was or wasn't his fault, his son was still gone. There was nothing he could do about that. No cup of whisky, or any kind of alcohol would say otherwise. Sighing once more, he opened the bathroom door, and began to make his way upstairs. Nothing can bring him back. Not now, and not ever. With that thought lingering in his mind, he was considering another glass of whisky.
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Clair found herself lost in her own thoughts for the third time. A painful knot grew in her stomach as she grew more worried for Trevor. Though she wanted to believe that he was alive, but she couldn't help but feel that he was really gone. Gone for good. She pulled out her phone, and looked at the last text in their conversation. The day he was gonna come back. The day he and his dog were attacked.
It was sent from her.
Hey, what's up? You wanna hang when you get back? :)
He never did reply.
She turned off her phone, and slid it back into her purse. Clair looked back to see his grieving family. She suddenly felt guilty that she wasn't with them during these hard times. Clair couldn't even imagine what his father was feeling right now. She heard that he was about to get Trevor out of there, before the thing took him away. Worst of all, she couldn't even compare the anger and pain Trevor must've felt when he watched Joel get killed like that!
She loved Joel, and Joel loved her. Joel loved everybody. He was always a lovable fur ball. She always considered the three of them as a trio. She felt it, but she wasn't sure if Trevor did. He was alway stubborn to begin with when it came to the subject of friends.
Once again, the painful knot arose once more from within.
She took one last glance out the window. Clair sighed. She knew that she had a date with her boyfriend, Dexter. She didn't want to disappoint him. She was fifteen minuets late after all. She pulled out her phone once more and was gonna send a text saying that she was on her way, but she stopped. She read the texts that were sent to her, and she cringed. She read out every word in her head. All of the crazy, and selfish shit he sent in his messages.
He showed little to no respect for her friend! He didn't even know his name! The past three texts said how he was waiting for her, all the while blaming her for him sitting there by himself!
Where was his respect? How can he be this selfish? She glared at his texts in total disgust. It was then, she looked back at the text conversation that she had with Trevor.
Before her final text, she read a message tat he sent her two days before. Well, it was a picture with a caption. The picture showed a simple pose Trevor was in with a stupid grin on his face. He was totally covered in camouflage. Head to toe. He held a hunting rifle in the air, only with his right hand. The barrel was pointed strait into the sky, barley exiting the frame. Below, it said WOLVERINES in all capitals. So stupid and silly, but she couldn't help but smile the same grin that he had in the photograph. Her eyes began to water, and a single tear began to slide its way out. She wiped it away once it began to tickle her cheek.
Clair looked back once more to the grieving family. She knew what to do in an instant. She slid the phone back into her purse. Dexter will have to eat wings by himself tonight. This was more important. Besides, it was for the best.
******
Everything was so fuzzy and dark. I couldn't make out a single thing. Everything sounded distorted and distant. The only sound audible was what sounded like an alarm on a ship going off, when it hit an iceberg or something.
As seconds passed, and everything began to become clearer. Sounds were becoming more coherent as my vision was getting clearer. Something was standing over me. Inches from my face. The sound wasn't any bell or alarm. It was a dog's barking. A dog's barking! As I quickly realized who it was above me, my vision snapped to clarity in an instant.
I found myself staring into the eyes of my dog, Joel! His ears perked up, as he saw my eyes open all the way! He was barking with excitement, and his tail wagged furiously!
"Huh!?" I sat up, not taking my eyes off of him.
"Joel?" I questioned in utter shock.
He barked.
"Joel!?"
He barked again.
"Joel!!" I exclaimed in joy.
I instantly reached out for a hug, but he pounced me; and started to lick my face like crazy! I fell back to the ground, as I closed my eyes. I laughed with joy and relief as he continued his merciless rein of licking! I couldn't believe it! He was alive! My best friend was alive!
"Joel. I can't believe you're here!" I said, mainly to myself. "I-"
I stopped. A crazy thought went through my mind. Was that all a...a dream then? Did I dream up the whole thing in the truck? Was the voice even real? Did I dream that up too? Has the last three months of my life been nothing but a lie!?
As I thought about it, behind Joel's head, was a bright source of light. It made me squint slightly as if I was staring at...the sun.
"Wait."
I sat up. Joel stepped off of me. He moved to my side, allowing me to see exactly what was behind him. Nothing. A barren wasteland of..of...desert. Miles, and miles of sand, and desert plant life.
"Wait...what!?"
I sprang to my feet instantly. Joel's excited barking stopped. I looked around me in a panic. Other that me Joel, and a cactus...there was nothing! Nothing but desert!
"No! No! Not cool, man!" I yelled.
I closed my eyes, hoping that I would find myself lying in bed! I only found myself staring at nothing!
"No!"
I looked at the cactus.
"NO!"
I looked at Joel. His ears were fattened against his skull. My dead friend is standing here beside me! Fear quickly took over my mind and thoughts!
"NOOO!"
Out in the distance. Miles from where Trevor stood in a panic, in the middle of nowhere, his faint cry could be heard. Though impossible to understand from a long distance, the cry made its way along to wherever it was going. It didn't matter anyway. Nobody would hear it. Nobody would ever hear it.
"It's all real." I thought in fear, looking around. "It all happened! Everything! The wolves, the monster, Joel being attacked! It all...happened. It kill-no wait, the thing didn't kill us, did it?" Well if we are in fact alive, that wouldn't matter for long. We are in the middle of nowhere! We'll starve or die dehydration! Worst of all, I don't a damn signal on my phone!!"
"God dammit!" I shouted. "God da- wait! My side!"
I looked down at my left side, where my shattered ribcage was supposed to be. Looking down, i could see that my clothes were completely cleansed of any blood. My flannel shirt, jeans, and my boots remained free of any traces of blood!
I had to disregard that for the moment. I brought my attention back to my injuries. I looked back down at my left side. No intense pain swept over me when I twisted, or moved my left arm up and down. It didn't hurt when I breathed. That's good, but now for the final test. With my right hand, I reached over to the area where i got it worst in my fall.
Already, my instincts were kicking in, as I was mentally expecting pure agony when I barely pressed on it. I went into the affected area, only to stop and clam myself when I was mere centimeters from my skin.
"Ok. It's ok." I said to myself. "Just...do it!"
With more force than i liked, I jammed my fingers into the spot. I yelped in terror! I winced at the pain that...wasn't there. I felt no pain. It was completely healed!
I slowly retracted my fingers. My eyes opened, and I found Joel looking up at me. His ears were flattened, and he looked at me like I was angry with him. I reached out a hand, and petted the top of his head. As I massaged his head, his head dumbly swayed and moved with my movements. His ears perked up, and I stopped.
"Well." I sighed. "I'm in no pain. That's good. Wait...didn't Dad say something about my eyes?"
A nervous feeling ran through me. Instantly, I yanked my phone out of my pocket. With trembling fingers, I opened the camera to the facial camera. The brightness to to low to see anything!
"Damn!"
Impatient, I turned up my brightness all the way. What I saw was truly unexpected.
My irises were a pure dark grey. My blue eyes changed to a dark grey! No trace of blue or black was there. There was grey. There was only grey!!
"Oh jeeze." I sighed in disbelief. "Oh sweet Jesus. What the hell happened to me!?"
I stood up, and looked around me. For miles on end, it was empty. All sand. No sound, but a passing breeze. Nothing else. It took me a moment to see how depressing it was. The sky was grey, as clouds blocked the sun almost completely. All I could see was a spot of light in the clouds. The temperature was surprisingly cold. It sure didn't feel like Summer. It felt like a cold day in Autumn. It obviously didn't look like any place I ever seen in Colorado, so where were we?
"How...how is this all possible!?" I thought. "We were dragged out here, and left to rot! All because of that god damn voice in my head!"
I turned, and foolishly kicked at the cactus in frustration. The spikes dug themselves into the material of my boots. Before I realized what I've done, it was too late. I was in for one hell of an injury. My foot collided with the cactus with enough force to blow a hole into a wall.
"GOD FU-"
I stopped in mid swear. I felt no pain. The only response I got, was the sound of something light being kicked. Like a bag or something. I looked down at my feet, and sure enough there was.
Between my two feet, was a black bag that would be used for carrying a small video camera. A strap extended itself from on side to the other. A label on the strap read SONY in big white letters. Same thing on the side. Obviously, it was stolen from a Best Buy or some other store.
"What the?"
I knelt down to it, and softly pushed it. I felt something large and heavy tough the palm of my hand. Curious to see what was inside, I grabbed the zipper, and began to open the bag. Once fully unzipped, I lifted the top, and was surprised to see how much was in the bag.
"Wow." I said, impressed with everything within the bag.
I took it all out, and lied it all out on the sand. Sitting criss crossed, I made a notice of what was in the bag.
One tiny cylinder flashlight. One medium sized canteen, filled with what I assumed to be water. Tasting it, I could confirm that it was. One small red cup. Slightly larger than a shot glass. One large book with a hard cover. It read, The Complete History of Equestria, all in fancy cursive.
The word, "Equestria" seemed familiar to me. I thought about it. It struck me, when I realized that she brought that up during that vision. That vision when I was in that destroyed town. The thought of the demons made me shutter. That was in what the voice called, "Equestria."
Are...are we in Equestria?
I opened the book, and skimmed through it. Nothing made sense in the book. At first, I was reading about something having to do horses or whatever, the next, stuff about Greek mythology. A battle with griffons or something. Though that kind of mythology interested me, it was all pretty useless at this point. I decided, that I would use it as fuel for a fire. Considering the circumstances.
I tossed the book aside, and continued to look though.
Nest, I found a charger cord and plug in for a certain type of phone. My Iphone. Though kind, yet completely useless to me and stupid. The next two surprised me. Caught me off guard. I pulled out...my magnum? I looked at it, confused as hell. Didn't that monster yank it out of my hand? I thought it was gone! I looked at the handle, and saw dried blood streaks and smears running along each side.
I grew uncomfortable looking at the blood, so I wiped it all off with saliva and the bottom of my shirt. Along with my newly found firearm, I found a small bag of ammo, and clips. Both for my magnum, and my hunting rifle. The last few things included this. Three large tan packages that read, Meal Ready to Eat. Followed by a large bag of dog food, more than half way full. The last few items were only a hand held camera, and a memory card.
That seemed about it.
Joel barked behind me. I jumped in surprise. I glared over at him, as he made his way to my side; and pointed his snout over to the side of the bag. Curious once again, I looked at the side he was pointing. Sticking out of a pocket, was a note. About the size of an index card.
I slid it out, and read it aloud.
"Forgive me for what I have done to you. I'm deeply sorry for the injuries that I brought upon you. That was far from my intentions. I know this looks bad, but I hope you understand why I've done what I did soon enough. Everything in the bag is for you and your friend. You must be curious about your necklace. I'm sorry, but I can't answer any questions you have right now. All I can say right now is to follow the path of the moonlight. It will guide you. Good luck."
"Wait..necklace?"
I looked down at myself, only to see nothing. I opened some space underneath my shirt, and there was in fact a necklace around my neck. Right in between my flannel shirt and my T-shirt. Without hesitation, I pulled it off, and examined it. The chains were a dark blue color. The chains were linked to a large circular medallion or some kind. It was large, with the rough circumference of a tennis ball. It was almost completely white. It was if the interior of the medallion was completely filled with milk. However, running along the side inside, was a pattern of black spots and blotches.
The pattern appeared to form an image. I thought I was mistaken, but yeah. I saw a side image of a unicorn. That's what it clearly looked like. You could see specific details. You couldn't mistake it for anything else! The side view of a horse's face. You could see the muzzle, the mane, and the horn; which stood out the most. It even left a giant space of white, just so it would represent an eye!
I didn't really know what to do with it. To me, it seemed pointless. But then again, why did I have it? What purpose does it have? Hell, I could've just tossed it aside. It could possibly be used as a dangerous weapon of mass destruction! But what if it wasn't? What if there was a purpose to it? One, the necklace, nor the voice didn't kill me when it had the chance. That's one. Two, it provided Joel and I with all of these supplies, including the necklace.
So obviously, it wants me alive for whatever reason. But then again, it tossed us into the desert. Why? What was it expecting us to do? Walk...out..into the..desert?
I looked back into the vast barren land. Already I was doubting the thought.
"No, that's crazy! We'll probably die out there!" I thought. "But, if we stay here, we could run out of things to eat and drink if someone doesn't find us in time. I mean sure, we can eat, and drink off the cactus if it is edible. What if it wasn't? What if it was poisonous or something? Then we are only supplied with only a few MRE's, dog food, and a full canteen of water!"
I stopped as a thought crossed my mind. I took the hunting rifle from off my back. I held it in my hands, and I knew I found an alternative.
I could possibly hunt down something for us to eat, if we become desperate. The problem is, I never learned to properly cook a meal when i'm in the middle of nowhere, without anything to use in order to cook. I may be a hunter, but I'm no Bear Grylls here!
"I guess I'll have to use this when we have no other choice. Until then...we'll have to conserve our food and water. One bite for each meal of the day for me. One handful each meal of the day for Joel, and one sip for every 12 hours for me. As for Joel...I guess I can use that cup?"
I sighed. I rose to my feet, and examined the cactus; to see if I was able to use the cactus in any way. It appeared to be wrinkly, and grayish. Upon further examination, I noticed that it was slumped over slightly. Just like a dead flower. It was dying, so using it for resources was a bust. Plus, I didn't have my knife with me. It looks like we have no choice. We'll have to walk out of here. Hopefully, we'll find some help soon. That is, if we are still on Earth. If we aren't, I won't know what I'll do. But one thing's for sure. Don't follow the moonlight. That won't happen again.
I held the necklace in my hand, staring at the design on the white medallion, then I put it back on, letting it hang on the outside of my flannel shirt.
I didn't know what was gonna happen from this point on, but two things were for sure. I was gonna get home. Whatever the cost will be, and whatever questions I have, will be answered. They better be.
I looked down at Joel, who was by my side, looking up at me. I rubbed his head.
"Come on." I said. "Let's go."