Okay, more of the sequel to "The Coming of the Past". As usual, e-mail me
if you wish. Oh, just so you know, this will take on a new writing style.
You will also get to read scenes that don't have Aya in them, unlike the
original where the story only followed her.
Aya pulled into the driveway of the house that she decided to stay in. She had packed a cooler of food and some clothes for her and Eve, who was reluctant to come put barely protested.
It was a fairly small house. White with green shutters, it was in a non- crowded part of the city. The neighbors were more than a hundred yards away from it, on both sides. Aya got out of the car and pushed up the door to the garage. It mostly had been cleaned out, so she easily fit her car in there.
Aya carried a suitcase to the back door. It was locked. She made Eve stand back as she kicked the door with all her strength. The rusty lock on it easily broke and the door swung open. She had never been in here before, but from the looks of it nobody had been here for quite a while.
The back door led directly to the kitchen. The counters along the wall were covered in dust and the refrigerator was unplugged and had the doors hanging open. The floor hadn't been swept in a year. Each footstep the two took kicked up a small cloud of dust.
Aya navigated the rest of the house, which must've been kept well clean before it was abandoned. Aya never expected this out of Jerome Michaels, who previously owned this before he died. The house was still fully furnished since Jerome's only living relative, his stepsister, lived in Albany New York and was yet to come down and get the stuff he left her, including the house. The weaponry Jerome once owned was confiscated by government agents, but left everything else alone.
"Well Eve, what do you think?" Aya asked. Eve didn't respond. Aya walked up to Eve, who was now about as tall as her, and looked into her eyes. "I know it's not home, but we have to stay here. It's for our own good." Eve looked away and began exploring the house on her own. Aya laid down on the dusty couch in the living room and dozed off.
-Unknown place-
"Sir, I have the new weapon we requested," a man in a lab coat informed a man much larger than him. The two were in a firing range.
"Let me see it." The man grunted.
"Here No. 9," the worker handed a large gun to the man.
"What did you call me?" The large man shouted and then slammed the worker into the wall and pinned him there with the barrel of the gun.
"No. 9 sir. It's your rightful rank to take the place of the fallen leader, since you are now the leader," the man quickly responded and began to heavily sweat. "Only following regulations."
"No. 9 was an idiot. He was the worst leader known to the race of humans and I will not be referred to as the same name of him." The large man lowered the gun. "Besides, there are a lot of regulations that no longer exist thanks to me."
Another man entered the room. "So, what would you wish to be called?" he asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice. He dismissed the worker.
"What does it matter? Call me what ever you want."
"So, if I were to call you say, Cappy, you wouldn't care?"
"What ever melts your butter. Now, tell me what my new gun can do for me." The leader stated.
"Well Cappy," he smirked as he said that, " it is the most powerful gun ever known to man that could be handled by just a man. It can blast through a concrete wall and still have plenty of killing power." The man seemed proud of himself.
"What are the draw backs Peterson?" The large man asked. "What is wrong with it?"
"Well, it is loud, and it is single shot. You have to reload after every shot you take."
"Fine." The man shot the huge rifle, and it blasted through the wall on the other side of the range, and killed an unlucky technician. "I love it."
Aya awoke at night and saw Eve watching the television in the room. She was watching the news for some reason. The reporter began speaking "after the presidents murder last night, we have now confirmed many more murders. Some had been of government jobs, and the most recent being the murder of Rupert Broderick, an FBI agent killed not long ago. He died of a deep wound to the abdomen by a weapon that is yet to be determined. It looks to be by some sort of blade, but has left an odd type of residue."
Aya instantly broke down in a soft cry. Eve got on the couch next to Aya and wrapped her arms around her shoulder for comfort. Aya jerked from her sorrow with one thought. The notebook.
Aya pulled the car out of the garage, and raced over to the place Pierce was staying. It was an old run down motel. All the rooms were accessible from the outside in a row. She quickly went to the room he wrote down on the paper for her. She banged on the door. Aya waited a couple of seconds, then banged again. Pierce opened it up, also looking sad. Aya instantly hugged him, for they both obviously needed it. "Pierce, we need to find out if the notebook was recovered by police."
"I already called. They found nothing like it. We have to get out of here."
"Do you have a gun?" Aya asked, although she knew that he didn't like handling guns.
"Yes. A revolver." Pierce showed it to her.
"I've never seen you have a gun before."
"Well, we have never been directly attacked like this before."
"Yes we have. Last year."
"This is different. They're taking a much more subtle approach, making it more dangerous."
"Go check out. We need to go."
A jeep sped into the parking lot. Three sluggish men jumped out of the back. They were golem soldiers, here for Pierce's assassination.
"Let's move," Pierce encouraged. "We don't have a chance with three of them." Pierce led her at a fast run to his SUV, parked at the end of the complex. The golems pursued. He unlocked the door of his vehicle and jumped in, opening the other door for Aya. She hopped in and Pierce pulled out, and ran over 2 of the golems at high speed before exiting the parking lot. The big jeep pursued them. It raced up to the side of the SUV, and the driver became visible. He was wearing the golem soldier outfit but was obviously not in any way a cyborg. The driver pulled a pistol out and shot out his window, and Pierce steered hard to the left. The SUV lost all traction and rolled. It did 2 barrel rolls until finally stopping, on its back.
Aya had all her wait on the back of her shoulders and neck. She rolled over and looked a Pierce. He wasn't wearing his seat belt and had banged his head somewhere. He was unconscious. She opened her door, and crawled out. She moved over to Pierce's side and tried to open the door, but failed. She kicked out the window and began dragging Pierce out. He was out to his waist and headlights flashed in Aya's eyes. The jeep was on its way back. Aya pulled Pierce's body out of the car and moved away just in time to avoid the collision of the Jeep to the flipped SUV. The man jumped out of the Jeep and scanned the area. Aya took careful aim with her pistol, and shot the man in the head. He dropped dead.
Aya set Pierce on the grass and looked up and down the street. There were no cars, coming or going. Aya knew one thing. The Golems knew where Eve was and she was unprotected. Aya struggled towards her safe house, carrying Pierce with her.
Aya pulled into the driveway of the house that she decided to stay in. She had packed a cooler of food and some clothes for her and Eve, who was reluctant to come put barely protested.
It was a fairly small house. White with green shutters, it was in a non- crowded part of the city. The neighbors were more than a hundred yards away from it, on both sides. Aya got out of the car and pushed up the door to the garage. It mostly had been cleaned out, so she easily fit her car in there.
Aya carried a suitcase to the back door. It was locked. She made Eve stand back as she kicked the door with all her strength. The rusty lock on it easily broke and the door swung open. She had never been in here before, but from the looks of it nobody had been here for quite a while.
The back door led directly to the kitchen. The counters along the wall were covered in dust and the refrigerator was unplugged and had the doors hanging open. The floor hadn't been swept in a year. Each footstep the two took kicked up a small cloud of dust.
Aya navigated the rest of the house, which must've been kept well clean before it was abandoned. Aya never expected this out of Jerome Michaels, who previously owned this before he died. The house was still fully furnished since Jerome's only living relative, his stepsister, lived in Albany New York and was yet to come down and get the stuff he left her, including the house. The weaponry Jerome once owned was confiscated by government agents, but left everything else alone.
"Well Eve, what do you think?" Aya asked. Eve didn't respond. Aya walked up to Eve, who was now about as tall as her, and looked into her eyes. "I know it's not home, but we have to stay here. It's for our own good." Eve looked away and began exploring the house on her own. Aya laid down on the dusty couch in the living room and dozed off.
-Unknown place-
"Sir, I have the new weapon we requested," a man in a lab coat informed a man much larger than him. The two were in a firing range.
"Let me see it." The man grunted.
"Here No. 9," the worker handed a large gun to the man.
"What did you call me?" The large man shouted and then slammed the worker into the wall and pinned him there with the barrel of the gun.
"No. 9 sir. It's your rightful rank to take the place of the fallen leader, since you are now the leader," the man quickly responded and began to heavily sweat. "Only following regulations."
"No. 9 was an idiot. He was the worst leader known to the race of humans and I will not be referred to as the same name of him." The large man lowered the gun. "Besides, there are a lot of regulations that no longer exist thanks to me."
Another man entered the room. "So, what would you wish to be called?" he asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice. He dismissed the worker.
"What does it matter? Call me what ever you want."
"So, if I were to call you say, Cappy, you wouldn't care?"
"What ever melts your butter. Now, tell me what my new gun can do for me." The leader stated.
"Well Cappy," he smirked as he said that, " it is the most powerful gun ever known to man that could be handled by just a man. It can blast through a concrete wall and still have plenty of killing power." The man seemed proud of himself.
"What are the draw backs Peterson?" The large man asked. "What is wrong with it?"
"Well, it is loud, and it is single shot. You have to reload after every shot you take."
"Fine." The man shot the huge rifle, and it blasted through the wall on the other side of the range, and killed an unlucky technician. "I love it."
Aya awoke at night and saw Eve watching the television in the room. She was watching the news for some reason. The reporter began speaking "after the presidents murder last night, we have now confirmed many more murders. Some had been of government jobs, and the most recent being the murder of Rupert Broderick, an FBI agent killed not long ago. He died of a deep wound to the abdomen by a weapon that is yet to be determined. It looks to be by some sort of blade, but has left an odd type of residue."
Aya instantly broke down in a soft cry. Eve got on the couch next to Aya and wrapped her arms around her shoulder for comfort. Aya jerked from her sorrow with one thought. The notebook.
Aya pulled the car out of the garage, and raced over to the place Pierce was staying. It was an old run down motel. All the rooms were accessible from the outside in a row. She quickly went to the room he wrote down on the paper for her. She banged on the door. Aya waited a couple of seconds, then banged again. Pierce opened it up, also looking sad. Aya instantly hugged him, for they both obviously needed it. "Pierce, we need to find out if the notebook was recovered by police."
"I already called. They found nothing like it. We have to get out of here."
"Do you have a gun?" Aya asked, although she knew that he didn't like handling guns.
"Yes. A revolver." Pierce showed it to her.
"I've never seen you have a gun before."
"Well, we have never been directly attacked like this before."
"Yes we have. Last year."
"This is different. They're taking a much more subtle approach, making it more dangerous."
"Go check out. We need to go."
A jeep sped into the parking lot. Three sluggish men jumped out of the back. They were golem soldiers, here for Pierce's assassination.
"Let's move," Pierce encouraged. "We don't have a chance with three of them." Pierce led her at a fast run to his SUV, parked at the end of the complex. The golems pursued. He unlocked the door of his vehicle and jumped in, opening the other door for Aya. She hopped in and Pierce pulled out, and ran over 2 of the golems at high speed before exiting the parking lot. The big jeep pursued them. It raced up to the side of the SUV, and the driver became visible. He was wearing the golem soldier outfit but was obviously not in any way a cyborg. The driver pulled a pistol out and shot out his window, and Pierce steered hard to the left. The SUV lost all traction and rolled. It did 2 barrel rolls until finally stopping, on its back.
Aya had all her wait on the back of her shoulders and neck. She rolled over and looked a Pierce. He wasn't wearing his seat belt and had banged his head somewhere. He was unconscious. She opened her door, and crawled out. She moved over to Pierce's side and tried to open the door, but failed. She kicked out the window and began dragging Pierce out. He was out to his waist and headlights flashed in Aya's eyes. The jeep was on its way back. Aya pulled Pierce's body out of the car and moved away just in time to avoid the collision of the Jeep to the flipped SUV. The man jumped out of the Jeep and scanned the area. Aya took careful aim with her pistol, and shot the man in the head. He dropped dead.
Aya set Pierce on the grass and looked up and down the street. There were no cars, coming or going. Aya knew one thing. The Golems knew where Eve was and she was unprotected. Aya struggled towards her safe house, carrying Pierce with her.