Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or it's characters, only the OCs and the plot being told in this story. All rights go to the respective owners.
Some... force out there ripped the boundaries of space and time to shreds. Maybe it's happened before, in which case every single thing we thought we knew about the universe is wrong. Or, this is the first time, in which case what changed? What happens next? Believe me: it's very, very far from over.
A flash of light burst from the darkness, bright enough to convince one that they were staring at the sun. The light splintered, forming shards around it's centre. An explosion held still.
In another place, in another time, a young man wakes from his bed. Rhys. He moved the long fringe of his dark brown hair to the side, letting the morning light hit his blue eyes. He rubbed the stubble on his chiselled jaw as he made his way to his wardrobe. Concocting his outfit, he settled on a royal purple shirt with black waistcoat and trousers, masking his unkept nature. Settling into a black blazer, he reached into his pocket and brought out his cell phone. Minutes past before a voice finally echoed from his device. It was low yet soft, presenting a sense of calming determination and assurance. "Tyler, great timing. I need you to pick up some kit from the office and meet me."
"What do you mean? Professor, where are you?" He replied with his slightly higher, more youthful voice. Obviously curious yet sounding more irritated than anything.
"That old warehouse from the other week. Hurry now, I don't pay you for fun."
The call ended quickly leaving Rhys with his thoughts. The professor always liked to make these jabs at his expense, at how one so smartly dressed could be so tardy. 'It's not that I'm disorganised exactly' he told himself. 'I just don't agree with the boss' leap of faith attitude to things.' Snapping out of his trance, Rhys made his way out of his apartment and headed towards the CMU. Unaware that his live would soon be changed forever.