Ever since of the existence of humanity, huge progress was made generation by generation but some questions have always remained; what are we, who are we and why are we?
Some thought maybe these answers doesn’t exist in ourselves, but there would be someone out there who knows what was the purpose of humans and why do we exist.
Project alliance’s main objective was humanity's contact with extraterrestrial beings who are smarter or more developed than humans.
“What the heck… there’s no way that could actually happen,” Jace was in disbelief. Panic seized him as he quickly grabbed it again, his fingers trembling as he tried to replicate the impossible. But no matter how hard he strained the pot didn’t bend.
“This can’t be real,” Jace whispered, his voice barely audible as fear crept into his thoughts. His mind raced, searching for an explanation, but all he found was a void of confusion. He gave it one last effort, pouring every ounce of his strength into bending the pot, but still, nothing happened.
Just then, his mother’s voice cut through the tension, pulling him back to reality. “What are you doing with that thing? Get ready for school, or you’ll be late!” she called from the kitchen.
No answers to the mystery. Shaking his head, he hurried to get dressed, trying to push the strange incident out of his mind
As he stepped outside, cool breeze was flowing, it was cloudy and air was cold like it rained nearby.
“I love this kind of weather……. I don’t usually like summers because it too hot outside at afternoon and we can’t go outside to play but this kind of weather is the best.”
With a newfound sense of determination, Jace walked to school. “I’m going to tell her exactly how I feel today”, he promised himself, his smile widening.
The thought filled him with both nervousness and joy, his heart fluttering with every step he took.
When Jace reached the school, he quickly made his way to his usual seat. His classmate, who always sat next to him, glanced over in surprise.
“What’s up with him today? He usually drags in here half-asleep…”
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Jace anxiously awaited recess.
He was wondering what if you had a pact with someone and one of the conditions was that you have to forget about the pact, won’t it be like that it never happened for you
And soon after, the bell rang, and Jace was out of his seat in a flash, heading straight for Elina’s classroom. His heart pounded in his chest as he entered the room. As he entered the classroom everyone was staring at him, he ignored their stares, and approached her. She looked up as he arrived.
“Elina, I want to talk with you,” Jace said, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Then just say it.”
“Not here,” Jace replied, shaking his head. “Come with me.”
They walked together down the hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty space. Jace’s heart was racing, the excitement he had felt earlier now replaced with a growing sense of anxiety. His thoughts were jumbled as he tried to recall the words he had carefully rehearsed. They reached a quiet, secluded spot where no one usually came, and Jace knew this was the moment he had been waiting for.
“Elina, listen—” Jace began, but the words got stuck in his throat. Everything he had planned to say suddenly felt jumbled and confused. The heat of the moment overwhelmed him, and he froze, unable to speak
“Be fast,” Elina said impatiently, glancing at her watch. “Just say what you want to—I have to get back.”
Just do as Uncle said… Jace reminded himself, taking a deep breath. He tried to steady his nerves, focusing on what he needed to say. “Elina, I… I wanted to say that these last few days, it feels like we’re getting distant, and I don’t like that.”
He paused, his heart hammering in his chest, waiting for her response. But Elina’s face remained unchanged, her expression unreadable.
“Is that all you wanted to say?” she asked, her voice flat. “If yes, I’m leaving now.”
Jace’s heart sank. He had hoped for something, anything that would indicate she felt the same way. But instead, her indifference cut through him like a knife. As she turned to walk away, desperation seized him.
Jace felt tears welling up in his eyes.
“But I love you, Elina,” he blurted out, his voice trembling. “And I don’t like you behaving this way…”
Elina stopped, but when she turned to face him, her eyes were cold. “Love? What do you know about love, huh?”
“Are you crying?” Elina asked, her tone a mix of irritation and disbelief. “Why are you like this, Jace? Can you at least try being like Joel? Look at him—he’s so cool, completely different from you. You’re just a crybaby. You know nothing about love. I tried to make this work but you always slack off and behave like a child all the time. I have to head back now, see you later.”
She left and so did jace
Jace quietly entered his classroom and sat on his seat with his head down
Soon the maths teacher arrived and started teaching, as he was teaching, he saw Jace.
“Jace, stand up and solve this question”
Jace without saying any word, grabs the chalk and he was just standing there without any motion
“What are you doing solve this”
“But I don’t know how to”
“Why are you so stupid” everyone starts laughing at Jace but he was standing still imagining all their laughing faces
“Why can’t you solve this simple equation meanwhile everyone here can with ease…… why can’t you be like others, they don’t slack off in class and they pay attention, I have to make a phone call at your home and report them about your, this behaviour in school”
Teacher points his finger at Jace’s desk
“Now go and sit”
Jace didn’t said any thing just sat at his place
Soon the school was over and jace reached home
His mother was waiting for him at the door step, she was looking extremely angry
“I got a phone call from your school today, they said that you never pay any attention, sometimes you are sleeping in class and you can’t even solve some basic sums…... do you have any idea how hard we work for you, and in return you give us this? Look at your cousin he has excellent grades, he is always punctual and no one has any complaints from him… why can’t you try being like your cousin “
Jace didn’t said any word and gone straight to bed
why do I have to be like someone else, I don’t have any existence of my own? Why am i like this
with these questions Jace spent his rest of the day in silence and sorrow
ALLIANCE HEADQUARTER
JUNE 17 2086
TIME 10:34 AM
The hall was filled with the hum of machinery, huge screens, and other technical equipment, surrounded by about 50 people. Everyone was celebrating the success of the project.
One person, seated in front of a screen, raised both hands in triumph. "Hell yeah! We finally did it!"
Another added, "This is a historic day for humanity."
The room buzzed with joy and high spirits as they received one of the first signals from outer space. The message was simple but profound: "We are coming."
The director of the alliance stepped forward to give a speech, but amidst the cheers, one man looked pale and terrified.
No way it is actually happening
That man’s heart raced as he hurried to a nearby computer.
The director began, "Listen, everyone. Today, humanity made tremendous progress. We've finally established contact with an extraterrestrial civilization. They’ll be here soon, and the advancements humanity will make from this point on, are beyond imagination. So, enjoy these days until they arrive for further communication."
Suddenly, the terrified man let out a panicked scream. "I don't think they need this many ships just for communication!"
He frantically projected the footage of outer space onto the main screen in the hall. All eyes turned to it.
There, in Earth's exosphere, were countless black ships.
His voice trembled as he continued, "I knew it would come to this. I begged all of you to terminate Project Alliance, but no one listened. Now we're doomed, and there's no feasible way to fight this."
A voice from the back shouted, "Cut off the media, now!"
Director was also in panic
Another person, seated in front of a computer, shouted urgently, "Sir, we're receiving another signal!"
The director's heart pounded in his chest. "What does it say?" he asked, panic rising in his voice
Hand us over the blood of Amberion
“Amberion?” the director blurted out; confusion evident in their voice. “What is Amberion?”
Soon the room which was filled with joy was filled with terror
They knew they messed up, and with no weapons around there isn’t any possible way for them to fight back
"So zexus how long it’s been"
"800 years"
"Hmmm Hmmm is that so, 800 years"
"Are you ready?"
"Not at all.... tell them, gods are coming back”
Jace lay in his bed, the glow of his phone casting a dim light over his face as he sent text after text to Elina. His heart pounded with each passing minute, his eyes glued to the screen, hoping for the little notification that would tell him she’d replied. Four hours passed like this; the silence of his room interrupted only by the soft taps of his fingers on the screen.
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“Why won’t she reply?” his voice tinged with desperation. “Maybe she’s busy... Yeah, that must be it.” He clung to the hope, trying to convince himself that there was a good reason for her silence.
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed—not with a message, but with a notification that Elina had posted something. His heart leaped as he quickly opened the app, but the excitement drained from his face as he saw the photo. It was Elina, smiling and radiant, standing next to Joel
Jace felt a sharp pang in his chest, his breath hitching as the realization hit him
He stared at the photo, his vision blurring as tears welled up in his eyes. Maybe he is better than me, he thought bitterly. She deserves someone better than me. The tears began to spill over, tracing wet lines down his cheeks. But even as his heart broke, a small, sad smile tugged at his lips. She looks happy... maybe that’s for the better
Jace wiped his eyes, turned off his phone, and curled up in bed. The room was now completely dark, with the faint glow of the city lights outside his window. He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would bring some relief.
Jace's morning had started off with a jolt. "Jace, wake up! You're definitely late today," his mom's voice echoed as she shook him gently.
Half-asleep, Jace groaned, "What time is it?"
"It's already 8:15."
"Oh, shoot!" he exclaimed, jolting out of bed. In a rush, he threw on his clothes, barely taking time to brush his hair, and dashed out the door. Thankfully, he made it to school just in time, feeling a wave of relief as he walked across the campus.
As he was making his way to class, Jace's cousin spotted him from a distance. With a mischievous grin, his cousin hurried to catch up, planning to surprise Jace. Just as his cousin reached out, hand ready to playfully slap Jace on the back, Jace spun around with lightning speed, grabbing his cousin's hand mid-air.
"Oh, it's you, cousin," Jace said, recognizing him immediately.
"Jace, you're hurting me! Let go of my hand, please," his cousin winced, still caught in Jace's grip.
"What were you trying to do?" Jace asked, holding on a bit longer.
"Let go of my hand, damn it!"
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Jace quickly released him, realizing he'd been a bit too rough.
His cousin rubbed his sore hand, a frown on his face. "It hurts a lot… Anyway, I'm going. Bye."
"Yeah, alright. Bye," Jace replied, watching as his cousin walked away, a hint of guilt tugging at him for reacting so strongly.
What just happened it felt like my body moved on its own
Jace entered the classroom, finally able to catch his breath after the rushed morning. He slid into his seat, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling in his mind since he woke up. But as he sat there, the events of the previous day began to replay in his head, making it impossible to focus. He remained quiet and distant, barely acknowledging the lessons being taught, his thoughts consumed by what had happened.
When the break finally came, Jace felt like he couldn’t stay in the classroom any longer. The loneliness was suffocating, so he left to get some fresh air. As Jace walked through the school corridor, his thoughts were a chaotic mess. The lingering pain from yesterday's events gnawed at him, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Was that Joel? He hesitated, but then the anger surged. Why does it matter, he asked himself—but deep down, he knew it mattered more than anything.
Before he could second-guess himself, Jace quickened his pace, He reached out and grabbed Joel's shoulder, spinning him around with more force than he intended.
Joel turned, his surprise quickly morphing into a cocky grin. “What do you want, loser?”
“Stay away from Elina,” Jace demanded, his voice shaking with a mixture of anger and fear. “She’s, my girlfriend.”
Joel’s grin widened, a smug, infuriating smile that made Jace's blood boil. “Your girlfriend? Don’t make me laugh. You’re just a pathetic cheater—no one in their right mind would want to be with you.”
Jace’s heart pounded in his chest, his vision narrowing until all he could see was Joel’s arrogant face. “You’re the real cheater,” his voice stronger now. “I saw what you did—stepping on that guy’s shoe on purpose, acting like you’re above everyone else.”
The smirk vanished from Joel’s face, replaced by a menacing glare. “What did you just say to me?”
“I said you’re the cheater,” Jace repeated, his voice steady, though his hands were trembling slightly. “You’re nothing but a—”
He didn’t get to finish the sentence. Joel’s fist flew toward him like a sledgehammer, connecting with Jace’s jaw with a sickening crunch. The impact sent Jace stumbling back, his vision exploding with stars as pain shot through his skull.
But Joel wasn’t done. He lunged forward, grabbing Jace by the collar of his shirt and yanking him close. “You should know how to talk with stronger people who are better than you, you pathetic existence,” Joel growled, his voice low and dangerous. With a brutal shove, he slammed Jace against the lockers, the metal rattling loudly with the force.
Jace, blood trickling from his mouth, managed to choke out, “At least I’m not a cheater like you, idiot.”
And he gets a even harder punch
Jace gasped for air, the wind knocked out of him, but his defiance hadn’t been beaten out yet.
“You know I’m right, why are you fighting” he managed to choke out, his voice rough but unwavering.
That was the final straw. Joel’s eyes darkened with fury, and he unleashed a barrage of punches, each one more vicious than the last. Jace tried to raise his arms to defend himself, but the onslaught was relentless. Joel’s fists pounded into his stomach, his ribs, his face, each blow accompanied by a sick thud that echoed through the corridor.
Jace’s vision blurred, and he could taste blood in his mouth, but he refused to cry out. He wouldn’t give Joel the satisfaction of hearing him scream. But as the pain intensified, it became harder and harder to hold on.
Just when Jace thought he couldn’t take any more, Joel grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look up. Through the haze of pain, Jace saw Elina standing nearby, watching. But instead of the concern or shock he desperately hoped to see, there was only a twisted smile on her face—a look of cold satisfaction.
“Look at you,” Joel sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but a weak, pathetic loser.”
Jace’s body was trembling with exhaustion, his legs barely holding him up. But the sight of Elina, her smile cutting deeper than any of Joel’s punches, was the final blow. His heart shattered, the last bit of fight draining out of him.
With a final, brutal shove, Joel threw Jace to the ground. Jace landed hard, the breath knocked out of him as he hit the cold floor. Before he could even attempt to get up, Joel hauled him up by his shirt and dragged him to the nearby storage room.
“You don’t deserve to be with her,” Joel spat as he threw Jace inside. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the empty hall.
Jace lay on the cold, dusty floor of the storage room, his body battered and broken. The physical pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the emotional torment tearing him apart inside
Jace lay crumpled on the cold, hard floor of the storage room, the world around him a blur of pain and humiliation. His body throbbed with the sting of every punch, every kick that Joel had landed, but it was the ache in his chest that hurt the most.
For a moment, he couldn’t move, couldn’t think, his mind numb with disbelief. How had it come to this? How had he ended up locked away in this dark, lonely room, abandoned and broken?
Panic began to rise in his throat, choking him with its intensity. He scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as he rushed to the door. His hands shook as he pounded on the unforgiving wood, each desperate thud echoing through the small, stifling space.
"Help! Please, someone help me!" His voice was raw, hoarse from the strain. He just needed someone—anyone—to hear him, to save him from this nightmare. "Get me out of here! I don’t want to be here! Please!"
But the door remained silent. His screams seemed to vanish into the emptiness, swallowed up by the oppressive darkness that surrounded him. Time lost all meaning as he continued to shout, to bang on the door until his hands were bloody, until his voice was nothing more than a feeble whisper.
And still, no one came.
His heart sank as the reality of his situation began to settle in. He was alone. Truly, utterly alone.
A bitter anger started to bubble up inside him, mixing with the fear and despair until it formed a searing, white-hot rage. Why was this happening to him? Why was he always the one who got hurt, the one who was left behind, the one who was never good enough?
"Why am I so weak?" he muttered, his voice trembling with emotion. The words felt heavy, each one cutting into him like a knife, reopening old wounds that had never really healed.
Without thinking, he lashed out, slamming his fist into the wall beside him. The impact sent a sharp pain shooting up his arm, but he didn’t care. He hit the wall again, harder this time, his anger fueling each blow.
"Why can’t I fight back?" tears streaming down his face as he continued to pound on the wall. "Why am I always the one getting hurt? Why can’t I be strong?"
The loneliness, the helplessness, the anger—it all crashed over him in waves, drowning him in a sea of emotions he couldn’t control
Why am I like this? Why the heck I am so weak
“Lend me your body Jace. You tried but you failed, your innocent soul has no room in this world. You are already dead, they killed you. What you couldn’t do, I will accomplish that. I will show everyone what it’s like to kill a soul…..”
That day something inside him died and something new was born
He gets up and grabs the door from one side and smashes it to the other side