Prologue
I remember what i was doing when we were taken. I was playing a video game. It was a game about war and violence. I remember because I look back on it all the time regretting that was the last thing I did. I wasn't talking with my family. I wasn't making out with my girlfriend (not that i had one anyway). I wasn't even studying for high school like I should've been. no I was playing video games. I thought that was the folly of me. I didn't do enough. I didn't see enough. I didn't live enough. I didn’t even have that many friends. I have had incredible success do to my hard work, my lack of trust in people, and frankly massive amounts of luck. I am not the only one who survived. of the few million who came with us there were only 800,000 of us left. it was saddening seeing people you've known for years die. only 750,000 wanted to go home. we were even allowed to take one item from this world. the others wanted to stay as this is their home now. some of them were too young to remember their home world. some remember bits but this is still their home now. to the rest of us it was the best day of our lives. …. We were going home.
we all head an unanimous agreement on what to do when going home. firstly we speak nothing of what happened here except to your children. there are many reasons for this firstly because apparently many years on this world has evolved our minds. we seem human by the eye but we are capable of things you wouldn't believe. we were alerted that our changed constitution would reap the world we return on. the reason why we can't talk about this except for with our is because we don't want to. imagine a non-stop forty year war. no imagine the most gruesome ways to die. to be blown up. to be tortured through your mind. to have your friends killed in front of you. to have lost hope more times than any man should be allowed to suffer through. we also don't want our world to become like this one where power is everything. I can guarantee that all 800k of us won't say a thing unless absolutely necessary. secondly we will kill only when needed. this world is different from ours we cannot abide by the same rules. we only kill if somebody in the immediate vicinity is in danger. seriously mortal danger. even then do it as a last resort. all of us were tired of killing anyway. lastly we will all move to one single country. this rule had the most argument against it. basically to better take care of each other we had to be close. places were suggested such as Australia as it had never been in a war. or the Caribbean as we can relax for the rest of our lives. we finally decided on America (mostly because most the people who lived were from there). we also all unanimously agreed on living in north America as the south obvious when the damn god who did this to us opened the portal. when we saw that portal , most of us old men, started crying with all of our heart. it's finally time….
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POV of a female television reporter
"the wait is over one month ago over 7 million people around the world fell into deep coma. there was a massive mass coma crippling dozens of families and institutions. people where panicking as they thought it was a mass disease. but later inspection brought us to the conclusion that it was nothing of the sort. tens of thousands of people were dying daily until just one hour ago. most of the remaining survivors numbering in just a little above a quarter million people have just woken up. the people that have woken up are crying profusely and have a different eye colors than before but anatomy wise they are completely normal. physiatrists have been studying the patients to determine why. we are a glad world to have these people back. this won't make up for the millions that lost their families. but it does mean the few that survived can now go back home. and we can hope we can move this horrible event behind us. as for the people who don't wake up. one of the people who was in a coma offered to pay all the bills for those afflicted by the "taken". this is Cheryl Green singing off."
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POV ???
I wake up and see a hospital room. not where I suspected to be but sense we failed to kill it a few times and therefore had to prong our stay. the doctors are looking at us weirdly. tears are coming across my blank face. it seems the grief we have suffered through built up and is being released now. the person next to me is crying to. he had orange eyes and was pretty skinny.
"good to be back" he say's
"yes it is" I say back
a few moments later my parents and siblings came to see me. I got up with my weak legs and kissed and hugged each of them. in my family I have a younger sister of three named sera. a younger brother age 9 named Harrison or harry for short or arty for shorter. my parents are named garric and Eliza stormfield. we were a family of typical ups and downs though they all seem so small now. I loved them and that’s all that mattered. they even brought me the newest spider-man issue. I loved spider-man
Harrison opened up first to say "why are you crying."
"I don't know arty. it's been like this for everyone." I lied. I don’t regret it. it has to be done.
"is it the same with your eyes?"
"what are you talking about?" I wonder if I'm a convincing actor
he takes out his cell phone and takes a picture of me and hands me the cell phone. my eyes are kind of a golden chrome type deal. it really looks beautiful in a picture.
"that's new to me." I lie again. damn it I hope I don’t have to do this too much.
my mom opened up to tell me something I've wanted to here for 50 years now.
"well welcome back Lucian."
"It's good to be back." no need to fake being genuine in that instance.
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going home was quite difficult. my legs were weak from days of inactivity. so I used a wheelchair. arty was pushing my wheelchair out. going out of the hospital was weird because I was used to a different colored sky. it staggered me how I can live for something so long it becomes like breathing. I honestly couldn't remember the sky was anything but purple. arty interrupted my train of thought with an acute observation.
"why are both of you staring at the sky"
at first I wanted to know who he was talking about but then I saw another person in a wheelchair just like me and he was staring at the sky to. his eyes were purple. he notices me and we nod at each other.
"were both similar I guess." I answer nonchalantly
while I was being moved to the car something I didn't want to happen happened. the animals in the area were gathering around the hospital. I hoped that this particular gift would stay in the other world as it invites to much attention. they all landed a few meters infront of us.
"Go away. shoo SHOOOO. "
they started bowing down. damn it I hope the others had a contingency plan for all of this.
"go away" I say and they disperse.\
they are sure to be suspicious now. although there's no rule that says that they can't think were suspicious. I get into the car and see the scene's I've missed. and then we finally get home. it was the most beautiful thing I've have ever seen. I enter and nothing has changed from how I remember it.
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unfortunately I don't want my family to be to suspicious of me so the first thing I do when I get home is go to my room and play video games saying.
"I missed out on a whole month of video games."
they all look relieved as if they got their old family member back. they didn't.
Pov Garric
My son is finally home. the first thing he did when he got back to the house was playing video games. he feels different though. like a totally different person. I was about to knock it off as just me over thinking things but that night he started screaming. he was still asleep but he looked like he was going through hell. I tried to wake him just as I was about to touch him he flipped me a 230 pound person around like a pancake and was about to hit me. he was crying. he quickly notices who I am and lets go of his superman grip on my arm. I don't know what happened to him. but whatever it was it must have been awful.
I'm going to hire a psychiatrist until he gets better. whatever is going on is scaring me and Eliza.
I hope this sorts itself out.
POV Lucian
Damn it I'm here one day and I already screw it up. I had a nightmare about the old days. it's not like I could've controlled my dreams. damn it. now I have to go to a psychiatrist. Today. after school which I also have to go to today. damn it.
I forgot where the bus stop Is and where my classes are. fortunately there was a good excuse for that since it was only the beginning 2 months ago and I am a freshmen. I hope I played it off well.
my classes were peaceful. I could rest. as I didn't get enough sleep I thought I could sneak in a few hours of sleep or so I thought till the teacher of my math class slammed a book on my desk. I was about to hit him but stopped an inch from his face.
ooops
"I'm so sorry sir. I've been very fidgety ever since the coma. I understand if you feel the need to punish me."
the guilt card. I hope it works.
"it's not a problem Lucian. next time I'll throw this book at you."
everyone laughed because there was no way he was going to do that.
hmmmm maybe I do need a bit of psychiatry.
my next class was science. I remember that I had the most crippling crush on the teacher. I used to have wet dreams about her (all males were at this point at some point in their lives). the funny thing was that I only seen her around 2 weeks before being taken. hell I didn't even know her first name. it was just Mrs. Cassandra as if that was her first and last name. I fascinate myself so much. I was looking at her and my body is still that of a teenager here so I had to leave with my binders covering my yang doodle.
at lunch I forgot where I would sit. don't worry I don’t feel bad about it. I tried to remember my high school friends faces when they started waving at me. they look about right. three people seated at the edge of the table. I forgot their names. oops
"so you up for a I'm awake video game party. I'm talking two pizza's a dr.pepper and nothing but battlefield 4."
"maybe some other time I have to go to a psychiatrist because of the coma thing." I say in that way to make it no big deal.
"bummer maybe tomorrow then."
damn it
"sure why not."
looking a bit unnerved one of my friends says "uh oh Brice is here."
"why is that a problem?"
"dude he hates us ever since you spilled your shake on him in middle school. and he is buff now. and on the football team so the punishment for hurting us may be less."
…… what trivial worries.
"don't worry everything's going to be fine."
my ease put them more at ease. that is until he came over. and sat next to me.
I continued eating as if nothing was happening.
"well welcome back sleeping beauty."
"that's not funny." I say frankly
"I know insults aren't supposed to be funny."
I remember in spider-man how he would just take things from Gordon. I am not spider-man. I do not have the patience for stupidity or intolerance. so I give him a taste of my primal fear. all beings have a natural predator. I tap into that feeling them forcing them to feel fear like a waterfall. the fear you're going to be eaten. the fear of certain death. I force him to feel how insignificant he is. how small. how weak. how I can crush him like a bug. I am the apex predator.
he feels it I see it on his face. I went a bit to far.
"guys we have to go he pissed himself."
they start laughing. soon the whole cafeteria is. he knows it was me.
I don’t care I never cared much for bullies. besides he can't prove it.
nothing else of interest happened that day except when I was leaving. a myriad of animals were waiting outside. two bears were there as well which caused panic among them.
unfortunately I was oblivious to their signs of fear and started walking forward. unfortunately again I didn't notice until it was too late and I was 3 inches from the bears. who are again bowing. I mean come on we were very afraid of many things in the other world but not animals. how do you turn something like that on again.
Damn it how do I play this off.
I put my hand on the bear and say
"looks like they were trained well."
a brave kid came out of the blockade and tried to pet them. I warned them through a telepathic channel not to hurt them.
I went through running. damn it I'm going to ruin I for everybody. animal reverence is a side effect of a an elder dear bone infusion. the hardest thing ever.EVER. it evolved me a bit further than most. it isn't even my main power.it was used more for defense. i really got to solve this animal's bowing to me problem.
I go home and turn on the TV to see I'm not alone in this problem. there was a reporter and a 9 year old kid with grey eyes.
"People that survived the coma have weird quirks happening to them isn't that right."
"yes it is. if you'll allow me to demonstrate."
he started using his hands violently around. he's writing something down in archaic doomsman in a grey aura. aura was our primary weapon and only those who can use aura can see it. smart. we were all required to learn archaic doomsman to predict the oncoming attacks. the message says
"this is harder than we thought. it's okay to exhibit your abilities but where they come from must be kept silent. you don't remember and it's truly a miracle. use your religion if you have to .that is our story know. spread the word. "
thank god I'm not the only one with the problem. I ease up allowing the tiny antlers to grow out of the side of my wrists and the back of my ankles. if I really want I can grow them out of my head or back but that would look weird in this world.
my dad came home surprised at the change but ultimately knew something was up. then we went on our way to the psychiatrist.
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