Collision (Scifi)

An earthling

Sneaky and still, motionless and quiet, that was my specialty. All my life, I had avoided obstacles by using that skill. Someone was bothering you? Well good luck finding a person who gave a shit because that was person was definitely not be me. It was not personal, I just happened to be a fraile girl who did not have anything important to say. Okay maybe if I finally had something to say, I would still sure as hell never do anything about it. At least I thought I would not. Life was so much easier when I was a coward.

I would wake up, go to school, learn shit, go home, enter the peaceful world of video games, then go to sleep to just do it again the next day. My life was pretty normal though. Those days reality sucked. It was like 2012 again. Everyone knew the world was turning into the dump it was always meant to be. So parents stuck to their jobs, working was their escape, while the elderly died of cancers and diseases without any form of medicine to help. Even with all of our technological advances we were still destined to die. Death, a cancer to human race. It was a cycle I was born into, it was normal. I guess now you see why I was a coward, I was just following the crowd. But one day everything changed and it all started with BOOM.

Boom meaning a literal boom.

"What the hell was that?"

"Sh, I'll go check the perimeter." I rolled onto my next hiding place: behind a car leaving my partner behind.

"Please don't do anything stupid Gracie," said Marcel waving his hands like an idiot trying to catch my attention. "Remember what happened last time? We don't need another enemy."

I ignored him, my pure concentration was so precise that day I already had a plan of attack playing back in my head. First I was going to draw the enemy near by staying quiet. Then once the enemy was close enough I was going to shoot the oil barrows behind them and shoot them with fire missiles. Simple but effective.

"GRACIE! LOS ANGELES IS ON FIRE!"

"Please mom go away! I'm about to kill a whole freaking race of aliens!"

I felt her shaking me from my virtual reality suit. It was a full bodysuit complete with virtual reality goggles. For all your virtual needs! At first I thought she was trying to sound hip, failing badly but once she turned off the WiFi I knew it was serious. My game started glitching before I could make my first strike.

"What? What's wrong?" I said unplugging myself from the rest of my world.

"Los Angeles is on fire!" She screamed in panic. "Look!"

She sat there quietly, once she knew I was ready for the news she spoke to Cameron, our house. He has a lovely british accent.

"Cameron, the news please."

"Yes, ma'am,"

The walls of my puny room lit up, and in an instant we were both sitting on my bed watching the city of Los Angeles on fire. Hundreds of images of buildings collapsing, helicopters and large ships flying above the city trying to find survivors and booming build ups of smoke in the atmosphere appeared merciless.

"The cause for this tragedy is still unknown and the lists of the newly dead are still expanding. There are no survivors found yet."

"Cameron, call dad." said my mom, now nearly in tears.

"Calling dad."

The phone rang and rang. My mother and I felt small at that moment. We felt completely alone. We just sat on my bed in a strong embrace, hoping that my father would pop into my room at any second. But he never did and never will. My mother and I both felt guilty. We felt like we should of died along with him. He wanted us to go with him, "A small family vacation! You can even invite Marcy!" his last attempts to bring us back to reality. We refused to go with him with the cowhearted excuse that we would not have a good time if he was going to be busy with work.