A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to a Dark Place

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: House of Ghosts
A visitor from another world comes to earth with a shocking revelation

Submitted: December 31, 2015

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Submitted: December 31, 2015

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A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to a Dark Place

 

I looked in the mirror and adjusted my black tie. This evening was to be a very special event.

Frowning, I looked once again at the black eyepatch covering my right eye. I thought to myself that I will always have to have it. Unattractive as it was, there were times it proved to be valuable in negotiating and facing negative situations. There was a certain intimidation factor that it projected.

I'll never forget the reason I had to wear it.

The year was 2019. Three years ago was the beginnig of a new era for our country, at great cost though.

After my graduation at West Point I was appointed to the infantry. After airborne and ranger schools I served with distinction  for 10 years and obtained the rank of major. Wanting to enhance my career, I transferred to intelligence.

I was never the type to get married, so I poured myself into my work. Especially after nine eleven.

I was recognized for my sterling performance and was promoted to Lt Colonel. Then I was offered a position in the Pentagon. I jumped at the chance and rose through the ranks, eventually making four star general. Then the day came when I was interviewed by President Obama for the position of Chairman of Joint Chief of Staff. A few days later, I was appointed to the position.

As the years went by, our administration started making decisions that greatly threatened our national security. After many sleepless nights, I decided one day to formulate a bold and radical plan.

After meeting with my staff, we proceeded to plan a military coup and take over the White House.

About a week later we rounded up the president, his cabinet, and most congressmen and senators and shipped them to a secret underground place. I had personnaly made sure everything about the place was secure with first class accomodations.

They were never heard from again.

I appointed myself as commander in cheif and moved into a new Oval Office I had constructed in a place far from the White House. It had meeting rooms, an apartment in which I lived, and high tech survellience capabilty.

Of course there was an outcry from many in our nation directed at what we did, but most of the nation proved to be relieved after I addressed them and explained my reasons and what would happen if I chose to do nothing.

My first directive was to enhance our intelligence capabilties, both foreign and domestic. Then I gave orders for the Navy Seabees and army engineers along with other independent contractors to build a high tech barrier between us and Mexico. Anyone crossing that border illegally was arrested and sent to prison camps. The children, if they had any, were sent to orpanages.

A week later I conducted a meeting with all heads of NATO and our mid east allies aboard the USS Ronald Reagan. We all agreed not to leave until we came up with a plan to deal with the terrorism that had spred like a cancer.

After formulating a plan with everyone,I boarded my helicopter (Marine One) and headed back. My next directive was to initiate the draft and direct our industry to start production on war weapons and materials.

Five months later I was on the USS Ronald Reagan again (I designated it as my flagship) with binoculars in hand watching multiple amphibious landings. I headed the largest task force in history. Concurrent with the landings, a massive airborne assault also took place.

I had given orders to contact me once the leader of Isis was located. My plans were to personally execute him with the Colt 45 which had been passed down from my grandfather. He was a member of Rudders Rangers in World War Two.

After a long artillery barrage and air strikes upon the main Isis stronghold, the marines, infantry and armored divisions closed in. I boarded my helicopter and made for the point of attack. Then the call came in. The leader had been found. A few minutes later I was on the ground, cocking my weapon as I walked towards the abandoned refinery where he was found.

As he and the soldiers that surronded him came into view, he looked at me and smiled. When I was about twenty feet away , he clicked his heals which caused an explosion.

Shrapnel entered my right eye as I was knocked to the ground from the force of the blast. I got up and saw that he was gone, and the men surrounding him were all dead. As I held a hand to my eye and started gathering dog tags, I came across his head. He still had that grin on his face. I then made my way back to the copter and was flown to the main hospital ship.

In the following year, our inhanced sattelite systems and intelligence located just about all of the rest of the terrorists. The ones who surrendered were put in camps and used as cheap govenment labor.

This evening marked the second anniversary of the invasion. We always celebrated with a gala event.

Cocktail in hand, I was speaking to the prime minister of the UK and his wife when the head of security for the White House came and asked me to come and see something. I followed him to the west side.

On the lawn there stood a small saucer like craft with some kind of creature standing in front of it. The guards had surrounded it and the craft, weapons drawn.

I walked up and stopped about fifteen feet in front of it. It was about six feet tall, of green color and lizard like skin. It's beady red eyes fixed on me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, not knowing really what else to say.

With an advanced looking headset device  and a microphone hung around it's neck, it replied.

"We are conquerors of worlds," it said., "No planet has ever been able to stand up to us. However we have one condition we always propose before we invade. In twenty three years to this very moment we will return with our world's fighting champion. He will challenge yours. If your champon defeats ours we will pass over your planet. If our champion wins we will take over your world. What do you say to these terms?"

My eye widened and my jaw dropped, heart pounding in my chest. I looked back up at his beady red eyes. It stood there silently waiting for an answer. What choice did I have?

"I agree to your terms," I said. With that, it silently went back to it's craft and was gone in an instant.

The following week I addressed the UN and explained everything to them. It was then decided we would come up with a champion of our own.

The parents were chosen and the woman gave birth to a baby boy. After his fifth year, he spent the rest of his 18 years training for the showdown.

By the time the aliens came back, our champion was the strongest and quickest man in the world. He had also mastered all methods of hand to hand combat.

The event took place at the stadium where the Washington Redskins played. All the world television networks were covering it.

I had retired ten years ago, but was still given a box seat very close to the field.

About half an hour after I sat down, our champion entered upon the field. A great roar came from the crowd.

A few moments later, a craft very similar to the one I saw that fateful day came out of the clouds and decended upon the field.

Out came a monstrous figure. It had to be seven feet tall and was very muscular. It roared like Godzilla.

All of a sudden I heard a scream and saw a woman point to something on the field. I turned to see what it was and my eye laid upon an arm, protruding from underneath the craft. It had the same bracelet our champion wore.

Then I heard an attendent on the field say "I kept yelling for the dumb ass to get out of the way, but for some reason he never heard me!"

 

THE END

 


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