The family was on the road, enjoying the fresh Montana winds and the magical scenery that was just outside the car's window. Everything was perfect, up until an action figure was thrown out of the car.
"You're such a jerk Michael!", screamed the young boy in the back seat.
"It was an accident Jason!", yelled the previously named boy.
"You don't 'accidentally' throw something like that! You even wound up!", argued Jason.
"Boys, please!", butted in the father, "Can't we just go five minutes without the arguing? The whole point of this vacation was to bring us closer together, and that's not going to happen if you're constantly at each other's throats!"
"But he threw it out the window!", Jason complained.
"Sweetie," the mother started, "we can always get tou another toy."
"No you can't! Not this toy!", Jason said, tears forming in his eyes.
"Jason, that's enough.", the father ended the conversation with that.
Jason sunk into his seat on the verge of crying, not believing what his brother had done.
"Abuelo Guadalupe gave me that toy!", Jason thought, "I was supposed to keep it forever to remember him better."Jason looked towards the window, only to focus on a reflection of himself. He was a young boy at the age of six, with short black hair and eyes as dark as coal. He had tanned skin from playing outside on his grandfather's ranch. As he moved his eyes to the right, he saw another reflection of himself, only now he had blonde hair, slightly lighter skin, and green eyes like emeralds. He then noticed it was just his stupid twin brother Michael.
Michael looked at his younger twin with a tinge of regret, sorry for what he had done.
"Well, it's not like that was your only toy!", the older twin stated, believing that would cheer his brother up.
It did not.
"I'm gonna kill you cabrón!", Jason yelled while reaching for his brother.
"Jason Cain Ramirez!", the father yelled.
"Where on earth did you leard that word young man?", his mother asked.
"Dad says it all the time!", Jason explained pointing to his dad.
"Jacob, really?! In front of the kids?!"
"Hey, I'm the adult here Sue! He knows better than to copy something like that!"
"Take it back Jason!", yelled Michael.
"Make me!", yelled back Jason.
As the family quarrel continued, none of them realized the burning metal falling from the sky.
The smell is what woke him up. It was like somebody put meat on a grill, but it made him more sick rhan hungry. When Jason opened his eyes, he immediately wished that he kept them closed, for when he looked to the front of the car, he saw two adult sized shillouettes engulfed in flames.
"Mom! Dad!", the boy was stunned.
In front of him were the burning bodies of his parents. But unfortunately, they were still alive. Screaming. Trying to get the flames off of themselves.Jason looked to either side of himself, trying to find his brother.
"Jason! Get out!", his father yelled with all his might.
At that moment, Jason went in the pocket on the seat in front of him, grabbed his music player, and opened the door to escape the doomed vehicle. He then ran to the side of the road, where he watched as the car was destroyed in a great ball of fire, along with his parents.
He couldn't move. He had just seen the people who raised him, loved him, get taken away in a raging blast. He was alone.
Well, that's what he believed.
From behind him, Jason heard very audible thuds approaching. Curious as to what was making the noise, he looked back and his gaze was met with a pair of blood red eyes.
Upon further inspection, Jason saw that the owner of said eyes was an eight foot tall white man. Not Caucasian, but chalk white skin. In the man's left hand was a dead animal, or that's what Jason assumed.
The man looked at the boy in front of him, small, fragile, weak. His gaze then shifted to the burning wreckage in the middle of the road, putting two and two together. He then looked back at the child, and turned his translation device on.
"You were in that pile 'a junk?", the man asked.
Jason could only swallow and nod his head at the ghostly behemoth.
"Hmm... and yer people? Were they in there too?"
Again, the boy nodded his head at the man.
"Well, just by the smell alone I can already tell they're toast... Welp! Good luck kid! ", the man said while walking away, giving a two finger salute.
"Are you the reason this happened?!", the boy asked, finally finding his voice.
The man stopped, wanting to see the boy's reaction.
"Meh, probably.", the pale giant mused.
As he said this, Jason picked up a nearby branch and charged at the one responsible for his pain. Blinded by rage, the boy struck the man, only to amuse the giant.
"Ha ha, okay! So you've got some fight in ya eh? Good!", as he said this, the man picked the boy up and flung him over his shoulder. Now at a better angle, Jason saw that the 'dead animal' was actually a creature he had never seen before. To him, it was something alien.
"Oh yeah! Kid, meet Torraq! He's the reason I'm here! Had ta visit five different planets just ta find 'em! Don't try talkin to em though! Dead as yer people!"
"Where are tou taking me?! Let me go!", Jason yelled, trying to fight his way out of the man's grip.
"What, and leave ya here? No, the Main Man's got some plans for you kid!"
And with that, the man took Jason and the corpse to his space bike, ready to begin the fun.