Chapter 1: CONFRONTATION
On this wonderfully gloomy day, as the sun began
to set into a magnificent layered prism, it was back to normal
for seventeen-year-old Patrick, or so he had certainly wished
it to be.He would finally put all his worries behind him, and
in turn, start a new life of his own.Everything seemed bright
in his mind, though dusk was now settling in.
He laid out his favorite pair of bluejeans, flannel red shirt,
and kicked off his tattered old brown combat boots, which
looked as if they had spent an entire decade in a World War.But
for Patrick, that was his style-grungy-for he just adored the
master rocker, Cobain.He then popped in his favorite tune,
crashed himself onto the bunk in which he had slept on since he
was a small child, and softly hummed along to the music.He
contemplated many thoughts, including those that involved the
next day of school.As these thoughts swept through his mind, he
soon drifted off into a very deep sleep.
When Patrick arrived at school the following morning, he felt as
if he was mighty.He tucked each of his hands in his pockets, and
swiftly strolled through the halls of the campus, all while
greeting and chatting with some of his acquaintances.As soon as
he turned the corner and walked through the door to his Geometry
class, his teacher, Mrs. Henley pulled him by the arm and led him
right back out of the classroom, and into the hall again."We need
to talk, young man," she said to him accusingly."Come with me".
So he held his head high, didn't say a word, and casually
followed her to the end of the hallway and out of the
building.Waiting outside the building, there stood a very tall,
lean man, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, or so.He gazed
into young Patrick's eyes for a few seconds without saying
anything. Then Mrs. Henley said, "Well Patrick, I don't know what
you or that crazy brother of yours has done this time, but
whatever it is, I don't think I even want to know.I'll just let
this nice man handle it."
Patrick started to open his mouth to speak, when the nice, tall
man cut him off.He pulled out a golden badge that sparked in the
light of the fresh morning sun.Mrs. Henley quickly turned and
walked away from the scene, and darted back into the building.
"Well, well, young Patrick Winston-that's your full name, ain't
it son?" the man asked, with a slow, suspicious tone in his
voice."Yes sir, it is.""Good answer, boy…I'm a licensed P. I.,
son-I'm sure you're familiar with the term, ain't ya?" Yes sir",
Patrick replied once again."Well then Patrick Winston, let's take
a little walk."
He obeyed like a well-trained little boy, without asking why or
what for.He soon found himself walking half-way across the
parking lot, even passing by his own pick-up truck, and then
getting into a black mini-van with the strange man.
"Patrick, now you just hold your horses, son, and I'll let you
know when it's time for questions and answers," the man said with
a wide grin.Once again, Patrick stayed perfectly calm, and didn't
say a word.
The drive seemed very long and boring, and as they rode together,
Patrick studied the man carefully.From what he could tell, the
man must have come from somewhere out of the South, such as
Tennessee or Alabama.Of course, the accent he spoke with gave it
right away.For here in Iowa, he just wasn't your normal everyday
The man also sported a brown leather jacket, with matching cowboy
boots, along with a wide-brimmed beige cowboy hat, that had a
copper bird feather sticking out of the side.Underneath his hat,
he showed some sandy-colored stringy hair, about shoulder-length,
and upon his face were freckles spotting here or there.He had a
long, straight, pointy nose and a thick blondish mustache
covering the top of his upper lip.
After only fifteen or twenty minutes had passed, Patrick began to
wonder why he had ever agreed so easily at getting inside this
vehicle with the strange cowboy.After all, though he was
seventeen years old, he soon found himself overcome with anxiety,
and felt he should have found out beforehand, why exactly he had
agreed, and where they were going, and who really was this
man.Despite these thoughts, he still kept his cool about him and
eventually they even came to a complete stop.Only something
wasn't quite right about the environment they were in.
For one, they were completely surrounded by dead, weathered
trees, and second, he noticed that there was a slight, steamy
mist occasionally hissing up through the holes from deep within
the ground.Not only this, but when he turned his face back toward
the cowboy, something very eerie had suddenly appeared on the
man's face right before Patrick's eyes.A shiny, silver
bullet-like object, about � of and inch in diameter, busted out
through the man's forehead, then it cunningly stretched into a
tubelike form and soon wrapped itself around his face in a very
orderly manner, yet still being attached to his head.Patrick's
jaw dropped when he saw this.But the man was still intact, and
said "Don't worry boy, nothin's wrong here-jus' happens to be a
new investigation device I'm testing for the military.It was
implanted in my brain recently, and now I will have the delight
of being the first to use it, alright?Understood son?Don't be
Of course, Patrick tried to keep very calm, but a million
thoughts ran through his head per second.Then he replied, "Okay
sir, but I would seriously like to know why you brought me here,
what on earth that thing does, and why I am suddenly involved in
your alien mission."
With a huff of a laugh, the man did not receive this questioning
well.Instead, he took it rather with a sarcastic approach, and
quickly said in a low even tone, " As I said once before, son,
I'll let you know when it's time for questions and answers."Then
he swiftly turned his head away and the silver device raised
itself up and entered into Patrick's ear.
Patrick was definitely nervous, when the man said, "You see,
Patrick, this device allows me to see inside your mind; your
thoughts, your dreams, and possibly solve crimes-sort of a
tracking device."Patrick did not receive this welcomingly at all,
and raised his hand to the device and pulled it out very fast."I
will not let you involve me in these mind games; I am not a
criminal and I certainly don't want anyone to get inside my
head," he shouted without hesitation, and following with,
"certainly not you, or those quack psychiatrists, or the
military, or anyone!I've been through that; my brother's in a
cage because of this crap!"
Well, he had said too much now.The silver device pulled back into
the man's head, and he stated, "It's about time someone mentioned
a little something about your brother again.""Come to think of
it, you might even know more than that, so I'm going ask you a
few easy-to-answer questions.""Patrick, first off, what happened
January 1, 1999?
He just stared back at the man for a while, then finally said, "I
didn't want to talk about him; he hates everyone."Then he turned
his face away and stared out the window of the van for a second
or two. Before he spoke another word he started humming a little
tune softly.Then he looked right in the man's eyes and said,
"I'll make a deal with you; you tell me your name and I'll tell
you something about C.J."
"Oh, so C.J., that is short for Christopher James, right?," again
controlling the order of the conversation.
"C.J. is supposedly still in the nuthouse," Patrick said." But
wait a minute, please tell me your name first."
"Alrighty, Patrick, I think you've earned it for being
polite.Son, my name is Sheldon Wayne Cornwallis the Fourth.""And
now we get to work."
Just at that moment, a magnetic wave of energy drew Patrick out
of the vehicle and he found himself hugging a dead tree
instantaneously.The force was very harsh as if a strong wind had
blown him smack dab into that tree.He was calling out to Mr.
Cornwallis when he suddenly fell on his back and started
experiencing a gravitational force pulling him hard into the
ground.Then all at once, the ground opened up and he found
himself being swallowed by a grim black hole of death.Be he did
not feel afraid nor did he cry out in fear, for he felt a wave of
safety float about his falling body into the depths of the
unknown.He somehow knew that he would not die, but would keep
falling away for some time.Some time passed as he fell deeper and
deeper, but Patrick just closed his eyes and embraced his dark
surroundings, until finally he found himself at the bottom of the
pit he was within.Nothing.Not a sound.But he felt about him soft,
grains of sand-like substance, which he was sitting upon now.He
felt a comfortable security about him now despite the darkness
all around, but what would he do?Where and what was this place