Slowly, black stormy clouds were coming like avalanche, claiming everything in the skies. News reporters around the world including major TV station outlets said something of descriptive nature, unnatural occurrence of mammoth proportions. Few made sense of what was in front of them, no one knew how wrong the reporters were wrong. There were few choice words about what was about to show up on the windows of many homes, but nevertheless people around the world were mesmerized by the scenery that nailed billions of people down in front of their television. Creeping across the sky, day was slowly turning towards the night. Many were expecting looters, rapists and murderers to come out of the woodwork, but even the most evil men were down on their knees praying to their respective deities.
Scenic collage of black and white was slowly replaced in countless of people's eyes, every one of them were anxiously waiting for clouds to dissipate eventually revealing whatever was hidden inside. Occasionally fiery red would disrupt from deep within the cloud revealing to everyone that this was no mere cloud, but still everyone was silently hoping, praying that this was the case. That this black and white plague would soon become a harmless cloud.
Slowly across the world several of these mammoth clouds would reveal their true nature. As winds, gravity and the eventuality of it all dissipated, revealing the grim angular surface of star craft no one on Earth knew what it was inside the clouds, only few in their respective positions but alas even they weren't privy to the information of what they were up against, no one knew what they wanted or why they were here but several 'attempts' at making contact landed on deaf ears, so to speak. Every attempt at peaceful contact was met by these giants destroying one city. 5 attempts were made before everyone felt the same grim message despite having several thousand languages on Earth alone.
It was cold, calculating and to the point.
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He was oldest of his siblings currently working in another country so he could provide some financial support to his working class parents. Political strife and uneasiness left his parents with almost nothing. Greedy and corrupt politicians made money for themselves and the party they were aligned to, but for people who chose not to associate themselves with such trifling matters were left on the fringes of society praying for better times. But hey, at least his old country was free. He would often say as he grew up until he realized that there are more layers of freedom.
How dumb was that. After moving 800 miles away he noticed what he was missing and how normal people lived their lives.
As music blared on his headphones, people around him were riveted on their seats watching the slowly unveiling scene. Like there was a kid behind that glass TV opening a present for everyone, as it opened the audience would clap and cheer for whatever the reaction the little tyke made. But this was not such an occasion, an morbid sneer on his face he was online playing D&D with his avatar while many of his 'friends' online were either commenting on the brevity of the revealing scene, or they were down in the dumps plagued by the reality of the situation.
"Guys!! Fucking focus." He wrote to his friends that were about to invade random environmental boss.
He was inwardly laughing at everything that was happening, he was on the JOB, playing his favorite game, while world slowly eroded around him. This was the life. And the visitors that were up in the sky making this happen would get one giant hug from him, since this was one time event and this year's reputation and title was on the line. Make or break.
As the boss's health slowly went down, screen in front of him died, black precipice slowly revealing contours of his body. Leaving him speechless for few moments, thinking that this was some funny joke, he started to move his mouse, often the problem would fix itself but this was not the case. He was slowly focusing on the new noises as he got aware that the music itself stopped. Slowly his heart was griped with fear of what he just lost. Months of preparing. Down the fucking drain.
Turning towards the noises he saw many of the people slowly filing out the door and moving up toward the roof of the building. Others were going down. Wearing their clothes and moving in rapid pace. TV that was in the middle of the room was now vacant and out of power. He slowly took a giant sigh and let his head slowly lean backwards while his palms griped the back of his skull, he started to stretch his legs, slowly calculation his loses.
Not once but twice bleak hand of fate landed on his plate; just moments prior he was praising the heavens for giving him this opportunity to make something out of his strange passion, now just moments into the future he was damning his very existence. The god damn luck of his that he was born in such a time that, not one, not two but multiple space invaders were knocking on heaven's door. What did they want? That was the real question.
"Mom and dad would be proud." as sarcastic as this statement to him seemed to be such were his feelings. They WOULD be proud.
From hordes of movies that tried to predict, embellish or just exploit the fears that many humans have, of the unknown, of aliens that maybe were out there, who knew that most of those movies were a memo for future reference of what would it look like when they ARE evil and didn't give a shit.
Noticing that the area around him was getting darker by the second he took his time and started climbing down to exit this building and hope that he would catch a ride back to his apartment. He was not optimistic that these 'visitors' would grace him with his company. He was thinking such thoughts as he started to walk down the street. Many people that he passed were gazing up in the sky, very few had comments but he could hear them and their fears.
"My God. They destroyed a city...." He heard a voice filled with fear and trepidation whisper to no one.
He smiled, knowing what would happen, it was inevitable that this was the impending end; the result of history that man shaped as much as it did, their fears slowly manifested as their future eroded the hourglass filled with sand; the undeniable violence towards 'lesser' people as they were often known. More advanced civilization always destroyed the smaller one. In this case they were the bigger dog. Now the tables were turned. The tide slowly approaches towards humanity, it's carrying not just debris that humanity left behind but much, much more. Now we know how many people in the past felt as they watched large ships on the sea approach. How fitting.
Droves of people were welcoming these 'visitors' to Earth, but moments into the first contact they tucked tail under their legs and ran as fast as they could. They saw how ruthless the higher power can be, as they obliterated one city without any warning. Paris, once stood tall and proud was no more. People that welcomed these visitors just few moments before that were nowhere to be seen. They all ran. Escape was their only goal. Where would they go? They only knew.
Walking up the street he saw many people different colors and religions mixing together in collage of culture, watching at the giant live feed that was just over the buildings slowly advancing across the day sky. Turning the sun vibrant day into dread filled night.
