Where have you gone?

Chapter 1

Life on Earth is a normal as it has every been: war in foreign nations, poverty everywhere and those environmentalists are on the rise too. Full of conspiracies, full of technology. Kids are dropping like flies from school pressure but it's all right because everyone understands. Good in the world is happening too, don't worry there are worldwide charities supporting others, brave people stepping up to help Earth's creatures and love keeps winning over us. Us? The common people, watching Tv shows, baking, working, living and believing in something. Absolutely everything. Something is in the back of our minds and it is about to rise. A question or two: where have they gone? And why have they gone?

It was Monday. A normal day but full of anger. A van's tires screech against the deep black river of an old American road. The trees rustle as if to warn us. They want to come back. They want to come back. They want to return. They miss us. They want us. They are us.

"JAMES! IT'S FOLLOWING US!" a scream of a man echoes from the van driving like out of a horror movie- the zombies can run or the Dalek can climb those bloody stairs.

"FOLLOWING YOU?! IT ALMOST SMASHED INTO ME!" a woman screams back in panic. Death was certainly chasing them. A green light across the water rips onto land. It's reflection upon the sliver lining of the van glints like a flashing light next to a button that could quite possibly destroy the entire world.

Inside the van there are the terrified bodies of the humans that are trying to out drive this thing of light. The two men are hugging at the back for dear life as the woman turns the wheel 90 degrees sharp causing the van to skid sideways upon the road Being chased was nothing like the movies. The stars look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. And yet these where humans, the peak of evolution on earth. The light is still following ever so fast and those humans certainly could not remain quite anymore.

"What the actual hell is this thing I think it's gonna kill us all and then I'll never be able to send in my essay that I spent my whole bloody life writing to miss out on going to the stupid party and missing the chance of getting laid and all my life I could a been a multi-millionaire and that if not I could still become something I'm too young to die help me help me help me HEEELP MMEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" one of the people in the back of the van speaks fast and in panic.

"SHUT THE HELL UP DAVE!" James screeches.

"NO IM GONNA DIE A VIRGIN!" Dave cries.

Suddenly, the woman screams. The light was in the van. It was a sphere shape, glowing bright. It was a UFO. However, it glows bright before disappearing. The woman's name tag glinted with her glow in the dark name: Lisa.

"O thank the stars and stripes of my heart; I think it's Go-"

The car is in the middle of the highway. The two on-coming cars tried to avoid it - and failed. Both of them hit in a three-way head-on collision. There was an explosion, a ball of flame and a fist of grey smoke...A moment later there was another explosion. The third car had been travelling too fast. It ploughed into the burning wrecks, flipped over and continued, screeching along the runway on its back before it too burst into flames. The car rolled over, lights swirled like crazy catherine-wheels and the noise of the metal being bashed over the concrete was almost deafening. When everything stopped there was only the sound of the rain on the underbelly of the car for so long... then sirens... help...

The lights of my bicycle shine as smudged stars, the wintry mist cold upon my skin. As the journey passes, sunlight rouses more colours from their sleepy monochrome and, though the road still has the black look of night, the sky is already more bluish than charcoal. Under the fumes of the morning traffic a tincture of the dawn lingers, like dew upon leaves, a gift of freshness bequeathed anew each day. I hear a voice; my name. Dave, Dave, Dave, Dave. A beautiful figure is walking towards me, though seems exhausted the figure stands in a way that made my skin tremble with excitement and fear. Hidden by a hood and mask of plain wood, there was the ambiguity of this being.