Globe Tracers 1: The Case of Thomas Crain

Chapter 1: Planet Fall

(Recton alert! Pharaohs only take four years to age, not 20!!)

February thirteenth, 1966.

My name is Kyle; I have no last name, my kind never has last names. We belong to ourselves and no one else.

I look enough like a human, black hair, brown eyes, about three feet tall, and the body of a small boy- but I'm only part human.

I was leaving my home, headed for a faraway world. A world called-dirt- called Earth. Seriously, that's all the more creative the inhabitants were.

On the ship, I laid stomach down on my bed, kicking my feet in the air above me. Facts about where I was were ticking off in my brain as I semi unconsciously took in my boring surroundings once again. I'd been stuck on this ship for so long and needed something to do.

The room around me was white with green and brown squares in seemingly random locations on the walls. The walls themselves were actually curved rather than straight to condense how much space the room itself took up in the ship. Opposite me was an energy projection that showed a black void outside the ship, but that wasn't much to look at after so long.

Looking at the projection, the sun was visible and one would expect my room to light up with it. But no, nothing so interesting. The actual warm rays of the sun were hitting the side of the ship, which only had real plexiglass windows in the front. This was only an image on a screen.

It was taking us a full week to simply travel from one solar system to the next, practically next door!

I was going crazy. Thank goodness I had mom to talk to. I think I spaced for a while, but in my defense, sometimes she droned on a bit. Just hearing her voice made me happy.

I looked at my net device and smiled. On the other end, my mother spoke up again.

"Now, one more time," my mother started. I rolled my eyes. "Are you rolling your eyes at me?"

"Um... no..." I quickly said, sitting up as though it would make any difference to someone who couldn't currently see me.

She chuckled. "Yes you are. Or you did, now you're sitting up trying to look like you care." I tried to stifle my laughter, hearing her do the same. She sighed. "Fine, let's go with it. Your allies on Earth will be who?"

"The werewolves."

"And their powers?"

"Twice normal human speed and strength." I rattled off these facts as my eyes wandered, counting the colored squares- again.

"Their origins?"

I sighed. "The year fifteen-ahhh- something, Dr. Frankenstien made them... along with a lot of other things. Wildmen, hounds of rebirth, that weird undead thing... the guy was... let's say an entrepreneur of mutants... we're sure he wasn't one of us?" Truth was, I studied the history of my people all the time, but when it came to studying humans- they didn't hold my interest. I knew their race was the origin of mine, but they were idiots who barely lived a hundred years- and it was only recent that living that long was at all common for them. I had friends who made nuclear reactors in their backyards. Humans would think it would take a genius to do that!

"No dear, again, Frankenstein was not a pharaoh. Moving on, why are the werewolves our allies?"

"The Purge- how could I forget that?" I asked back.

"What's the Purge?"

"Are you serious?" I asked, giving a slight gaff and almost a small choke.

"Well, honey, I... when you drop out of Q-ton into normal space-this is the last time we'll be able to talk for thirty-two years. I- maybe I'm dragging this out as long as I can."