Of Time, Space and Beyond Humanity Volume 1
When the deadly world of Doctor Who merges with mine, nothing is safe. To end this nightmare, I am sent back through time to find the one person capable of doing so. But what if my actions cause the very future I am trying to save? Well, as a wise man once said: "The future is whatever you make it! So make it a good one!"
"EXTERMINATE!"
"Fuck...you...!"
Admit it, those aren't the best words you'd want to hear or say when you're about to die in front of a Dalek, but they were the last words that I ever spoke in my mortal life, before my life changed in more ways than one. Not to say that it hadn't already, but this time, let's just say things became even more complicated.
My name is Marty Smith, and this is the story of my complex and crazy as Hell life.
First things, first. But not necessarily in that order.
Like I said, my name is Marty Smith. I was born and raised in Belfast,and for the first 20 years of my life I was happy living on Earth. Sure the weather was UK standard, but other than that, I was content with my life, despite all other hardships that I had to put up with.
Anyway, those 19 years were the best I ever had, then, a few months after I turned 20, my whole planet turned to shit. It wasn't anyone's fault though; I mean no-one knew the devastation that was about to befall planet Earth, not until it was too late.
One moment the skies were clear (or as clear as you can get in the UK), the next, giant wormholes appeared around not just the UK, but around the world as well. The scientists went mad debating with each other for a few hours as no-one had ever seen anything like this sort of event before, nor had they any inkling of what this event entailed.
Even Stephen Hawking -the person who wrote the book on this type of thing and the theory of travel through time happening- couldn't explain it. Then, like they say in the movies, the shit became real.
Again, one minute it was calm, the next Hell descended and proceeded to annihilate humanity. In this case it was an armada of nightmares that were thought to be impossible but were evidently not. Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans, you name it, they all
came from there, determined to conquer Earth and eliminate all who got in their way, even each other if necessary. I wouldn't call it a war; who would? More of a massacre, really. I mean, what could we mere humans do against an army of extraterrestrial beings with only one agenda and a lot of superior firepower?
Unfortunately, no-one could stop this apocalypse, as it took all the lives of those that humanity thought would have a chance to stop them. The SAS, the FBI, the CIA and so many more, they all became the first victims in a war that seemed and was impossible to win.
This is where I came in as I was among those who got "selected" to be part of a resistance group who were trying to seek an end to this madness by scouring the globe for an answer, one small step at a time. "Selected" is a choice word, as it was more lottery i.e. Hunger Games than it was actual candidates. We were the Orphans of Humanity, one of the government's (or lack thereof) ways of population control.
They said "resistance group" when they really meant "Suicide Squad." Yep, THAT one. Deadshot, Harley, Deathstroke, the whole thing. We were fed worse lies than the recruits for WW1. "Great Britain Needs YOU!" Yeah, well Great Britain can kiss my ass when I'm through with this. That's if I manage to get through this shit.
Throughout our travels my group dwindled from as high as 100 to the point where it was only myself and my remaining companion left due to the group losing their lives either by sacrificing themselves to save us or by going mad and us being forced to euthanize them to put an end to their suffering.
Eventually, after making our way to what was left of Las Vegas, my "friend" pulled a gun on me and we fought until we were too tired to continue, at which point I put him at rest with the few bullets that were left in the gun. Making my way to the surrounding desert and after checking my supplies to see if I could go a bit further, (which I couldn't, due to them being diminished after the ordeal,) I lay down in the sand and waited for either the heat to take me or a Dalek to find me and finish me off. At least here the execution would be swift and the pallbearers even quicker. I closed my eyes for which I thought would be the last time and like Ben Kenobi at the hands of his old apprentice, accepted my death...
AN. This is the first time I've ever posted something like this to a website like this, even something that I've loved since childhood.
This has been on my mind for a few years now, and even then, it's still a work in progress. Hope you can read this poor SOB's "attempt" at a passion project and leave good criticism about improvements just in case I can do better in the future.
Thanks for reading this first part. Until the next time, take care.
