I had to write a short story in English, and this is what came out.
Also, I'm much too busy lately to post often, so I'll get down to the basics.
1. I'll finish Album soon.
2. My dad and I are going to start writing a middle grade book that's probably one of the best ideas I've worked on.
3. Filming for my films Contentment begins next week, and I'm rather excited for that.
And here's my short story: Invitrus, and idea I've had for quite some time. (It's the rough draft.)
I point to the space full of stars and planets above us, selecting the one that has been burning my whole life. My father squints, trying to remember the name of the world I have pinpointed. It doesn’t take him long. He’s always been good with names.
“Invitrus,” he says, his voice laced with an uneasy tone of sadness.
“What’s different about this one?” I ask, hoping the question isn’t too much for him to handle. All of the planets are burning. Most of them have been for a while, but a handful only set to flame recently. He’s always told me that it’s because the earths get old, and they admit their time has come and allow themselves to burn. I believed it for the longest time, but as time passed, I grew older, and as I grew older, I grew wiser, and I soon came to realize that my father simply told me a lie, because his lie was so much better than the truth he kept from me.
“Why are they burning, Father?”
“I’ve told you, Son. The planets grow old and then they burn. Our universe is very, very old.”
“I don’t believe you,” I say. We’re lying on our backs in our front yard, our hands laced behind our heads, our gaze pointed to space. We do this almost every weekend. We started this tradition soon after my mom died a few years back. Her death had been caused by a freak accident at the facility she worked at. She was a designer of top-government militia weaponry, and when she died, she’d been designing a bomb that, when exploded, its shrapnel could be projected into selected enemies. It malfunctioned, and speared her through the eye.
She died almost instantly.
“Son . . . you don’t want to know why.”
“I do, though. I have the right to now. Every star, every planet, every earth around us is burning, ours will start soon. I deserve to know why.”
My father sighed, his chest falling. For more than ten minutes he was completely silent, nothing but the sound of the crickets and our shallow breaths to fill the night’s life. When he started speaking, he spoke slowly, as if recounting a wretched memory he’d buried long ago.
“A long time ago, a scientist on Invitrus discovered a portal, a wormhole, small enough to be able to harvest and control. For years in secret, he experimented with this bend in space, until he finally mastered its complexity. The world went ecstatic when he announced his new discovery, and he soon had the funds for a ship to travel to the other end.
“When he and his crew entered the wormhole, they found a door.”
“A door?” I asked, disbelieving his story.
“It was a giant steel wall built before time. Somehow, they toppled this barrier, but what they found on the other side was an evil so unfortunate, the universe would suffer forever. An alien race, scarred and burnt from a war that no one remembers, filled with so much hatred that billions of years of imprisonment could not forget it.
“The aliens found Invitrus first. The battle lasted thirty seconds until their planet was left burning. Ever since then this mysterious race of aliens have been destroying planets. We’re next, Son. They’re coming.”
As if on cue, the sky above me explodes. I see a metal blade pierce my father through the head, his blood gushing into a puddle that reaches me. I roll, avoiding the attacker, and begin running for the house.
Five steps from the front door, the house explodes, brick and wood and shingles flinging at me. I lift my arms and shove them outward, using my rare power to move them away from me. Without a moment’s hesitation, I whip out the blade I always keep on me, and begin advancing toward my father’s killer.
The thing I see in front of me is hideous, a mess of green, scars, and fangs. It growls, baring its ruined teeth. I yell, charging forward, and swing my sword at the alien. It blocks it without effort. I swing again, our blades clanging together so loudly that my ears hurt.
I understand now why my father trained me to be a fighter. He’d been preparing me for this moment, the moment when The Fire reaches earth, the moment where we all die.
I swing upwards and kick outwards, slamming the alien in the chest. He stumbles backwards and I charge forward, my blade outstretched, ready to end its life. Before I reach the alien, I hear a gunshot, and its body explodes into a tumble of goo.
The killer emerges from the shadows holding a gun. Smoke curls away from the barrel, and he blows on it classically, shooting me a grin I more than recognize. It’s my friend Don.
“You alright?” he asks casually.
“Are you?” I respond, raising my eyebrows at the bloody gash across his shoulder.
“I’ll survive. We need to get out of here. Base is loading people onto ships.”
“What planet?” I question.
“Televekodim. They’re gonna close the wormhole.”
In case of an unexpected extraterrestrial invasion, Earth had built an emergency deployment system that could ship the majority of the population through a wormhole to a large uninhabited planet called Televekodim. It would be accessed through a wormhole, and once the last ship was through, they’d seal it off, leaving earth to its burning fate.
We start running towards the neighbor’s garage. They peel out of their driveway and speed down the road. They don’t make it a hundred feet. A large spider-like machine falls from the sky and crushes the vehicle, perforating it with one of its eight limbs.
Don shouts something and yanks me to the side. We roll into a row of bushes just as a large fireball scorches the space we’d barely occupied. Don withdraws an orb from his pocket and hurls it at the spider.
When it connects, the machine explodes shrapnel and gears sent spinning in every direction. I send a gust of wind outwards, throwing the pieces headed at us to the sides.
“AARON!” Don shouts.
I flip my head in the direction he’s pointing. An alien is flying towards us, its arms outstretched. I can tell from this distance that it’s loaded with weaponry. Don gives me a look that I somehow understand. I toss him my sword and he catches it in his right hand. In his left, he holds a shield.
I allow two more seconds to pass, and then I send him flinging into the air towards the alien. He slams it with his shield, causing it to shriek in pain, and immediately decapitates it. Its head lands feet away from me.
A fire rages through my back, and I drop to the ground writhing in pain. My screams are silent as I cry desperately. I can hear Don shouting my name as he falls to his imminent death, nothing to cushion his drop. The atmosphere is set to flames. My world begins to burn.
And then I feel arms around me, lifting me up. It’s Don. He’s smiling.
I feel wind whip viciously at my body, and then I’m inside of a helicopter, Don shouting to lift off. In moments we’re off the ground, flying away from the warfare and carnage. A man dressed in an army suit injects me with a liquid that quickly cools the burning in my body, and then I’m not crying because of the pain, I’m crying because my father is dead.
Don holds me and tells me it’ll be okay. I’m asleep within minutes.
I wake up on a different planet and watch my civilization as it rebuilds itself.
Twenty years later, our stars begin burning.
We pack up, and deploy once more.
Hope you enjoyed it! Now off to writing. :)
Until next time,