At The Edge Of The Universe.

This Changes Everything.

                                                                                         (Eddie's POV.)

For some reason, something feels different about today. Mum and I just got the news of Dad's death some days ago. Before his death, Dad was a fighter in The Rebound, a rebel militia organization fighting with the sole purpose of defending the earth from Volvotron's brutal and forces. Mum never wanted him to leave, but dad was strong-willed and wouldn't let anything take his mind off his goals. This time around, his goal was simple: Kill Volvotron. Or Destroy him. Nobody, except my dad, has ever seen Volvotron face to face. He only showed himself to the world on large display screens declaring his dictatorship on the day of the Takeover. But rumor has it that he's a fusion of organic and machine parts, like a cyborg, per-se. A few months back, I remember dad packing his things and heading to the research and genetics lab for a Bio upgrade. Fighters who were going to take on Volvotron's forces usually got Bio-implants. The type of implant a person gets depends on his genetic make-up, and continuous training and skill acquisition can improve the implant's abilities in the long term. Also, a temporary ability boost is obtained when a soldier ingests adrenaline or experiences an overwhelming surge in willpower.

Dad got an STG implant, mainly based on strength and physical prowess. He was a legendary fighter before the takeover, known to have completed impossible missions in Afghanistan. Although he only fought for a few months with The Rebound, he was the only soldier who ever faced Volvotron man-to-man. Hell, he was the only one to ever get up to the Inner Chamber of Volvotron's Mothership. He sacrificed his life for the greater good of the earth, and he always told me that I could be greater than anyone, even myself, ever imagined.

Yeah, right.

I'm just a weak, spineless 17- year old completely unfit for this vast, ever-changing world. 

I look up into the bloody sky and back at the landscape. My house is just a few meters away.  "Mum must be waiting," I say to myself. I went out to get my morning coffee, and now mum needs me in the restaurant. Rantel-X, my mum's restaurant, was one of the best hotspots in the whole city. It was the only way for our family to keep body and soul together during these hard times. Slowly, my drabby steps change into an effortless jog and eventually a full-blown run. Suddenly I am cut short in my tracks when I step on something strange. It looked like a golf ball on initial analysis, but I applied pressure on it, and some red, juicy liquid shot out of it right into my half-open mouth. It was then it suddenly hit me.

𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢n 𝘦𝘺𝘦.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯.

Crippled with fear, I shot backward like a misfired bullet and landed square on my butt. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. My skin felt like a rough untarred road because of the size and amount of goose pimples that covered it. Slowly, I stand up and walk back to where the eye laid, and only a few meters away, I find a body missing an eye. The marks around the eye socket indicate someone gouged it out with an outdoor knife. "D.H. Russell Canadian Belt Knife," I say to myself. I might not have mentioned it, but I'm crazy for weapons. Slowly, my sanity begins to return, and I decided to look around me. That is when I notice that there are thousands of bodies lying on the street. The murders have been committed in such disdainful fashion and must be the handiwork of Volvotron's robots. Our city now lies in ruins, and nothing can even be salvaged from it. Suddenly a sickening thought wriggles its way into my head, and my face turns blue with fear.

𝑴𝒐𝒎.