Author's Notes:

This is rated M/MA for future and current content. All Characters belong to their respective owners save for the few unique characters I invented.

Chapter 1:

Sweet Memories

**Tristan's POV**

As the darkness enveloped me in a frigid embrace, my mind began to wonder. Returning to happier times, times with my beloved family. The camping trips we used to take during summer vacation, the yearly 4th of July BBQ's, and I remember playing football with my cousins. The happy times with my friends, driving to the beach, going to the movies, or spending Friday nights with them.

Then…. Then façade of the happiness faded away leaving nothing but the memories that I had forgotten till that woman's sharp blow. I could feel the light draining from me as I began to remember…

It was Monday night around 11p.m. and just gotten off from my job at Big Tom's Garage. I was tired. Exhausted. I had a long day in college only to have it topped off by unbelievably crappy day at work. I was supposed to meet up with my parents and sister for dinner, but had to cancel because I was forced to work late tonight. So instead I opted out for some fast food before going back to my apartment to start on my term paper for history. As I drove home I could feel myself slowly begin to welcome the warm comfort that sleep often provides. It was too quiet. I decided to listen to some music to help me stay awake and as I was tuning the radio to find something good to listen to, something unexpected happened….

At that moment overhead there were two golden comets passing over head. A beautiful spectacle to behold for sure, holding my gaze captive for a few brief moments before I was to concentrate again.

As I finally picked a station that was in the middle of playing Nirvana's Come as You Are, a news bulletin came on, cutting off the song. There was lots of static cutting in out and obstructing the meaning of the news bulletin. A man in very stoic voice with the sound of authority said "Attention Citizens of Cost -tschhhh- in the –tschhhh- area this is –ttsssssccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh- the Justice -tschhhhh- of –tschhhhh- has issued a level –tsscchhhh-. All citizens are to –tschhhh- indoors for their own -tschhh-. There is a full –tschhhhhhhhhh- occurring." The message lopped around about four different times until on the fifth loop it was completely engulfed in static after "Cost" and then there was silence once again. Only the sound of the car gently running could be heard.

I could feel my pulse spike at the mention of where this service announcement was centered about. My parents, my sister... My family. They were all in danger, and without a second thought in my mind I pulled a quick 180 degree. I almost gave myself whiplash I was maneuvering so quickly. As I got closer to my family's home the night sky lit up with such vivid colors one might think they were battling one another; the golden streaks of yellow drowning out the few emerald and azure lights that lit up the sky.

The entire town was starting to go crazy after hearing the bulletin and all everyone was trying to do was run, which was difficult because for the most part the streets were littered with unattended cars. I speed all the way to my parent's house dogging most cars and ramming through others. I was five minutes away from the house when I got the call… It's a good thing my phone was connected to my car via Bluetooth, because that is when my sister decided to call me. "Tristan? Tristan!? Are you there Tristan?!" she yelled over the phone.

The voice was so intertwined with fear that for a second I almost did not realize that this voice so full of fear and panic belong to my sister. After the briefest of seconds I responded with a hasty and fumbling " Y-Yea I'm here Tori. What's going on? Where are mom and dad?"

Her voice had calmed down a bit after hearing my voice and said "Tristan there is someone in the house. Mom and Dad were downstairs when I stared hearing the voices." now barely speaking above that of a whisper.

"Voices?" I questioned "What do you mean voices?"

She said in a rather hasty manner "I don't know! Sounds like they're speaking French or Germany or something."

"Um.. okay look where are you? I mean specifically where are you Tori?" I asked as I was now only three minutes away and breaking nearly all the speed limits.

"In mom and dad's room why?" she questioned.

I then told her what to do next "Alright go into their closet. In there is a small safe I want you to open it and then get dad's M9 pistol and load the clip. This is just for insurance okay Tori? I don't want you to do anything stupid."

After a few seconds she replied with "okay I promise to stay out of the way until you can get here. Now what's the combination?" I told her the combination and she did as I asked her to.

After a moment of silence I could hear the shuffling of feet and the rummaging of clothes. Then I heard the tumbles of three locks as they slid into place shortly before there was a small creak. My sister replied with "Ok I have it. N-now what do I do Tristan?"

"Okay now stay hidden in the closet Tori. I'm almost home!" I said rather quickly.

"Okay Tri–tschhh-" The call was cut off by static then followed by more silence…. She never finished saying my name.

The call had spurred me to go even faster… to become reckless. I was picking up speed and without a care in the world my car was now smashing into the abandoned cars left in the street, instead of swerving around them. My heart was beating faster and faster the closer I had to be home, to the point where I thought it was going so fast it would give the Flash a run for his money. For what felt like an hour my heartbeat was as loud as that of a drum line quickly pumping the crimson cells into very muscle and tissue in my body. I was nearly home, just a few houses down when I heard it. Or rather heard them….

Bang! The first shoot rang out as if splitting the night itself in half…splitting my heart. Bang!...Bang! BANG! It was quickly followed by three more shoots. I drove straight onto the lawn leaving the keys in the ignition with the car running and the lights on as I sprinted into the house. Deep and panicked breaths, that's what propelled me forward. The front door was slightly ajar.

I ripped open the door then rushed in. Right into a glowing yellow medieval mace, I could hear laughter as whoever wielded the mace made contact with my head. I was flung into a nearby hall on my right hand side, landing in something wet. Something cold. Something Red… I landed with a sickening squish! And then slide into the wall. I was sprawled out on the floor attempting to move my body as a means to recuperate from the massive blow to my head from the mace.

As I was withering in pain I could hear the heavy sound of steps approaching me. Thump. Thump! Thump! Till some strange alien figure stood over me, glowing in a golden yellow suit lined with black along with some strange ring like symbol in the center. The figure laughed at me with such an evil and manic laugh that it caused my heart to skip a beat from the fear; a laugh that would strike fear into any being as if it utilized fear itself as a weapon of some sorts. He reached down with curved claws and grabbed me by the neck of my tee-shirt pulling me to face level, but all I noticed was the mouth full of razor sharp teeth smiling at with a look of hunger. He reminded me of an orange colored shark minus the fins with sharp claws, what looked like gills on his neck, and eyes filled with a white hot rage. He just growled at me, like something a tiger would do before pouncing on an unsuspecting prey.

He dragged me into the living where there were four other "people," though I could not see clearly who they were because my eye sight was still a little blurry from the blow to my head. But I could clearly tell that two of the four people were laying face down on the floor, another one was on their knees sniffling before another creature in the golden suit. The Shark-like guy threw me closer to where the sniffling person was before turning to the other creature and having some sort of conversation.

As I landed near the sniffling person I could hear a small gaps escape from their lips and utter a single word. One word that filled me with hope and gratitude "Tristan?" she whispered. It was my sister's voice and she was alive. As I looked up at her I could feel the joy returning to me and a sense of relief.

But what stunted and shocked me the most was the state she was in. Once I saw my sister's face…

**Tori's POV**

"Tristan?" I whisper hopefully as I look down at the man who had a little bit of blood running down his nose. Despite the bloody nose and dishevel-ish hair he appeared to be alright…for the most part.

He made a groan of pain before acknowledging my question. With pain laced with his words he replied "Ya? I'm here Tori. What's going on? And who is captain Sharky and his friend over there?" the last of which was said in a joking and contempt filled manner.

I gave my brother a faint smile at his attempt to change the atmosphere of the situation. When I smiled at him he returned the gesture with a slight smirk of his own. I could see the fear in his eyes at the situation and his attempt to make it less of a nightmare. I answered my brother's questions with "I don't know. I was hiding in the closet when that thing with orange skin came in and found me in the closet. It shot something yellow at the phone that disintegrated it!"

"Wait what?" he asked in astonishment. "Really?! What on earth could do something like that?" I questioned her again.

"I don't think that there is anything on earth that could do such a thing..." I gave a brief pause then continued "Then he came at me… I panicked Tristan. I didn't know what to do." I said softly. And I hugged my injured right arm, the one caked in dried in blood, closely to my chest.

I saw his gaze shift to my now battered arm, a look of utter horror came over his followed shortly by face full of sorrow. As if the weight of the world came crashing down upon him. He said rather somberly with down cast eyes " I'm Sorry Tori…" his eyes now meet mine. "I wasn't fast enough… not fast enough to save you…" he said his eyes brimming with tears.

"Tristan it's not your fault." I said before reaching with my good hand to cup his face. "You couldn't have known that today of all days, that there would be an alien attack. So don't beat yourself up." I said as reassuringly as possible.

He reached up with his own hand, covering my own as he placed it gently over mine. "I know Tori its just…" he paused to think for a moment.

However as my brother paused to think and finish his thoughts, a terrible roar was let lose by one of the creatures dressed in the yellow and black glowing suits. They had been arguing the entire time Tristan and I were talking, but now it was starting to get physical. The shark creature shoved other one that possessed the looks of a squid, but walked on three legs. The squid faced one took one step back and with a look of determination stepped forward closing the distance between the two once again and throw a slimy fist into the other's gut. This earned a sharp groan from the other with a low ugh.

It was then that the Shark faced thing gave a low growl before what looked like a yellow shield emerged from the ring on his finger. Then he rammed the squid like creature with said shield taking him by surprise. In retaliation the other one formed a battering ram of sorts with his golden ring and sent flying it towards the shark's shield. While the shark braced for the impact, nothing prepared him for the blow that the squid landed, shattering the shark's shield and throwing him clear across the other side of the room. With a quickness one would not expect from a walking squid he rushed to the shark now with a golden yellow short sword in one hand and a regular one in the other. Trapping the shark beneath him he raised the short sword to the shark's neck and held it there before growling out a very threatening response in a strange dialect while pointing at us. It didn't matter what language you spoke or understood the meaning of his message was obliviously clear and it had something to do with us. My brother and I. And that was to stay away from us.

The squid like creature got up carefully and then just as suddenly as the yellow weapons appeared, they disappeared back into the thin air. The shark then stood up furiously and stalked out the front door onto the yard. He then did something that surprise my brother and I. He spoke. He spoke nearly perfect English, there was a slight accent to the way he talked but he spoke. Due to sheer shock of this neither one of us heard him, instead his words phased right through us. Cocking his head to the side he spoke again "I am speaking your language correct?" he said as if it were a rhetorical question. We were both shocked at his question but I was the first to recover and answer him. I the more rebellious of the two spat back "Yea, we hear you. What do you want?"

A cruel simile appeared over his face and as he spoke it was as if his words were laced with fear "Haha you have a fire of defiance within you. I like that in my females." He took several strides forward his hand outstretched forward. As if looking to capture my face within his slimy tentacle.

He did not get the chance to do so however as my left hand curled up into a fist made contact with I assumed was its stomach of sorts with a sickening squish!

He gave a low growl from the blown as if the strike from me was nothing more but just an annoyance. "Hmm as much as I like that fire….I'm going to enjoy break you. Your Spirit. Your Mind. Your Fire." He said in very sadistic manner as he battered both of my hands away and with another slimily appendage wrapped it around my neck. Giving a slight squeeze and temporarily making it harder to breath to further emphasize his statement. My eyes began to water as a result and from the corner of my eye I could tell my brother did not like this particular predicament.

While the squid was enjoying torturing me, my brother did something that surprised both of us. "NO!" he roared. My brother attacked him with the ferocity of a lion grappling with him until Tristan mange to free me of the squids grasp. I heaved in a large breath, nearly causing me to have a coughing fit. My brother had the advantage for only a moment and that was because of surprise attack and his years of high school wrestling to help him. The moment the squid had managed to recompose himself, Tristan started to lose any edge that he held over the alien. As the battle waged on Tristan's struggled became more and more desperate, looking for any weakness the squid might have to exploit. Tristan smashed his fist into the creature's mouth drawing green blood from the creature; however the tables had shifted in the alien's favor as Tristan's attacks became more and more sluggish. Now it was the alien's turn and he slugged my brother right smack in the middle of his nose drawing Tristan's crimson blood.

The squid had now managed to kick Tristan off of him and create some distance between the two of them. There was still some of the green liquid left on his lip, while Tristan's nose still had a little blood dripping from it. The alien and my brother circle each other for a moment until now Tristan was in front of me. The ever protective brother took one small glance over his shoulder to as if to tell me to run. I gave a small nod and began to walk backwards until the squid noticed my movements gave an irritated growl, it only served to slow my process to the kitchen. "Go" Tristan huffed out.

It was then that I turned and heard the alien say "You wont get far bitch." And then he was once again holding a golden short sword and spiked gantlet on his other fist.

I ran as fast as I could to kitchen now looking for some sort of weapon to use anything that would inflict some type of damage to alien squid. I as I rummaged through the various drawers I could hear a loud crash, followed by umph! It was then followed by ear splitting and blood curling cry as some unknown entity tried to regain its breath. It was the cry of desperate animal attempting to recapture the air escaping from its lungs.

I finally found something that might work a large 10 inch butcher knife with a stainless steel blade and a black plastic handle. Knife in hand with the blade in a downward position, much like the old horror movies; I approached the living room once again the blade reflecting what little light there was. I could see a broken lamp near the entrance of the living room, with a few drops of florescent green liquid on the shade.

I could clearly see what was happening now. The squid was in a crouched position over my brother, his back to me and his hands wrapped tightly around his throat. Tristan's face was just on the verge of transforming from the darker shades of azure to the lightest shades of amethyst. Tristan was attempting to wedge his hands in between the squid's slimy tentacles and allow some air to penetrate through the vice like grip around his throat.

I felt a surge of anger course through my body, filling my belly with a red hot fire. I rushed the squid with the blade raised high above me, ready to strike a crushing blow to the creature harming my brother. My mouth was agape in a silent scream of rage. With all the strength I could muster I plunged the blade in a downward fashion, piercing his right shoulder.

"ARRRGGGGHHHH! You little piece of Shit! FUCK!" He roared and then slightly loosens his grip on Tristan's throat. Which resulted in a sharp gasp as Tristan was able to fill his lungs with the air he had so desperately fought for. The squid's face quickly turned around at me and gave me a death glare. "You'll pay for that!" the alien creature spat out.

That was all the respite that Tristan needed to once again to throw together one more final attack. He plowed his hands down breaking lose the creatures grip on my brother, and kneed him in the groan. Caught complete of guard from Tristan's sudden burst of attack the alien was forced off of my brother. Tristan was now it seemed to be acting on instinct and reach for the kitchen knife still lodge within the squids back before throwing the space creature off of him.

Tristan stood up and stood before me, acting as a protective barrier between the alien and me. The knife point outward as if he were yielding a sword, still dripping with the vibrant emerald liquid. The alien took a second to recuperate before letting out, in a very raged breath "Oh no you don't, earth scum I will not be beaten by the likes of you and that bitch of a sister!" His eyes then flashed gold and he threw out his fist. From the ring he wore on one of his tentacles a yellow see through hand the size of a person, came out and smacked Tristan out of the way. The very same hand then shot out towards me. It wrapped around me in a vice grip. Another yellow clear object came at me. It was a trident shaped object.

I did not notice it at first, I only felt the cold and then there was the sound of dripping liquid hit the floor. Splash…Splash…Splash. I looked down and saw it. I saw the Trident, plunged horizontally across my chest. One of the three prongs was protruding from where my heart would be.

"Shit." I said softly. I felt tired….sleepy almost. My eyes began to flutter open and closed. I was overcome with such tiredness that I so desperately wanted to sleep. The deep sleep began called out my name, beckoning me to come and embrace the sleep. The endless sleep that comes to greet all living creatures. I am just too tired to keep on fighting the sleep….I embraced the endless sleep….