Phase 2: Earth before the Chaos

Chapter 1: Insomnia

[Earth. California, United States of America. #53 Millbury Street, 2^nd Floor. 10:30 PM.]

Clyde Clyffords just couldn’t find sleep tonight. He’s tried midnight snacks, hot, steaming milk, bedtime stories and music which, for a 12-year old, would’ve helped, except for the fact that it was totally out of age. He’s even started digging in his own stash of Uncle Mac’s Wonder Mallows, which always work one way or another. But somehow, it just didn’t have the power it once had on him. It might be coming of age, now that he’s a pre-teen that has outgrown his childish behaviour. But then again, he wouldn’t count on it. To him, he just couldn’t sleep tonight.

“Good Night!” He murmured to himself for the nth time, gobbling the final contents of his last Uncle Mac’s Wonder Mallows Pack. He tossed and turned inside his own bed. He cuddled his throw pillows. He started to vomit the Marshmallows he just ate.

But nothing seemed to work

“It’s no use!” he whined. He jumped out of bed, looking around his room to find something to waste time on. He caught sight of his ruddy, play walkie-talkie just by the window. Except it wasn’t a toy. It was the real thing. His dad gave him a whole set, which he gave to all of his friends. He pressed the button, and the walkie-talkie started buzzing into life. He wondered if any of his friends were still awake.

He looked at the electronic alarm clock by the side of his bed. 10:30. He reckoned everyone was probably asleep. He sighed, placing the walkie-talkie back to its original place. He looked back at the ruined bed, and wished that hopefully, he’ll finally catch the Z’s he’s been longing before. Right before he took the first step, however, his radio began to screech in a deafening tone. A blurry, barely audible voice followed soon after.

“Closer to the window…” he ordered quietly to the person on the other line. Seconds later, a clearer, adolescent voice was heard

“Falcon to Eagle.” the radio answered, the voice clearly restless and energetic “Eagle, do you copy? Over”

Clyde held the red button on the side “Eagle to Falcon. Yeah I heard you loud and clear. Over”

Just after he signed clear, another voice responded; a different one.

“Hummingbird to Eagle, over”

And another followed

“Parrot to Eagle, over”

Followed by another “Robin to Eagle, over”

And another “Sparrow to Eagle, over”

Clyde held his radio, slightly shocked at the uncanny coincidence.  “Parrot, Sparrow, Robin, Hummingbird, I hear you all loud and clear, over”

He paused for a while, taking in and processing the situation.

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Ciaossu! Wattup people of the Epic-tastic…um, that! hehehehe.

This is by far my longest article. But probably not my last

Did you guys enjoy? I hope you did

More coming up in the next days (Hopefully)

Oh yeah, and I might as well explain what’s happening. The story is divided into Phases, each telling a different scenario in the story, like a different place or time, that is not in the chronological (Sequence) order of the story so far. Each Phase is further divided into chapters, which tell a specific part of the scenario…

so that’s that.

Hope you Enjoyed!

Peace!

Chapter 1: Glowing Red Rock

[Milky Way Galaxy. Grid 25. Sub-grid 230. Quadrant 32. System 5: Sol System. Earth]

A billion light years away from the blue planet flew a glowing, red rock that moved at a pace of 3 light years an hour. It hummed a gentle but deafening tune, rhythmic and melodic as it moved. It shook with subtle intensity, shaking to the beat that it was making.

Following its pace was the most unusual thing the human eye could see. To some, it would appear like an upside-down plate that had green lights like ticker tapes rotating around it. Others might see it as flattened ball that had hundreds of unidentifiable gadgets and gizmos rigged on it. One way or another, it was clear. It was a UFO. An Alien Ship.

The ship trailed the meteor at a slow rate. Their solar panels are opened to its maximum extent, while their giant mufflers released transparent gas, pushing the ship every inch of the way. Nuclear Propulsion was not necessary, since the rock they were following was moving slower than it should have. Inside the ship were 2 humanoid figures, talking each other as one tended their portion of the colossal rocket. They looked almost human, except they had bluish-grey skin, big fish eyes and shaved heads.

“Why don’t we just blow it up to end our misery?” The sentence was roughly translated into English, though their tongue clicks and whimpers were impossible to decipher. The alien was positioned in weapons control, grumbling loudly as his hand twitched on the trigger.

“We can’t, Bozo!” the other replied. “If we blow it up, the whole element will piece into smithereens” He focused his vision on the glowing red rock, unaware of the danger that’s hurling towards them at the speed of 300 light years a second