The Unforseen - Early Works

As you read from last week, I tried my hand at science fiction. This is just a brief sampling of the science fiction story I thought up.

The Unforseen

Outside, the sky was orange. Inside, the staff attempted to keep order. Marissa watched her English teacher, Mr. Hampton, as he addressed the class.

“The news stations are saying this is a natural thing. It’s nothing to be frightened of. Now, open your books to page one thirty-five.”

         Marissa didn’t believe him. Nor did the rest of the class she imagined. Papers shuffled and books opened, but she knew all eyes were stealing glances outside. Sure the sky had been orange before. She’d seen those beautiful sunsets and stormy aftermaths, but today. Today it was the color of a traffic cone.

         “Let’s pick up our discussion on the American poets.” Mr. Hampton turned back to the white board and wrote down several names. “Who can remember-” His words were cut off by a blinding flash of white light. The room turned silent. Everyone’s stared out the window.

         The PA system clicked on, “All students, report to the gym.”

         Chaos erupted. Every student stood and bolted for the door. A boy shoved into her as he rushed past. Marissa was swept into the mass of people. Limbs connected with limbs. She was moving, but she didn’t control where. She swerved toward one side in an attempt to escaped the growing mob of fear. Then she was alone. It was eerie how fast it happened. One moment the bodies suffocated her, the next, no signs of another life. The flash repeated, now a steady strobe penetrating the unusual sky.

         Kill them. The voice whispered.

         “Hello?” Marissa searched for another person. “What did you say?”

         Kill them. Louder it came.

         “What?”

         They must die.

          Her feet carried her to the door. She stared up at the sky, listening.

          Kill them. They must die. None will survive.

          Her hand reached for the handle. “Kill them.” She repeated. She turned the knob. “I will.”

          A rush of air hit her and the voice stopped. Marissa blinked. The door remained closed but a hand held onto her wrist. She glanced at the person behind her.

          Deep hazel eyes stared. “What are you doing?” The voice was demanding, urgent.

          She pulled away and took in the speaker. He was a head taller. A green t-shirt hung over his broad shoulders and down his muscled body. The black jeans clung to him like a second skin. She hissed in a breath. He was like a model stepped out of a magazine and into her school. There was no way he was a student there. She’d remember.

          “Well?” He studied her.

          Marissa collected herself, “I’m going to the gym. Like the announcement said.” She stepped around and started down the hall. His hand reached out and captured her wrist again.

          "You were going outside.” He watched the flashing light and darkening sky. “Did you hear something?”

          How did he know? Did he hear the voice too? She started to speak, but a faint thud on the roof stopped her.

          “It’s time to go.” He tugged her under his arm and starting toward the student parking lot.

          Confusion stopped her argument. Had he heard the voice or the other noise? Where had he come from? Why was he here?

          They were outside before she came to her senses. The air smelled stale and smoky. Something wet dripped onto her head.

          “Eww” she reached up, finding a thick blue slim, “Oh. My. God.” She shrieked, shaking her hand and brushing the goo from her head. Another glob landed on the ground in front of her. She turned her head toward the sky. Hoovering above was a rust colored disc. Her eyes widen.

          “It’s… it…” she couldn’t form the words. The glob in front of her grew. Shaping legs. A body. Arms. Head. And finally two black coal eyes.

          Kill them. The thunderous voice commanded. They will all die. The head moved, a large hole opened revealing razor sharp teeth. It lunged for her, reaching with its gooey arms.

          Her scream was muffled by the loud pop to her side. Blue and green sprayed her face and shirt.

          The boy, grabbed her. “We have to hurry.” He dragged her to a black sports car. Marissa glimpsed him slip a metallic spear into his pocket as he opened the door.

To Be Continued...

Let me know in the comments below what you think. Should I get back into this?