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In 1979, we discovered...

 

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In space, no one can hear you scream.

 

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Now, in 2011, we will discover...

 

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On Earth, everyone can hear you scream.

 

 

 

 

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E A R T H B O R N E

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


A Call In The Night: Prelude


As they all lie sleeping peacefully that night, she called to them.

Her voice like nothing any of them had ever heard before.

So elegant.

So soothing.

So welcoming.

To those who were lost and alone, she became the answer and a companion.

To those who had nothing, she became their prized possession.

To those who had everything, she became the next item to be acquired.

She was "Mother" and she was calling out for all her children to come to her.

And so they did.

From out of their homes, shacks, or cardboard boxes, they emerged. Following her voice. Enraptured by the powerful sense of her love.

Not even as they traveled down beneath the Earth, where the moon's light couldn't penetrate, and the air became thick and warm, did their dedication to a Mother they'd never met falter.

Not even as they were welcomed into her home, taken in and bound, did they ever lose sight of the love she had promised them.

Not even when the first screams echoed throughout the dark catacombs that they'd all been brought to did any of them worry.

And as the searing pain came to life in their chests, and the sounds of their ribs breaking apart echoed in their ears, it was with smiles and glossed over eyes that they said goodbye to their lives and to the world forever.

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Night of the Monsters: Chapter One


 

I remembered the sound.

 

A sort of rumbling that was at the perfect frequency to not only be heard by the ears, but felt in the bones.

Then, there was the light.

A sudden flash that lit up the night sky with a brilliant luminescence.

Finally, there was the impact.

The force of whatever had caused the rumbling and the flash.

It was the last thing I recalled before there was nothing but darkness.

 

And then, my eyes opened.

I was lying on carpeted floor of my room. It was roughly the size of an ordinary bedroom, and was enough to house my bed, a chest of drawers for clothing, and a few shelves for placing objects.

Objects that'd been knocked to the floor during the impact.

They were of little worry to me, however.

There was no longer any power coming into my room, something that was always a constant. That concerned me. What concerned me most was that I could no longer hear my sisters, but I could still hear my brother. He was in severe pain.

Standing up from the floor, I checked myself to make sure I had not sustained any injury during the occurrence. I was fine. Not so much as a scratch. So I went to the second of two doors in my room. This was the door that led out.

"Angelo, are you there?" I spoke, using the intercom system located next to the door.

Angelo was one of the people who watched over us. If I had reason to leave my room, he was the first point of contact.

I waited for a few moments. If he was not present there was a woman, Juanita, who would speak in his place. When neither of them responded, I figured it was because they had not heard me.

"Angelo, Juanita, are you there?" I spoke again into the intercom.

Again, there was nothing.

This was something that had never happened before. It gave me further cause for concern.

"I am concerned and I want to know what has happened. Please answer." I spoke into the intercom again, waiting only to receive silence as my response.

It is possible that I would have remained where I was. We were not allowed to leave our rooms without permission or supervision. However, I had a strange feeling inside me that this was not normal procedure. Something had happened. Something bad. I could also not ignore what I was feeling from my brother.

I made the decision that whatever punishment I would receive for breaking out would be worth it, just to know that all was well.

Leaving the intercom, I approached the door to my room and placed my hand against it. I did not notice an increase or decrease in temperature. I kept my hand against the door, running it slowly across its surface, starting from the top and working my way down to the bottom. As I reached mid-point, I noticed a weak spot. A second check revealed that this was the weakest point in the door. Taking a few steps back, I put all my strength into charging my body into that point.

The door groaned, as if I had caused it physical harm, but it did not give. It only dented. It took ten attempts before the door was finally weakened enough to give and break under my assault, creating a large hole near its center. Through the hole I could see that the hallway outside was dark.

Another constant that had been interrupted.

I maneuvered my body through the hole and went out into the hallway. There appeared to be no security guards patrolling, no doctors going about their business. There was just silence and an unusual tanginess to the air.

Immediately I began to run to the right down the hallway. My brother was only two rooms down from me. I stopped when I saw that the door to his room had been greatly assaulted and left out in the hallway. I should have had a bit more regard for my safety as I finished the trip and entered his room.

His was set up exactly as mine had been. It was in as much disarray as mine had been.

"Sawyer?" I called. "Are you here?"

There was no response. However, I knew that my brother, Sawyer, was nearby. I could feel it. I was hoping that he could feel me as well.

"I...I am here." his voice responded weakly.

I followed his voice to his bed. I saw his hand go up to show me his location on its side closest to the wall. Rushing over, it was apparent why he was in pain. Three long and jagged marks had been raked across his chest. He had bled from these wounds, turning the shirt of the white scrubs we wore as our attire red.

"What has happened to you?" I asked him, trying to further survey the damage to his body.

"When...I awoke, I noticed there was...there was no power. I went to the intercom to ask Angelo...to ask him why. That is when something...assaulted the door." he answered me.

Sawyer was white skinned. A direct contrast to my dark skin. His face looked as if it had become even whiter somehow. Nearly colorless.

"You are not well. We must get you assistance." I told him. I could smell the blood was fresh that was seeping out of him.

He tried to smile. Tried to laugh, maybe. All it did was cause him to cough. I could hear the sounds of liquid in his chest and throat.

"It is already...too late, Finn. I wi...expire soon." his words filled me with grief.

"No." I shook my head. "Sawyer, no. You can not do that."

"I do not ha...a choice."

Never had I cried before. There was never an occurrence that required it. Now, however, I could feel my eyes filling up with liquid. I could feel the trembles in my body, in my face. This was why it was becoming harder and harder to feel him. If this was true, then that meant that my sisters had already meant the same fate.

"If you expire..." I found it difficult to speak. "I will be alone. I can not be without you."

Reaching up to me with the same hand he had used to signal to me his location, he caught my face and held it. I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand, holding it there with my own.

"You must. Find...other and father. Protect them from the...onsters." I could hear the life leaving him as he spoke.

"Is that what did this to you?" I asked.

"Yes."

I ran my free hand across the top of his forehead gently, feeling a wetness there. He was sweating, yet his temperature felt normal.

"I..ove you, Finn. And I am...sorry."

His eyes began to roll in the back of his head. His body convulsed lightly. And then...he was gone. His presence inside me like a memory being lost forever. His hand went limp against my face, and his body sighed and settled for the last time.

The grief was overwhelming. So powerful. It took hold of my entire being. I am unsure of how much time passed that I was there with him, holding onto his dead hand, the only thing keeping it against my face. My eyes leaked profusely with tears. The strange gasping sounds that came out of my mouth were my only words.

It was a sense that I was no longer alone that saved me from being consumed by the emotion. Something...something was moving closer to my location. A small part of it felt familiar in some unknown way. The rest of it felt very unfamiliar. Without further thought I knew that this was what my brother, Sawyer, had been talking about.

The monster was on its way back.

I forced myself to leave Sawyer's body and take shelter in the restroom. The door to it was still intact. I would be able to use it to my advantage if the monster was much bigger than me.

Pushing the door to where it was almost closed, I stood waiting and watching as light footsteps approached, and the monster stepped through the opening where the door had once been.

Even in the darkness, it stood out. It was not a large creature, but it was tall. Tall enough that it had to hunch as it stepped into the room through the doorway. It walked on two legs and appeared to have the same build as a human being. It even had two arms and hands with fingers. Its fingernails were elongated, sharp claws. Its skin looked like dark leather, and its head...its head was elongated and cylindrical. Not rounded like a human. I could see no eyes or ears. I could only see its mouth, which was closed.

The monster stood for a moment, motionless, quiet. I did the same. When it did move, it only moved its head as if surveying the room. It stopped in the direction where Sawyer was lying on the other side of the bed. Its mouth opened, revealing teeth that looked human in construction, but were colored silver, and emitted a low hiss.

"Another for the harvest." I heard its snake-like voice.

No...I did not hear it. Not with my ears. I heard it in my mind.

Making its way from the door, the monster started to where Sawyer was lying dead. It was at this point that I noticed the creature had a tail. It reminded me of the tail of a scorpion without the fattened tip. Despite this, it still had what looked like a barb at the tip.

Again, I should have taken more regard for my own safety. However, I could not let this monster, this thing that had attacked and killed my brother, take him away. Pushing the door aside, but not leaving my position, I prepared to stand against the monster.

"You will not take him." I told the monster.

It stopped immediately, head snapping sharply to my direction. Its hiss was higher in pitch this time.

"Ah! A fresh body!" my mind heard it say.

"And it will remain fresh. You will leave now." I did not know how to speak to it without using my mouth.

It understood me, though. For it stopped its approach, seeming confused.

"You can understand?" it questioned.

"Yes." I replied.

This seemed to further confuse the monster.

"No human has been able to understand." it told me.

"I am not human." I revealed to it.

"Nor are you one of us. Therefore, you must be taken for harvest."

"I will not." I defied the monster. "And you will not take my brother either."

The monster laughed. A rapid series of hisses. For the first time I acquired a sense of its gender. It was female.

"And what do you plan to do to stop me, small creature?" it challenged.

"If you do not turn away, I will do whatever I must." I answered it, feeling an anger rising up within me.

There was also another feeling. Something I had not encountered before. It increased my breathing. With each breath I took, I could feel it building. It entered the muscles of my body, fueling them with some kind of power. My hands began to tremble. A quick look at them revealed that my fingernails, naturally black in color, were beginning to elongate. It did not hurt, only felt strange. Something was also happening to my mouth, to my teeth. They were becoming stronger, fortifying themselves. Finally, it spread to my eyes, causing them to tingle. My sight was previously barely at a usable rate. Now, I could see everything in perfect detail.

The feeling peaked, invading my mind. It intensified my anger, causing my lips to pull back into an angry snarl. I had seen what this monster was capable of. I knew somehow that it would not take me peacefully had I decided to go with it. It would hurt me first, like it did with Sawyer. For that, my mind settled on only one solution that would allow my safe passage from this situation.

Kill it.

The physical changes to my body were visible to the monster, which had become confused once again. I took this to my advantage. A sound similar to the hiss the monster made previously came out of my mouth, only much angrier, as I charged directly at it.

My running speed was tested long before this encounter. It had been ranked as normal. This time, however, I could feel that I was moving much faster than normal. The monster, not quite prepared for me, began to hunch downward as if it were going to start moving on all fours instead of just the two legs.

I saw this as opportunity.

I shifted my weight to the right, allowing my body to fall toward the ground. The momentum I had gained from running carried me across the carpeted floor, bringing me into range of the monster. I did not know the physiology of the creature. However I knew that it had a head. In that head would hopefully be the brain. If I could break the head, it would break the brain. Without the brain, the monster would not be able to function.

Again, I shifted my body so that I was lying on the ground. My momentum had carried me as far as it could. Using my hands and nails as support and anchor, I arched my body upward toward the monster, and with all the strength I possessed, brought my feet upward to collide with the bottom of its chin. I suppose the attack would have looked like some kind of backward flip from the ground.

It turned out to be the only attack I needed.

My strength was more than I anticipated. The impact against the monster's chin snapped the head back so violently that it separated the head completely from the neck. The end of the move placed me back on my feet. I immediately backed away a few steps to gain ground and prepare for my next attack.

The monster did not get a moment to make a sound, aside from the snapping of bones and the ripping of its flesh during the dislocation of its head. The body collapsed forward onto the ground. The head spun backward in the opposite direction and landed behind the body.

A liquid with a pungent smell erupted from the monsters neck. As it hit the floor, it began to sizzle and hiss. I watched for a moment, noticing that the liquid was destroying the carpet...eating it almost. It made it to another layer underneath the carpet to which it could not eat through and settled.

Looking to the monster, I could no longer feel its presence. That told me I had succeeded in my goal of killing it.

I did not take much time to think about how I had accomplished what I had. The only things I could think about were mother and father. They would not be a match for these monsters. I could only hope that they had made it to the safety of a place they called a "Panic Room". There was one not too far from my current location. I figured it best to start there.

"Please be alive." I thought of them, leaving the room to start my search and to fulfill the last wish of my now dead brother.

 

 

 

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