James Epps loaded the truck with the cement and other construction utilities as his co-workers managed the Cat equipment vehicles.
"Hey, Epps, got a question!"
James met his boss with a handshake before the latter set down his coffee with a disappointed frown. "The stocks and budget we're working with has plummeted due to postponement with several of the trucks. Why is that?"
"Oh, we've run into some trouble with vehicles 92-T and 50-B, one's front axle gave out and the other's experiencing engine problems. Seems to be a loose rock got lodged in it. Finally gave up this morning. Sorry, sir, we're doing everything we can to fix it and get back on track."
The boss nodded, "Good, we…ah…can't afford any more delays because our paychecks depend on punctuality. See to it you're at least up and running by tomorrow. I don't want our family being broken up any time soon."
James smiled, "You got it, boss!" He felt his shoulder being hit in friendly manner before he heard his boss take off to pep talk another worker.
Something purple and fiery caught the corner of his eye, making him scoff and set down his tools in frustration, "What now…"
Many voices called out as he turned.
"Look at that."
"I've never seen something so beautiful."
"Do you think we're going to die?"
He froze when he saw a meteorite, bigger than any of their trucks he wagered, streak down the atmosphere, heading somewhere close by. It grew larger before a loud boom shattered the sound barrier and all cars within a mile of them were awakening with various honks and alarms. It was still growing until less than a mile away, it hit the surface, making the closest buildings crumble.
The Earth seemed to wobble on impact, windows exploded from their places among the towering structures, various objects literally jumped about a foot in the air before settling once more on the ground.
Then silence. Nobody moved. Their radios and cell phones suddenly relayed static, as if the meteorite was blocking the signal more so than the power that, of course, surged and died when it made contact with the Earth. What was even more mysterious was what seemed to emit from the static. Epps swore it sounded like robotic clicking and a soft groan. It was his imagination; his mind was trying to get over the unexpected event but was still in shock.
A co-worker of his, Barley, ran to his side with awe. "Dude, we need to check it out."
Epps scowled, "Hell no, dude! Have you ever seen horror movies? If we go there, we can die or I'll die and you'll have a one-way trip to the psychiatric ward in an asylum. The black guy always dies first. I ain't risking shit!"
Barley sneered, "It fell in an open area and you'll have a team of fifty or so people, paparazzi, and what not. You'll be fine, you big pansy."
"Hey, don't call me names, white boy! If you want to figure what that thing is out, I'm staying here! Have fun getting killed."
"Whatever," the co-worker shouted back as he and almost everybody else abandoned their stations to see what had landed across the bay.
Epps shook his head at the stupidity of his co-workers. They wanted to risk life, that's fine. He'll be the one laughing in the end. He set down another bag of cement before he heard the familiar footsteps of his boss once more.
"Where are all my workers!?"
"They left to visit the crash site."
"Wh-why?"
"Because they're morons, that's why!"
His boss pinched the bridge of his nose, "Since we're alone, can you walk with me. I've been curious as of late about a few things and you're one of my most trusted workers."
"Sure," Epps shrugged as he followed the guy into the building they were working on.
The complex structure they were designing was all but perfect. Epps hated it but his workers as well as he relished their pay so there was no choice in the matter. It was a take it or leave it scenario that none of them could afford to lose.
"You know I've been thinking, our company needs a new president and since we're located across the U.S., the presidency is a big thing. What do you think of this?"
They marveled at the pillars that held the upper level as they continued to walk. "I think it's time for some changes but the U.S.' system of operation is so screwed right now. I would wait to change out our company leader until the right opportunity presents itself."
"Stay here, I want to surprise you with gift from the company. They've looked at your status and are really impressed. Guess your grandfather's luck stayed with you all these years."
"Yeah, good old Grandpa Robert Epps. Rest in peace, Gramps."
He leaned against one of the pillars as his boss ran around a corner and presumably up the stairway. Impatiently, he brought out a cigarette and lit it, savoring the taste and the effects that put his mind at ease.
Several minutes passed and his boss hadn't return. No movement above and no sound on his level. It wasn't like the guy to ditch his worker or leave in general. Whatever his surprise was, it seemed awfully big. Epps couldn't take it any longer. Snuffing his cigarette out on the floor, he followed the supposed path of his boss and called his superior.
"Yo, Boss! Frank! Come on, this isn't funny anymore. Whatever you was trying to prove, do it now or I'll come up there and give you a surprise of my own called my fist in your face!"
No response. He quickly scaled the stairs, muttering to himself until he reached the top and nearly had a heart attack at the sight.
Blood oozed down the left wall, occasionally spitting out from air bubbles like magma clumps. A trail of it was dragged from where he stood to another room on the right. On the window that was just before the entrance to the room, a multiple red smeared handprints clawed relentlessly at it, formerly hoping to open it to scream for help. Visible at his angle, a gaping room-wide hole to the outside lay within the left room, like something thirty feet tall tore it out. There were dents in the doorframe which he assumed this giant thing reached through and caught his boss before he could run down the stairway. How could he have not heard that? Unless…
A clanking noise made James spin around so fast, the Flash wouldn't even be able to do it quicker. In another room, somebody was here. Taking the hammer from his belt which he kept on him at all times, he slowly made his way to the chamber. When he entered, blood was also visible here but it was everywhere and no trail was left. The wall that separated this room from the one where the hole was also had a huge space. Whatever crashed through here certainly had no respect for property, that's for sure.
Behind him, sheer darkness dominated it despite it was daytime. Light reflected off metal that seemed to stretch all the way to the other rooms aligned with it despite only a strip of light revealed a streak of gray. He couldn't tell if they had walls either.
"Son of a bitch," he said breathlessly as he observed every detail of the bloody scene before him.
Static once more clogged his radio, making a deafening screech that made him jump slightly. Right before he had the chance to turn it off, a low growl made goose bumps form on his body. He froze again, listening beyond the annoying static to hear cracking like stiff car joints moving after not being able to for over a decade. Robotic even.
Red suddenly seemed to reflect off the walls which to him meant whatever it was seemed to be right behind him. He didn't have a chance to see what it was before something sharp punctured his waist and abdomen, making him scream and fall forward on the ground.
He desperately tried to crawl away but no avail. He lost track of how many times his body was stabbed, being skinned alive. He screams were drowned by the sound of ripping flesh; the pain that followed was unbearable. He caught a glimpse of red along with large shark-like jagged teeth stabbing into him, desperately trying to get every chunk of meat possible. Bones being torn out, muscle and flesh being torn from his bloody figure. Like being eaten by piranhas; he was still alive.
The creature roared as he tried to hit it as hard as he could. The hammer hit something and the echo of glass-like material cracking was enough inspiration to keep him fighting back. The blur of gray kept him blinded from what he wanted to strike at, but a part of him that was ignoring the pain, the only working sane part now, knew he wouldn't live either way.
His lower spine detached and vanished inside the creature's mouth. His arms, as well as the grasped dented hammer, severed from him in mere seconds. He still screamed. Only when he caught a good glimpse of his predator did his cries die as his head was engulfed in the black void of its jaws. The last sight he witnessed.
"Boss? James? False alarm! The meteorite shattered on impact, nothing remains!" Barley exclaimed. He and his co-workers' smiles faded. "Guys?"
Suddenly, he felt something drip on his face. Pat Pat Pat. He wiped it off before he looked at it and a fellow co-worker in confusion. "Do we have red paint?"
"N-no, sir."
Barley suddenly sprinted to the stairs and in fear yelled, "James! Frank!"
Everybody followed with the same panic including, Lani, James' wife who had heard of the meteorite being in her husband's area and wanted to check on him. She was faster than Barley but before she could reach the top, the building shook as a loud, thunderous noise rattled throughout it and the sound of a jet echoed just seconds behind.
Lani regained her balance and climbed up and as the others reached her position, they heard her shriek in terror, tears running down her face like a waterfall of sorrow. Barley went to her side before putting his hand to his mouth, wide eyes staring down at fresh blood that was scattered throughout the three rooms that had been opened by force to one another. The thing that made them bellow even more was the alien claw-prints that were as wide as a human teenager and as deadly looking as a monster.
If there was a God…well, what God would create this?
AN: Megatron's back, baby! I'll explain later why he's after said descendants soon enough. To be honest, I really wish there was a horror film about Megatron. No Autobots, no Decepticons, just Megatron himself taking sweet revenge on the children of his human enemies.
I know how I mentioned the movie ordeal where the black guy dies first and the first descendant to die is Robert Epps' grandson, who is black. Sorry if that seems racist but one of Kaylana's friends is black and a descendant and (spoiler alert) he doesn't die. I won't reveal much else but hint: only few survive and it's not who you think.