Author's note: Hello! This is based off of the new movie, War of the worlds. If you don't like intense fright, paranoia, destruction and slaughters then don't read on. This will be an amazing story. Oh, and if any Fanfiction workers are reading (Even though I don't think there are any…) do us all a favor and make a War of the worlds movie Fanfiction section.
This story is rated T (PG-13) for intense violence, Mild language, and fright.
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A dim moonlight bathed the town of Boston in a seemingly heavenly glow that reverberated off the drenched roads and sidewalks. A chilly wind kicked up and breezed past the trees, shaking them slightly. James Bronson looked out his living room window; his light blue eyes fixed on the storm clouds above him. James wrapped his arms around his chest as a cold chill moved throughout the room. He closed the window then turned his attention towards his TV, which cast a strange colorful aura into the dark tidy room.
He placed himself on a green sofa, which was placed vertically on the left of the TV. A white wooden ceiling fan blew a small current of air downwards at the floor, every now and then a small gust of the wind brushing past James skinny face. "Freak lightning storms shocked the citizens of London. No one knows what caused them, and it seems to be causing much fright amongst the people. And now there seems to be multiple storms starting around New York, Los Angles, Boston, and other regions of the US. I'll have more on the storms later, but now-" The news reporter was cut off as the TV instantly stopped working. James raised a curious eyebrow as he heard everything die down around him. He stood up and glanced at the ceiling fan, which also stopped working; its blades spinning slower and slower.
"What's going on?" He thought as confusion sped through his mind as he gazed at his broken digital watch. "Everything is dead…" He continued as he rapidly walked over to the phone placed on a white wall, which the TV was placed in front of. As he walked over to investigate from the window of his living room a immense crack of lighting shot out of the swirling dark cloud above him; a powerful wind blowing towards the huge cloud that lurked above. Groups of people traveled outside into the roads to observe what was happening. One of them was a Cop named Charlie Wilson. He had been a good friend of James for six years. They met one day when James was working for the force. But he quit and decided to become a Carpenter. James coat started to flutter as the strong winds past him by when he walked outside. He squinted so the freezing cold winds didn't get into his eyes; his arms crossed tightly to hold his coat against his chest. "What's going on Charlie?" James asked as he walked next to his friend who was gazing upwards at the skies with a look of fright and confusion. "We need to get out of here…" Charlie answered with a dull horribly scared voice. James glanced downwards at Charlie's arms, which were shaking slightly from fright. "We have about five minutes." Charlie continued as he pulled out a 9mm handgun from his holster on his side. "What's going on? Why are you so scared-whoa!" James was cut off by a immense shockwave that echoed throughout the area as a lightning bolt hit the same place again. "I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this whole thing…" Charlie muttered as another lightning bolt struck the same ground once more.
The whispers of many confused people talking slowly started to emerge from the streets. Flocks of confused people started walking towards where the lightning had struck. "I'm going to investigate…" James shouted over the voices of the people around him as he shifted past a multiple people to get to the center of the crowd. Again a pale blue colored lightning bolt shot out of the sky and into the same place, but this time it was followed rapidly by six more bolts which each sent a deafening snap of sound each as they hit the ground. "What is this man? I don't know what's happening!" A man shouted as he covered his ears against the load cracks of lightning. James started to notice the stopped cars around him. They were stopped cold in their tracks; some of them crashed into trees and others simply stopped in the road. "It must've been some kind of EMP wave…" James thought to him self as he walked around a man who was angrily pounding the ground with his feet as he looked at the fried engine of his car.
