I know tommorow was a long time ago, so here is the
original first chapter.
Chapter One
Origin of Evil
Eastville, North Carolina
In the Not-So Distant Future...........
ex-Sgt. Byren Mcwilliams rolled his hand through his thick, dirty-blonde hair. Standing at Six foot three with calm eyes, byren had a natural aura of peace and calm. Byren was 23 years old, with a settled but firm voice.
After fighting nearly three campaigns in WW III, Byren had been discharged when the bloody war had ended, sending him back home to Eastville, North Carolina. Sent back to his aging mother, the cemmetary of his dead father, and his high school sweet heart, Elizabeth. He had thought of Elizabeth often. Her serene face often being the only thing that kept him going when he felt he was about to lose it.
Now, he was going home, to meet everything he'd tucked-tail and ran from for so long. Byren had left so shamefully, the whole incident with his father, caused byren to swallow the lump that began to form in his throat.
The former soldier's thoughts were interrupted when a Tran-Taxi pulled in front of him. An automated voice cheerfully rang out.
"Do you desire a transport to a distant location?" the computer generated voice monotonously asked, feigning interest.
"Yes. Take me to 2169 Blair Ave. please." Byren anounced to the vehicle, flipping the door open, and sliding inside. He quickly closed the door, and slid the seat belt into its slot.The Tran-Taxi lurched forward, slowly gaining speed, determined to take its occupant to the desired destination.
Byren watched in subtle jubilation as he passed by children and teenagers, living their lives, oblivious how many people died to conserve their innocence. He'd seen things he wouldn't want any person to have to see, but he'd do it all over again regardless.
Before long, The Tran_taxi slowed to a stop. a three-digit number appeared on the screens above each door, causing Byren to curse.
"Please insert the amount due here, please."The seemingly cold, heartless voice ordered. a rectangular slot extended from the center of the interior of the Tran-Taxi. Byren quickly paid the amount of money due, and exited, agitation reflected on his face.His meager fury dissipated, when he saw Mrs. McWilliams, Dorothy, who waited for him on the front porch of the green lawn.
"Mom!" He smiled, walking to her, and embracing her in a loving hug. As soon as he made contact with her frail body, he could tell something was not right.
"Whats wrong?" He asked slowly, not wanting to believe something was out of place. But nevertheless, sadness rippled from his mothers body, into his.
"Oh nothing, nothing. How was your trip?" She asked, changing the subject.
"It was fine." Byren informed as mother and son moved to the house, where the son opened the door for the mother. After doing so, Dorothy led he son inside. The McWIlliams house consisted of a Bathroom, livingroom, kitchen, two bedrooms, and a spare room. The spare room and one room was upstairs. The Bathroom was on the far-east wall, going west was the den, then the kitchen. The den branched off into a hallway that led to a single room, next to the stairs that led to the second floor. The front door Mrs. McWilliams and Byren strolled through was on the south side, infront of the living room. There was also a back door on the west wall.
The aroma of his mom's famous "Butterball pie" filled his nostrils. Byren's lips quivered, and felt himself begin to drool at the oh so sweet scent of the butterball pie cooking on the Oven.
"go ahead, sit down. relaxe. It'll be done in a lttle bit." Mrs. McWilliams anounced, gesturing to the butterball pie. She moved past him, strolling to the counter, where she flicked on the small Television, then began to prepare a meal for her son.
The screen flicked on, and a news report of seemingly dire emergency appeared.
"This is your anchorman, Atticus Renald, and the team here at JKNC news at Nine has just recieved urgent information from Arthur Nessman, the representative of Weyland-Yutani Industries," The anchorman said, wonder and scorn crossing his clean-cut face. A movie clip suddenly filled the screen, "Jessie?" The screen cut to a female, about six-foot-five, with long, grime-stained golden hair, and frieghtened green eyes.
"Hello, Atticus. This is Jessie haverson, of JKNC news at Nine, on the frontlines." she began. The scene around her was of a deserted town, with various buildings a blaze. It was noon, but the smoke that filled the air made it look like it was dusk.
"I am on scene at the remains of Beverly hills, California, where the sighting of a new type of large insect was sighted. The last contact with one of the civilians was almost 2 days ago, with W-Y Industries having quarinteed this city from the rest of California less than 24 hours ago." Jessie moved through the once glorious town of california, briefly turning from the camera, moving onto a road. She then began to move down the street.
"I am here to investigate the loss of Beverly Hills residents, and the newly found insect." Just as she had finished saying this, a black wraith whizzed past her, causing the cameraman to jump.
"What?" Jessie asked, startled." a muffled, un mic-ed voice replied.
"I thought i saw your bug thing." Jessie's eyes widened, raising a shaking finger past the camera.
"What?" the cameraman turned with the camera, to show a large, insect-like creature on top of a three-story building above them. It was roughly seven feet tall, with a black exoskeleton, natural rods protruding from its back, along with a long black tail with a wicked, footlong blade at the end. Its oblong head had no eyes, but it was facing them, nonetheless.
The Cameraman gasped.
"Thats one big bug!" He bellowed in a strong New York accent. The warrior alien leapt from the roof, landing gracefully on the remains of a vehicle, right in front of the camera man. Before the man could respond, the aliens tail lashed out, slicing his stomach open. The camera fell to the ground, facing Jessie, who turned to run, but did not make it three steps before the creature pounced, enveloping her in a deadly embrace. She was able to scream once, before a cracking sound was made, and Jessie's body relaxed, allowing the warrior to carry her off. The film was cut short, and was back on the stunned anchorman, his mouth agape.
It then quickly turned back to a comercial. Byren felt as if he was back on a battleground. He'd just gotten out of World War three. He couldn't have dreamed WW IIII would happen so fast............
