Invasion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short sci-fi story

Submitted: May 30, 2008

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Invasion


He walked through the field, the long grass running through his fingers. He shut his eyes and let the gentle breeze caress his face. The soft rustling of the wind in the grass along with the warm autumn sunshine made him feel drowsy. He opened his eyes and looked around at the breath taking scene. In the distance he could see the skyline of a majestic city. Everything was perfect. Where else could you find a bustling city with buildings rising to the heavens with a crystal clear river leading out of its heart to the wide open fields which were just five minutes away. There was a perfect balance of the artificial and natural. But then he had planed it that way.
It had been one of the proudest moments of his life to be asked to design the city and to see it come up around him in perfect synergy with his dreams and its surroundings. He was happy, he was content and he smiled.
An excited voice reached him on the wind putting an end to his daydreaming. He looked around and saw his wife and children playing under the protective arms of a wise old tree. He took one last look around and started walking towards them, everything was perfect.
Then it happened, a shadow fell over the land and suddenly everything turned white and all noise was blotted out. He was thrown back, the wind knocked out of him. As he landed the sound came rushing back with a roar. He struggled to his knees a wave of heat pushing him back down. He pried his eyes open and looked around, the smoke making his eyes water. Where his family had been there was nothing but burnt black dead ground, there was nothing anywhere. "No", he screamed "this can't happen". He heard another roar above him, he looked up and saw a strange ship streaking across the sky towards the city.
"How could this have happened?" he thought desperately, then it came to him painfully "the probe". They had sent a probe into space 5 years back (ironically to coincide with the inauguration of the city), he had somehow never felt comfortable with it, but he had never thought this would happen. They had hoped to find life but all they had found was death.
But he couldn't stand around he had to do something, but what, what could he possibly do? "Wait the force field" the city had a force field, it should have been activated by now, that was a relief, but still he had to get back and fast, something had to be done to stop these aliens. The river was the fastest way back, and he knew an old farmer on the banks with a small boat. He started running as fast as he could towards the farm, everything around was in flames. As he neared the farm he checked his pace, 'not here as well" he screamed, seeing the destruction around him. "what did we ever do to these creatures". wiping the fresh tears from his face he turned his back to the awful sight and started running towards the city. He fought his way through the wild terrain along the bank, painfully aware how long it was taking him to reach, the few miles to the city suddenly felt much further. His side was splitting and he was finding it hard to breathe but he kept running in the hope that the force field would give him time to get back then maybe with the Council they could think of something; anything.
He finally reached the edge of the city, and this time what he saw forced him to a dead halt. He had been so focused on reaching he hadn't noticed till now that the city was smoking. He crept through the trees on the outskirts, trying to control his breathing. He hid himself and tried to see what was going on. What he saw made him let out a cry of pain. Buildings were destroyed, there were bodies lying in the streets and the strange creatures were moving around dragging the surviving people to the middle of the city where they were thrown together in a frightened huddle. But how could this have happened? How could they have got past the force field, only he knew how to deactivate it. Only he….no he wasn't the only one; his assistant knew too. His assistant was always skulking about with a big chip on his shoulder feeling that his true potential was never appreciated (the truth was he was barely good enough to follow instructions).
He once again scanned the ruined city, this time looking for his loathsome assistant. His eyes  were again drawn to the huddled mass of his friends. Then for the first time he noticed that an elevated platform had been constructed where everyone was collected. And on that platform the biggest of the alien creatures was moving up and down surveying the pain and horror his fellow creatures had inflicted. The creature was broad and erect with a round glistening head and a weird black muzzle attached to the head with winding sinews. The creature paused and turned towards someone in the background, and there it was the proof of what he had already guessed. His assistant was there gesturing something to the grotesque creature.
"Why that sneaky low life, betraying his own people; how could he!", he thought to himself, shaking with anger. Wait what was that sound? A kind of rustling somewhere close by. He started to turn but it was too late. Something cold and hard smashed into him and everything went dark. When he came to his senses he found himself lying in the centre of the city with the rest of his people. Looking up he saw the leader of the creatures on the dais in front of him. He noticed that what he had thought were its head and muzzle seemed to be some kind of outer shell. As he watched the creature took a weird object and held it in front of itself. A strange echoing voice emerged from the device. It took him a minute to realise that it was in his own language "what amazing technology" he thought despite himself, "these creatures seem to be extremely intelligent". But no sooner had he thought this, that the brutal words being spoken penetrated his head. The Creature was talking, staring at the helpless people lying below, "I repeat resistance is futile! The last of you are being rounded up as I speak. Do not attempt to struggle or you will die……..Zartan is now Earth Colony # 372……..I repeat resistance is futile….". As he heard these words the last of his spirit broke, he let his head fall back and stared at the purple sky with its two suns and thought of the beautiful yellow waters and flaming red trees of his planet and for the last time closed his three eyes.


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