Chapter 2: Don’t Go Towards the Light
“This isn’t my war.” Thought 35 Year old Charlie Sanchez. Mayor of a small town in East Texas, he wasn’t supposed to be leading a group of soldiers. If you could even call them soldiers, this was a militia of any man 18 and older who was willing to pick up a gun. There were only 8 men in the group, and their small tribe totaled 14 including women and children. Charlie looked to his boys and scratched his face, he hadn’t had any time to shave since the bombs dropped and it was starting to show. They had already killed 10 invading soldiers in the 2 weeks the war had been going on, but even with the little fighting they had done these men were starting to look worn. Their town was so small that no large forces had come through, at least yet. Hopefully that would last. Most of the houses and buildings around town had been searched for survivors and usable material, but there was still one church and its surrounding area that they hadn’t searched yet.
Charlie got his men together, and loaded up in two trucks to begin the scouting mission. He drove the lead truck about twenty miles down some back roads, and stopped in the parking lot of the church. It was a pretty small place, but there were already cars outside. So maybe there were some people who needed help. He signaled silently to some of his men to go around the back of the church, and signaled to another group to follow him to surround the front door as he opened it. But as soon as they got out of the trucks, a dog started barking. Only a moment went by before there was a sudden flash as if lighting had struck and a loud sound like heavy wind. The sound stopped and the dog continued to bark.
Charlie signaled again for everyone to enter strategically, and they moved towards the door. He slammed the door open with a kick to find a dog alone in a single room building, pews stretched to both walls and were in rows filling the building from the front of the stage, to the back. Everything was covered in blood and in the walkway between pews, there was a small pile of dead bodies. The bodies were sliced apart, some missing heads or limbs, which were strewn around the room. The entire floor was drenched in a pool of blood and the walls even had splatter marks, as if whoever had done this had been swinging a blade like a baseball bat. The dog ran up to Charlie and began licking his face. Charlie grabbed him by the collar, and led him out of the church. All anyone could think on the ride back was, “Why did this happen in a church?” and “Is whoever did it still in town?”. First things first, Charlie needed to get this dog cleaned up. It had patches of dried blood all over it. This dog had seen some crazy things, and lived through it. And it was going to live through even more crazy ****. So Charlie decided to give him a name… “The Witness” or “Thewit” for short. So they took him back to town hall, which they had been using as headquarters and used a hose and some shampoo to wash off the dog. So much blood, this war had brought so much death. The men him and his militia and killed, and… Whatever happened at the church, “Was that even related to the war?” he thought, “What is going on?”. He turned on a radio to listen, it spoke of more death. But just bombs and battles, no crazy… Serial murders? Religious Sacrifices? “Who are the invaders?” he wondered, “I had heard ‘Africa’ in the news, but where in Africa? There’s tons of countries over there. And why? Why are they doing this?”. He spoke with his men in hopes to rid them of the visions of what they had seen earlier that day, and left them to be with their families, which were using the offices of the Town Hall as makeshift homes, as he went back into his private room, which had once been his office.
But that night he went to sleep knowing at least this animal had survived. He was able to pull one survivor from the church. Not everyone died in there. But what had it seen? What did Thewit know? And he fell asleep in the middle of those thoughts.
Chapter 2.1: Don’t Go Towards the Light
I woke up with my new tribe. The old one had been murdered. I saw it. They wanted to die, but what happened seemed to me like pure execution. The person that killed them, he was different. He was… Similar to a human, but much larger. And… He was like if you lit a human on fire… But brighter… like the sun. That’s the only way to describe what he looked like, a human with light bursting from his skin. But bigger than a human. And almost like a bear, ferocious, large, with something that looked like fur or feathers, or possibly even just an extension of the light bursting forth. But even in its ferocity, it had a soft beautiful voice. It sang to the humans, and they bowed to accept their fates. And it’s head. Its head shone with an amazing ring of light.
I wanted to tell my new human, but he couldn’t understand me. He was a human, why had humans never taken the time to teach us to speak? He was obviously the alpha though, so he would be the person to tell. With them, things were rather peaceful. A few men in the tribe read the book, but it wasn’t something they all gathered around every day. And I was glad, I couldn’t believe what sheep the people had been in the church, welcoming death like a lost friend. But he had sparred me, he looked in my eyes and understood me on a greater level than any human ever had before. He looked at me, and I knew that he knew I didn’t care about the book. That’s why he let me live.
The humans and I patrolled the town and went back to the church to bury the body fragments, and I licked my masters arm for the last time. The humans said some words to the man who wrote the book, and we went back into town to eat and sleep. That night things were quiet. A few children had seemed hopeful, even vibrant when I had first come to this tribe. But with all the things that had recently happened, everyone was very somber. Every room in Town Hall was silent. Nothing but a radio could be heard…
Then the radio said something.
“In Africa, stories of mysterious deaths were spreading around the US soldiers. Unconfirmed sightings of “Ghosts” in the Diamond mines and on the battle fields, slaughtering soldiers on both sides. No survivors have been found to be interviewed on the subject, but short recordings of radio communication seconds before death are confusing to say the least. The soldiers didn’t even seem to know who or what they were facing. Bodies have been found mutilated and even hacked apart.”
When the humans heard that, they knew it was the same thing as what they had seen in the church. They didn’t know what it was, but they knew it was the same. I could see it on their faces and I wanted to tell them, I wanted to shout it out. But when I attempted to communicate they would just tell me to be quiet. They couldn’t even understand that I was trying to help them. These people were all over the planet, this thing was happening everywhere. And I knew how to avoid it. So that night while they were sleeping I stole their book, destroyed it, and buried it outside in the dirt. In the morning I could tell that they were concerned that it was missing, but they were safer this way. They didn’t need that book poisoning their minds to make them sheep for slaughter. But the next day, my human decided they needed to go back to the church and try to figure out what happened. I didn’t like this idea, but I felt like these humans were safer than my old ones, since I had taken their book. We got to the church and I started sniffing around. I could smell my old master, he was dead. Why did he accept what had happened? Why was he happy with it? The humans looked around and found nothing. More books, more blood, and more nothing. There was no evidence of anything, but then… I felt it. The light flashed and wind swirled through the room. A chill ran down my spine as he entered the room. The humans had no idea what was going on, I saw their reaction as they looked at the light. They were confused. In front of them materialized the being of light, taller than the humans by about four feet, and covered in something that resembled feathers or fur or a dimensional refraction of light. It was hard to look directly at them, the humans even shielded their eyes as he appeared. He sang as he did before, and said to the humans “Do you wish to live with the father forever?” I saw two men and a woman bow to one knee. I yelled out to them and ran to stop them. The woman put her hand on the child’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees. The other humans had no idea what to do. I barked out at the kneeling humans, and grabbed the child by the back of the shirt. But my human grabbed me and pulled me away, they didn’t know what to do. I was pulled to the back of the room, behind a pew to wait with the rest of the humans who were in awe. The monster raised a beam of light that looked like a blade, and released flares of light that almost resembled wings or horns, and could have been either. Then he dropped his blade, first into the child. Then into the mother. And into the two men. Every time hacking into the body so violently that limbs were severed, and blood stained the walls and floor. He looked back at us, I felt what seemed like his eyes glaring at me. They burned with an actual intense heat, but with a flash and a blast of wind he was gone.
I had seen it twice now. The humans ran to mourn the bodies of the dead, but all I could think was “I saw it twice now, and I couldn’t do anything about it.” I felt completely helpless. Even with all the humans and their thumbs, I didn’t feel like there was any way to defend ourselves. We were in the middle of a war, with bombs dropping all around us. But the only thing I was worried about was these monsters. I knew there were more, it didn’t even smell like the same one that time.
That night I went to sleep with one eye open. I heard a crashing noise in the far distance, and all the humans jumped awake when the building shook. The crash had been pretty far away, but we had felt the seismic activity from it. It almost seemed like a bomb went off, but there was no detonation. Looking out the window, the sky was pitch dark but in the distance we could see what look like small and large torches scattered sloppily along the horizon, a human opened the door and when I saw the sky my jaw dropped. In the sky there were giant dark masses blocking the stars. But they had light flowing through them, so you could tell they were made out of some metallic substance. These ships were outside the atmosphere of the planet, but were each individually bigger than the moon and they were dropping giant stones into our atmosphere. The stones would hit the atmosphere, and burst into flames as they fell through. Sending a flaming ball of stone hurling towards the Earth, and there were hundreds of these balls falling through the atmosphere at once. There was fire and smoke everywhere. Someone turned on the radio and it sounded like the same thing was happening all over the country. Was this part of the invasion?
There crashing and dropping of flame from the sky continued for seven days, and all radio broadcasts stopped. The sky became thick with smoke and the moon was blood red every night. There was no way to stop this. We can’t even make it to the moon every time we tried, how could we possibly launch a counter attack in space. A few weeks later while on watch, me and my human stumbled upon a Chinese soldier who wanted shelter after the hail of fire. He gave up his weapon without a fight, and never even gave one of us an angry look. He was afraid. We fed him and when he got comfortable he told us what he had seen. He told us,
“The first thing me and the other soldiers had seen was the giant installments in the sky, dropping fire onto the Earth. We were attacking an American military base after it had been struck by one of the stones but as we approached the base, smaller ships came down from above us, and released three flashes of light. Three giants appeared and set fire to everyone in the base, and our attacking ships. Then slowly walked around piercing the bodies that had been set on fire, and mutilating anyone that was struggling or running around in the flames. All the time claiming to be ‘doing the fathers will.’ Reciting prayers as they slay everyone. And it’s not just happening in North America. I’ve heard about it happening all over the world now. The fighting has stopped between nations, World War Three is over and they are trying to turn the bombs towards the sky. America is now requesting the aid of almost every African nation, their soldiers are being murdered relentlessly by these ghosts. And the soldiers have lost all morale, for some reason churches have been targeted, and thousands of soldiers have lost their entire families.”
So it was helpless. The military was running scared, and everyone was dying. There was no way to stop these things. The soldier decided to stay with us, and translated the news through his military radio, which was much more up to date than a working radio would have been anyways. We heard more stories, the rain of fire hadn’t let up everywhere. It was still actively happening in small patches all over the globe. Theories that these things were from another planet, or even another galaxy circulated over the radio. People were going crazy with all kinds of ideas. Eyewitness’ started coming out of the wood works, and radio broadcasts started back up regularly. People began calling this “The Rapture”, and “God has come to take his people.”. But when those broadcasts started, they never lasted long because the hosts of these cultish shows would call for people to come together and take the “leap of faith” as many began to call it. But our tribe had seen what happened to you when the monsters come, they weren’t messengers, they were murderers. A second invasion. Other radio shows spoke the truth, telling everyone to stay away from churches, keep their families together, and burn their special books.
More people came to our Town Hall and eventually we had to spread to other buildings to fit all the families. It was almost like things were getting closer to (but still very far from) normal. The humans started thinking of ways to detect the monsters. They set up tiny plastic windmills that would spin when it flew nearby and everyone had a prepared tactical position in case one got in. We weren’t sure if bullets could hurt the things, but the humans were definitely willing to try it. We felt safe again, like we had some measure of control of our own lives. Maybe even a chance to take our world back from the invaders. A strange woman came to town, she smelled like a skunk. Or a terrible flower, but I knew she knew something. The woman that smelled like a skunk knew something. I could see it in her eyes, something I needed to know. Something I needed to learn. She had it.
I approached the woman who smelled like a skunk one day and looked at her very closely in the face.
She said “I know.”
I tilted my head, confused and amazed. What did she know though? I followed her for the rest of the night. She scratched me behind the ear and didn’t mind me licking her. And at the end of the night she pulled out a strange purple goo, and put it in a tobacco pipe.
She whispered into my ear, “No alien would ever come here to aid us, until we’ve spoken to another species. Aliens will be at least as different from us as an elephant is.” I was so confused, then she said “I’m going to teach you to speak to me tonight, and one day you will communicate with humans.” With that, she inhaled some of the purple goo, and went into a trance.
I inhaled the second hand smoke from the pipe and her exhale, and I slightly felt some effects. Everything that was happening left a wild blurry trail and shapes became forming within and from other shapes. Colors were vibrant, and the world was beautiful. This girl that smelled like a skunk began speaking. She spoke like a human but I could feel her words for what they were. And I could reply with my tone and face. Humans understand words or facial expressions, animals understand both tone and facial expressions together. Somehow we were able to relay things to each other. I wasn’t able to say “Today” or “Yesterday” or “The day before that” specifically. But she could understand my concepts of past, present, future, etc. I felt closer to humans than ever before, I know knew that they had the ability to understand me. One just did understand me.
I decided to stay with the skunk girl. My human was the alpha, he could handle himself, but I wanted to know more about her. Why did she smell so strange and how did she know how to talk to other animals? No human could do that, no human had EVER done that. I followed her for the next few weeks and I soon found out why she smelled like a skunk. She carried around a pouch with flowers in it and every once in a while she would open the pouch and put some of the flowers in the tobacco pipe and when she burned the flowers, it exhaled as a giant cloud of skunk. It clung to her clothes and I could smell it all the time. I’m not sure if the humans could always smell it, but I could. Over the next few months she spoke more to me, I never learned to speak to other humans but I came to realize that it was more because none of them wanted to try, and had nothing to do with me not being able to communicate on a human level. But I spoke to the skunk girl, and she taught me so many things. Not only do humans ignore the other animals, the plants are trying to speak to them to.
“The plants can speak to all of us”, she said. “The humans don’t even try to listen though.” She knew so much, for a human. She said she had learned them from the plants, they were her teachers. Even the purple goo came from the root-bark of a plant, the thing that had taught her to speak to me, and me to speak to her. We would go on patrol, but not to look for men to kill, we would look for plants. She knew what every single one of them was by name, and she knew what all of them could do.
“This one is good for headaches” “This keeps cuts from scaring” “This one can be made in to tea.” “You should taste this one.” “Don’t touch that, it can kill you.” All day long it was like this. It was amazing how much she knew about everything around her. Everything around us. But what did she know about the monsters? One day I decided I had to ask her, I couldn’t pretend the world was okay. Things were still happening everywhere, the moon was still blood red every night. And when I asked, she told me:
“I was living with my family. My mother, father and two siblings. My family had taken refuge in a church, and the only thing that saved me was my flowers. I was outside with them when the ghosts came. They took my family, they killed everyone… When I came back there was blood everywhere and their bodies lifeless on the ground.” I comforted her while she cried, and when she was ready to hear it, I told her my story. What had happened to my human. And I told her that her family probably left happily and appreciated what happened to them. She didn’t care, they were still dead and she still saw their bodies and blood scattered everywhere. She couldn’t just forget about it.
The next day was strange. The wind stopped blowing. I couldn’t smell anything unless it was right in front of me. Usually I could smell at least a mile or two up wind, but today there was nothing being blown in. We turned on the radio and what we heard was crushing:
“The invaders have taken the nation’s capitol, and all elected federal officials are pronounced dead. They will be taking over all broadcasts at 12 noon tomorrow, Central time. We will no longer be bringing you the news and we’re not really sure what will happen to anyone. We have nothing more to broadcast, so we will be going off the air in the next five minutes. I don’t know what else to say… There’s nothing else written here… Good luck… … … …”
We didn’t know what to do but wait. No one really slept that night and everyone was surrounding the radio by 10 AM the next morning. All stations were off the air. No one was broadcasting, everyone was just waiting to see what happened. At Noon the broadcasts started again, and every station was the same. For about a half an hour it was just a low humming noise, no one was quite sure what to make of it. But then the voice was back. The beautiful singing voice, I knew what was behind the curtain though. But it said to the humans:
“Do not be afraid. We have come in the name of the father. We have come to take those he promised and return them to the father. But we were given a promise also, this planet is ours. We will burn the remainder of the planet and feast on the energy that will be released. You were promised nothing and will receive nothing. Death by fire the only thing you are assured.”
The giant ships in the sky came in greater numbers that night. One of them made a sound, it was an almost visible sound. A shrill echo shooting everywhere, and on that signal fire fell from the sky like we had never seen before. It went on for hours and hours, until a second echo rang out. At the sound of the second echo, the ships came closer blocking out almost every star in the sky. One of them burst through the atmosphere and the Earth trembled with the force of it. The ship fell to the ground and again the Earth trembled. We were at least fifty miles from where the ship landed, but we could still see it in the distance it was so huge. It made strange noises as it slowly seemed to tear apart. It bloomed almost like a flower, then the pedals slammed to the ground creating what I could only assume was a floor or stage from this distance. We couldn’t see it once it laid itself flat, but birds were flying in massive flocks to go any direction except for towards the machine. A massive spire slowly rose from the machine into the sky, and started rotating. The clouds in the sky slowly began to swirl and form around it, until there was what looked like a hurricane of dark, smokey clouds. The clouds stretched for miles and miles, and even swirled above us. After a long while of swirling and swirling around, the clouds began to let out moisture. But it wasn’t rain, it wasn’t like normal rain. It was blood. We ran inside to shelter ourselves from the staining rain and the humans washed it from their skin. The drops got larger and the storm got heavier and heavier. The ground outside was soaked with blood, but even that was hard to see through the bloodstained window. It didn’t make any sense, where was all the blood coming from?
The singing voice came back on the radio, “The star fleet Wormwood has just landed on your planet. Spread out all over the globe we have sent ships from the feet to dispel of the genetic waste from our collection. Your oceans will run red while your rivers will become bitter and full of disease.” At this moment the spire began to spew a thick green fog visible even through the blood red of the window. Over the course of about an hour the sky became dark and the sun seemed dimmer. “Your planet will begin to decay” Said the singing voice, “Without the full glare of the sun, Earth will become a much less fruitful place… And soon we will unleash the plagues. But today, hundreds of thousands of our brothers march forth unto your land.”
That night even the moon was dimmed as well as the stars, which were mostly out of view anyways with the massive ships blocking every angle of the night sky. All we could do was wait. They were going to unleash something on us. We didn’t know what, but we knew we were helpless.