Infinity

Chapter One: The Chosen One

People mistook them as humans all the time. They roamed the streets. They ate at restaurants. They shopped at stores. Then they would go home... but their home wasn't the typical two-story house.

What every-day humans didn't know was those weren't humans. They were unknown aliens that had similar DNA and genes as humans, which made them look just like humans. They blended into crowds easily, and nothing looked out-of-the-ordinary. Only five of those aliens existed. The rest of the race was wiped out, along with their home planet, in a black hole. They wanted a new home, but they didn't want company.

Earth was perfect for them... but it wasn't with all the humans living on it. Killing all the humans would, in their opinion, be perfect for them. Better yet it would be perfect, in their opinion, if they ruled the universe too! They could control the Earth and the universe!

Their plans were going to be on-hold though.

There was an elite secret organization called S.T.A.M.P. Only the people in that group knew about the aliens and their plans. The people of S.T.A.M.P believed in a prophecy that a chosen one and his or her partner would defeat the aliens and save the universe. Ever since they found the prophecy, S.T.A.M.P searched the world for the chosen one to save the universe.

One day, the leader and co-leader of S.T.A.M.P were searching for people that could be the possible chosen one. They were in San Francisco, California, U.S.A. They were looking around in the large crowd when they spotted a man stepping out of a large college with two other men.

"Sir, do you think that's the one?" the co-leader asked hopefully. The leader glared at the man with tired, bloodshot eyes behind his dark shades. He got a good look at him since the two men he was with had left.

"It's him... I know it," the leader muttered, deeply trusting his gut instinct. "We have to make sure to not lose track of him. Shoot the microchip in him." The co-leader nodded. He pulled out a gun-like weapon with a microchip in it. He aimed the weapon, pulled the trigger, and the microchip flew inside of the man's left arm. The man slapped his arm in pain, but it was already in his arm.

"Probably just a damn mosquito," the man grumbled as he walked off.

"I did it sir, now what?" the co-leader asked. The leader took off his shades, revealing his large, mysterious, caramel-brown eyes.

"We begin preparation," he answered.

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Hey! Uh... I don't know if anyone is reading this, but if you are, thanks for reading haha. I got inspiration for this story off of a band I really like. I wrote it a while back and I'm pretty  of it. Criticism and comments are welcome. I hope you liked the first chapter!