----------Chapter 1----------
Burning Heart
Alan Kashin sat solo on a boulder overlooking the tranquil stream of his farm. The air around him was alive for him,telling him that he was safe. Alan resembled himself into a squating position, his blue eyes watching the glistening river beneath him. He smirked listening to the soft water rushing downstream. He had never felt more alive his world was perfect. There was nothing more he could want though he could sit and think for hours he knew there would be nothing more. The stream hadn't stopped urging itself on, its restless flow beautiful and crisp in the morning sun. Which hung over head, its blaze of orange and yellow fusion warmed the heart and soul. Its gush of power of pure heat ambushed the fringe worlds that laid forth beyond it.It arched over head attempting its destiny of reaching the sky top. As its red and purple waves bolted throughout the morning sunrising sky. He glanced into the small hedge row between the stream and his fathers farm.And more trees surrounded him wrapping him up as though a blanket. There tranquil teal pines jolted in and out of the sapped limbs. Alan had always started his days early and intended on always doing so. So he would lie down by the stream and think over his life. His father and mother had always started there day at seven but Alan was confident in keeping his starting point at six. He'd often think over his child hood growing up on his dad's farm. "Becoming a man now eh?" His father told him as he watched Alan pick up a few large fence posts and put into his truck. "You know it," Alan would smile feeling proud of himself. His dad grimaced "Alan thats a good sign," ...Alan looked dumbfounded "what do you mean daddy," the little boy asked. The stream glistened. His father smiled at his six your old son"im not going to be around all the time Alan you must remember that." "Yes you will daddy," the boy said proudly. His father smallowed moving his fingers though his beard."Your growing up that is a good sign." Alan used to wonder why his father had that talk with him till he was about seven when he came to the conclusion that it was true. Since then Alan had spent as much time with his mother and father even if he had now become the age of twenty-one. His relationship with his father had boosted a few points at his seventh birthday. On the other hand his mother was always against him growing up and she found it painful that he was becoming older. She told him not to grow up, he listened but he could not help that fact. He was older now and he still loved and cared for his mother as always. Alan was suddenly aware that it was past seven o'clock and his father had always came up to the stream to make sure Alan had started his chores. Alan stood up it had to of been nearly ten past seven. His dad had never had a late start over a few minutes. Alan power walked down the path to the hedge row between the farm and stream. The stream glistened He walked though the path feeling the air around him being more horrific. The house had no lights on, it was silent from across the field where Alan stood. He swallowed...hard. He charged down the wheat field the stock rising to around his shoulders. What had happened...had his dad been having a late start? He wanted to know but he couldnt find out until he reached his house. So he ran his adrenalin urged him onward with great strength and dexterity. Alan felt as if his feet had lifted off the ground between footsteps. He could not stop and would not stop till he reached his house he had the feeling something had happened in his heart. It became heavier once he had realized that something happened. As though he had lost a part of him or was. He was hoping it was the was so he could stop what was bound to happen. The wheat struck his ankles and shoes along with his arms and nearly every body part to of which up to his neck. He neared the house about ten meters and he would be there. five meters, he ran with all his might adrenalin as his allie. Alan was ready to open the front door but it had been knocked off its hinges. The door layed half on the ground half on the steps up to the house. Alan knew that there wasnt any way it was knocked off it was definitly ripped off its hinges by a creature with ease. Alan did not want to go into the house he was afraid. The only and first thing that came to his mind was the Zerg. They have been rumoured to be showing up slowely on the planet but have not been attacking in large groups or with much force. A pair of zerglings could have easily of ripped off the door hinges,the question was... is it smart enough. Taking a deep breath Alan ran up the steps into the living room. He gaped his eyes wide with un belief blood was spewn across the floor the ichor of...his father. His dad lay on the floor face downward. "Oh my God," Alan froze. He walked over to his dad and turned him face upwards"Dad are you all ri..." His dad's face had been half eaten! Alans heart suddenly burned with fury and pain and madness and everything! He screamed and leaped back from his dad which corpse lay motionless on the blood stained carpet. "Dad..."he studdered. "Dad no please," Tears bursted into affect in Alans eyes. They rolled in masses down his face. Alan feel to his knees and put his hands over his face as though to hide his tears from an invisible person. He looked at his father once more ,a tear glistened down Alans face. He held his fathers hand and cried on it. "Im not going to be around all the time, Alan you must remember that,"his fathers words cried out in his pained head.Alan Screamed and let down his fathers hand running pass his mom also dead in the hall way. He remained screaming tears flying off his face and he ran out of the non existent door.
Alan Kashin sat solo on a boulder overlooking the tranquil stream of his farm. The air around him was alive for him,telling him that he was safe. Alan resembled himself into a squating position, his blue eyes watching the glistening river beneath him. He smirked listening to the soft water rushing downstream. He had never felt more alive his world was perfect. There was nothing more he could want though he could sit and think for hours he knew there would be nothing more. The stream hadn't stopped urging itself on, its restless flow beautiful and crisp in the morning sun. Which hung over head, its blaze of orange and yellow fusion warmed the heart and soul. Its gush of power of pure heat ambushed the fringe worlds that laid forth beyond it.It arched over head attempting its destiny of reaching the sky top. As its red and purple waves bolted throughout the morning sunrising sky. He glanced into the small hedge row between the stream and his fathers farm.And more trees surrounded him wrapping him up as though a blanket. There tranquil teal pines jolted in and out of the sapped limbs. Alan had always started his days early and intended on always doing so. So he would lie down by the stream and think over his life. His father and mother had always started there day at seven but Alan was confident in keeping his starting point at six. He'd often think over his child hood growing up on his dad's farm. "Becoming a man now eh?" His father told him as he watched Alan pick up a few large fence posts and put into his truck. "You know it," Alan would smile feeling proud of himself. His dad grimaced "Alan thats a good sign," ...Alan looked dumbfounded "what do you mean daddy," the little boy asked. The stream glistened. His father smiled at his six your old son"im not going to be around all the time Alan you must remember that." "Yes you will daddy," the boy said proudly. His father smallowed moving his fingers though his beard."Your growing up that is a good sign." Alan used to wonder why his father had that talk with him till he was about seven when he came to the conclusion that it was true. Since then Alan had spent as much time with his mother and father even if he had now become the age of twenty-one. His relationship with his father had boosted a few points at his seventh birthday. On the other hand his mother was always against him growing up and she found it painful that he was becoming older. She told him not to grow up, he listened but he could not help that fact. He was older now and he still loved and cared for his mother as always. Alan was suddenly aware that it was past seven o'clock and his father had always came up to the stream to make sure Alan had started his chores. Alan stood up it had to of been nearly ten past seven. His dad had never had a late start over a few minutes. Alan power walked down the path to the hedge row between the farm and stream. The stream glistened He walked though the path feeling the air around him being more horrific. The house had no lights on, it was silent from across the field where Alan stood. He swallowed...hard. He charged down the wheat field the stock rising to around his shoulders. What had happened...had his dad been having a late start? He wanted to know but he couldnt find out until he reached his house. So he ran his adrenalin urged him onward with great strength and dexterity. Alan felt as if his feet had lifted off the ground between footsteps. He could not stop and would not stop till he reached his house he had the feeling something had happened in his heart. It became heavier once he had realized that something happened. As though he had lost a part of him or was. He was hoping it was the was so he could stop what was bound to happen. The wheat struck his ankles and shoes along with his arms and nearly every body part to of which up to his neck. He neared the house about ten meters and he would be there. five meters, he ran with all his might adrenalin as his allie. Alan was ready to open the front door but it had been knocked off its hinges. The door layed half on the ground half on the steps up to the house. Alan knew that there wasnt any way it was knocked off it was definitly ripped off its hinges by a creature with ease. Alan did not want to go into the house he was afraid. The only and first thing that came to his mind was the Zerg. They have been rumoured to be showing up slowely on the planet but have not been attacking in large groups or with much force. A pair of zerglings could have easily of ripped off the door hinges,the question was... is it smart enough. Taking a deep breath Alan ran up the steps into the living room. He gaped his eyes wide with un belief blood was spewn across the floor the ichor of...his father. His dad lay on the floor face downward. "Oh my God," Alan froze. He walked over to his dad and turned him face upwards"Dad are you all ri..." His dad's face had been half eaten! Alans heart suddenly burned with fury and pain and madness and everything! He screamed and leaped back from his dad which corpse lay motionless on the blood stained carpet. "Dad..."he studdered. "Dad no please," Tears bursted into affect in Alans eyes. They rolled in masses down his face. Alan feel to his knees and put his hands over his face as though to hide his tears from an invisible person. He looked at his father once more ,a tear glistened down Alans face. He held his fathers hand and cried on it. "Im not going to be around all the time, Alan you must remember that,"his fathers words cried out in his pained head.Alan Screamed and let down his fathers hand running pass his mom also dead in the hall way. He remained screaming tears flying off his face and he ran out of the non existent door.