CHAPTER 1
"RUN!
Get out of there damnit! O no... NO!" He fell right in front
of me. Eyes wide open and still barely breathing,
"James!
James speak to me damnit!" Finally, he opened his mouth blood
spewing out while trying to speak,
"You... you...," I
couldn't make out what he was saying till finally,
"Run
John... Run now..."
Suddenly I heard a switch flip and James
started to rise, but due to fatigue and the plasma wound, it made
things much more difficult. He finally made his last and final
stretch to get up and started to walk towards the protoss army. I
watched with heartache as James constantly tumbled to his knees, but
somehow, found the strength to make it up again.
"James!
Stop... no."
Then, James turned around, responding to my
call for help, "Go now John, You are part of the chain
John."
"WHAT CHAIN!" I yelled with
questioning.
"Goodbye John..."
Suddenly old memories
started to flash by John. He gazed down and pulled out his favorite
picture. His daughter and James's son playing with each other on the
swings. He looked up again.
"DIE YOU BASTARDS!
AHHHHHHHHH!"
James ran straight through
the army and then the massive explosion took place. I finally
realized it was a dream and woke up sweating. I peaked over to my
left and my wife, Megan was there, fast asleep. Having a wonderful
dream no doubt. But somehow, that didn't ever seem possible to
happen to me. I pulled the covers down and walked downstairs to the
kitchen. Megan hadn't gone shopping yet, so the food was limited. I
opened the refrigerator and found some left over steak from the night
before.
As I was putting it in the microwave I reached into my
pocket and found the same picture from my dream.
Could it have
been a sign?
"Tsk Tsk Tsk," I said to myself, "I
gotta stop having these horrible nightmar-"
And a voice
interrupted, "And why is that John? So you can forget about the
time you left me there on the battlefield?"
I turned around
quickly, but all saw was my daughter Rachel.
"Rachel, honey,
it's a little early to be up don't you think?"
"Don't
play dumb with me John. You know who this is!" The voice was
James, I knew it, but it wasn't physically possible for that to
happen.
"Have you enjoyed the memories I have been
transferring to you John?"
"Shut up! You're not James!
James would never torture me in such ways as this. You fowl corrupted
piece of shit!"
"Oh! HAHA... keep it down there John.
Don't want to wake up your wife now do we?"
"Who are
you!"
"Why, it's me John. It's Connor. James
Connor..."
"I know your last name."
"John;
how can I say this. Do you remember when I told you to, "run."?
Run..."? Well after the explosion I was teleported away."
"I
don't understand." And I didn't.
"Someone saved me John.
I was saved by the zerg. They took me to Char and revived me, made me
stronger, and now, I am Kerrigan's right hand man."
"You're
sick."
"Oh John, you don't understand how good it
feels to become infested. Sure, it sound gross, but after you feel so
alive!"
"Just shut up and tell me why you came here and
why now?"
"Alright I'll get right to the point. The
zerg need you."
"WHAT?"
"Did I stutter
John? Yes, we need you. The xel naga are savages. They are planning
on creating a plasma nuclear warhead and crashing it on Char.
we-"
"Well, it's about time they destroyed the zerg. We
have no use for those low life parasites."
"YOU TAKE
THAT BACK!"
"I will if you leave my daughters body and
get out of my house."
"John John John. Someday in the
near future? You will join us. And you will fight along side me
again."
"And how's that going happen?" Suddenly
my daughter spoke, "Daddy? Why am I downstairs?"
"Oh
its ok baby, just go back to bed."
She walked up the stairs
and shut her bedroom door.
The phone rang and right away I picked
it up, "Hello? John Young speaking."
"Hello John."