So I started out strong and absolutely SMASHED IT!!!
This was a really strong start. I was a little intimidated at first, but I realize when I wake up and just take care of Business, it was a simple matter of getting the story done. One thing that I feel really helped is that when I awoke a little early, I read and took fifteen minutes of me time, and visualized the next part of the story. I spent a good ten minutes in bed just visualizing the scenes, and thinking about what I was going to write. That was a huge factor I felt it in making the progress I did, though I took plenty of words to get there, the words felt good.
Of course, nobody drafted a masterpiece in the first go (not that I know of at least,), but I feel and really like this story, so we’ll keep it up.
Enjoy what I spat out. If there is awkward phrasing or repetitions trust me I know. It’s just a simple line edit I do to make sure it can be read. The real hard-core editing takes more than a day to do, but just enjoy the filth that is my first draft, or as I like to say “My Diamond in the rough!”
Enjoy Day One of Attack on Heaven(Still work in progress)
Its a long one!!
Part 1: breakfast
It’s been 7 years since that day. I didn’t realize it until I woke up that morning, and saw the date. Christmas eve, 2027. I didn’t have any plans to go to the mall that day but it was strange how the thoughts and feelings lingered that morning. Even as I showered, brushed my teeth and went through my whole morning routine I was still that little girl without a clue what was going on. The smell of the fire as the mall burned, the sight of my mom turning to a cloud of dust, her bones rattling to the floor. It was all as real to me as it had been that day. What really bothered me thought, was as I went downstairs to have breakfast with the rest of my foster family,I could still hear the song that played that day. The strange etheric otherworldly song echoed in my head, It would do so for the rest of my life.
“Are you okay Clara, you seem a bit out of it,” Jessica my foster mom asked.
“I’m fine Mom,” I said. Jessica was always caring. I never told them about that day. Even though I had gone to counseling and people always wanted to know, I told them I would just sooner forget. Perhaps finally talking about it would help, but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know If I would ever be ready.
“Are you sure? You haven’t touched your bacon at all and it will get cold,” She pointed. She was a heavier set with women with short blonde hair, and as she pointed at my food it made feel as though she wanted to eat it. I knew that wasn’t the case but I couldn’t help the thought.
“Really I’m fine, It’s just…” It was a lot of food. We had porridge, eggs, bacon, sausage, with toast and there was fruit and pancakes as well. She had preparaed a lot for Christmas eve, and I sat at the table with nine others, but still for me, it was too much.
“It’s a lot of food for her,” Tommy finished for me. He was still that sweet and thoughtful boy I remember having to take care of since that day. He was eleven now, and he was smart, Oh boy was he Smart! He got straight A’s and he was always reading a new book I swear, and…
“Are you okay Clara?” Tommy asked in a whisper, the other kids were looking as well. We had some neighbors over, the Henderson’s or Andersons or…something like that, I couldn’t remember. The father was named Dale that’s all I caught.
“I’m fine, I’m just thinking. I have lot on my head.I still haven’t finished my social studies project either so I’m a wee bit stressed,” I replied. It was true I hadn’t finished my social studies project, it was simple enough and something I knew plenty about but this whole winter break I had procrastinated. I guess I just wasn’t in the mood for working. My teacher wouldn’t like that.
Chad, My foster Dad, started to bang his fork against his glass for a toast. He wasn’t usually a talkative man, but I had learned when he spoke I should listen. “Everyone, I just wanted to toast to our fourth Christmas together as a family, and wanted to thank the Petersons for joining us,”
Ahh right. That was their name Peterson.
“Well thanks a ton we appreciate that,”Dale said ”You guys have been absolutely wonderful and welcoming. Makes me feel like I’m back home in Wyoming frankly,”
. We had invited them over because they just moved into the neighborhood, and we met them at church. They didn’t have friends and my fosters were always trying to make more.
“Oh but wait, it gets better!” Jessica said excitedly, she opened up the sliding door and skittered outside. second later she brought a huge black bag of presents and began to hand them out to the children at the table.
The scene was very ideal as we sat. It was everything you would hope for from a christmas breakfast. That was interrupted a bit, for me at least as Chad opened the sliding door to the back patio. The warm air flooded in and even though everyone was transfixed on the packages in his hands all I could think of was how much things had changed. Jessica had left the sliding door open. She was so excited she forgot to close it. I got up and went to close it and looked outside. I felt the warm winter air wash over my skin like a balming wind. I smelled the fragrent air of fresh pine needles. It was winter alright. I starred up at the deep green moon that hung in the sky, like an all seeing eye the watched over the world. Ever consicous, waiting for it’s moment to strike, the deep dark cracks on the surface seemed strangely bloodshot. Those cracks, that’s where the nephilim lived, from within the moon they came, and from within the moon they would come again.
“Are you going to close it?” one of the children asked, she was a cute girl with pigtails. She looked about ten years old.
“Yeah,” I said pulling the door close, My eyes lingered on the floating moon for a while longer before I sat down. Apparently I had taken someone’s notice because Jessica started her explanation for my apparently “odd” behavior.
“Don’t mind her, she has always been fascinated with that moon. From time to time I can see her watching over it for hours,”
“I don’t watch it that much,” I spat out flatly
“Oh not compared to when you first got here. I remember everynight I’d find her sitting on the roof staring at that thing.”
“What is that thing?” This came from a their little boy, he looked about five years old “I call it the moon, but then my mom says the moon is the white one. So what’s the green one called?”
Apparently the mother didn’t seem at all interested in clarifying herself as she just sat there slicing away at a pancake ignoring her son. The adults didn’t answer either,I never understood why. Many adults had a hard time even accepting that things had changed and liked to pretend to us kids like nothing had. I had only just turned sixteen, but I was old enough to know that things were different, radically different. I just didn’t say anything because deep down, I wasn’t much different than them at all. I was scared to talk about it too.
Then Tommy spoke up, “ Your mom’s right. The white one is called the moon. The green one is called the nephililms moon. They look similar but the nephilims moon is a bit smaller, and while the regular moon shines from reflected sunlight, the nephilim’s moon generates it’s own light.”
Jessica was shaking her head. They didn’t like Tommy or anyone saying Nephilim around the house.
“Ooohhh,” the boy moaned staring back at the moon,”What are the black lines then?”
Again Tommy was the one who answered, “They are craters. Apprently they are deeper than marianas trench and and run through the whole moon. We think it’s from those cracks the Nephilim come from,”
“Tommy!” Jessica snapped.
“Sorry, I mean the giants.”
“Giants?” The boy asked,
Tommy looked at me, ignoring the petrified adults. I nodded my head.
“Seven years ago…Today actually,” Tommy said it as though he had just realized this “The giants came from out of nowhere, and then began to attack, one was so bad even just staring at it, an entire city was turned to bone and…”
“I think that’s enough,” Chad said signaling Tommy to stop with his story. The parents looked a little upset, but it was the look on the boy, and the other children I think that did it. The boy had his eyes locked and seemed fascinated, while the older girl about Tommy’s age, and the the other boy were clearly upset by the story.
“Buy why? I liked the story,” the boy replied
“It’s not appropriate,” his mother said finally.
“It was just one day. One day seven years ago, and since then everything has been normal and will continued to be normal,”
Jessica began to shake her head. The topic obviously made the adults uncomfortable. That was always the case. It was this reason why I hadn’t even bothered telling them about what had happened to me in the first place. They liked to pretend what happened didn’t even happen or that the whole world wasn’t in a crisis preparing for it. It was always those religious nutjobs who didn’t want to accept that we had been attacked, and that people, millions of people were killed, and it wasn’t the end. It would never be the end as long as that moon was there. Nothing would be normal again, we would always be in danger, and pretending like it would be just made feel so…
I stood up shaking,
“Where are you going Clara, aren’t you going to play some games with us?” Jessica asked. She knew I was upset, but was playing and trying to sound as normal and tranquil as possible.
I breathed in and out slowly. I finally answered when I stopped shaking.Everyone was staring so I tried to make a good show of it.
“Its fine, I’m just tired is all and I still have my social studies project and wanted to try and get it done before we went out today,”” I said with a forced smile.
“Oh okay. I’ll let you get to that then,” Jessica smiled “That’s my girl work before play,”
I just smiled. Tommy took my hand, and looked in my eyes. He knew what was wrong. Staring in those blue eyes, the fear I had felt since that day came roaring back. I had to protect him, it was my duty.
I squeezed his hand and went up stairs. I shut the door and sat on my bed staring out the window, and in what was now becoming a ritual I let out my fear and loathing for the lie I was living, the lie we were all living. I cried for about twenty minutes knowing that I would never feel safe again.
Part 2: The Amphitheatre
“Next stop, central avenue and 2nd street, please watch your feet as you depart,” the train voice said.
The first thing I noticed was the acrid smell of the city streets as we stepped out of the train. It was like leaving a clean room to go traverse in the mud. Now of course that probably wasn’t the best way to describe Portland, but I never did like the city much. It wasn’t too loud, as we stopped off in the central avenue square, but people made me nervous. There was a Christmas eve band playing, and there were about sixty people sitting in the amphitheater. Many wore traditional summer clothing, but there were those, I called the purists, who still wore winter clothing even though it was only sixty nine degrees outside.
The four of us proceeded to a nearby hot chocolate and eggnog vendor. I imagine he wasn’t selling too well, as people hardly needed to warm up. Probably just people like Jessica and Chad gave him business. We bought four cups, even though I insisted that I didn’t want one.
As we proceeded across the square I saw the words, “Remember X-eve 2020,”on a jumbo vision across the street. a second later there came a collage of numbers. Three hundred thousand, two million and so on.
“What are all those numbers?” Tommy asked as we starred at the screen waiting in line.
“Those are the individual death counts for the eight cities destroyed when they attacked,” I was careful not to use the name. Jessica was within earshot.
“What were the name of those cities again?” Tommy asked.
“Chicago, Salt Lake City, Las Vegas, Tokyo, Munich, Macau, and Sydney,”
Jessica and Chad looked at me, this time not to hope that I would shut up, but they seemed actually impressed.
“I had to learn them for my social studies project,” I explained. What I said was only half true, I did need to know the names for my project, but I had learned those places long before my assignment.
“Oh so all that totals to six million?” Tommy asked
“Yeah that’s about right,” I said as I saw a horse drawn carriage pull a family along. They looked happy. Genuinely happy. So happy in fact I wanted to be happy for them. The didn’t have a care in the world it seemed. Across the way was a man ringing a bell in a Santa costume. People still believed and taught about that old jolly fat man with the winter coat as well. It’s like th world had not caught on yet, like I was it was in denial. It made me made, confused, but mostly it just made me envious.
Jessica and Chad brought over the chocolate for Tommy and I. We sat in the amphitheater for a while listening to the band. These guys were good. Just an ensemble of brass instruments, with a violin in the mix. It was a strange combination I”m sure but they sounded wonderful. Especially as they played Sleigh ride my favorite Christmas tune. I was so entranced by the music, I remembered that was the song that was playing in the mall that day. My memories and thoughts began to go back to 2020, but then I was pinched. Literally pinched on the side.
I bolted up adn there sitting behind me on the amphitheater steps were two of my classmates, Rumi Yukihara, and Nathanial Greenwood.
“Hey yo! What’s happenenig? Girl!” said Rumi. She was an excitable half Japanese, half white girl who gave the biggest hugs. Nathanial was definitely her counterpart. He was quiet and while Rumi was quiet tall, Nathanial was about an inch shorter than her.
Rumi hopped down and she embraced me as I stood up to say Hi.
“Not much, just here with my family,” I coughed trying to talk the through the giant squeeze.
Jessica and Chad waved. Nathan waved back, while Rumi then jumped over next to them.Man that girl moved quickly
“Hello! So good to meet you at last. I’m Rumi. I’m Clara’s friend from school,”
“Oh that’s nice, we’re Jessica and Chad her,” Chad paused for half a second, “we’re her parents. Both of them. Tommy and Clara’s parents.”
He wanted to say foster parents I could tell, but Chad knew that I probably hadn’t’ mentioned the fact I lived in foster care, and Jessica liked to just pretend we were their own, so it was probably a combination of that.
“Oh that’s so cute, you guys coming down to the square. a happy little family,”
“Haha yeah,” I muttered under my breath as Rumi turned on my brother. She was smiling wide as she sat down and beamed at him.
He handled social situations a lot better than I could have hoped to and smiled back, “I’m Timothy, Clara’s brother, but you can just call me Tommy. Now you said your name was Rumi, but what was his name?” Tommy pointed at Nathanial.
“Oh, that’s Nathan. He’s my boyfriend, he doesn’t talk much.”
“I would talk more, if you didn’t do so much,”Nathan quiped
Rumi’s face transformed from happy and plucky to just plain annoyed as she turned on him.
“Well I’m just not shy is all and,”
Chad interrupted before they got into a spat “So what are you guys doing down here? Doing some last minute shopping?”
“Sort of, we more just came down to chill. You know pick up some christmas vibes, sure as heck aren’t getting that at home,” Rumi said going back to her smiling face. “There is a christmas eve party actually, for kids from our school so we’ll probably check that out as well.”
“Oh right, I remember hearing about that,” Jessica said then she turned to me “Did you want to go to that?”
“No,” I thought. That’s precisely why I hadn’t mentioned it at all, even when we decided to come downtown.
“I want to go,” Tommy said. He and I went to the same school but obviously different grade. He was in the middle school and I was in the senior school and I’m pretty sure it was a senior school party.
“Sure why don’t you guys go, it will be fun,” Chad said.
“Yeah, it would be good for Clara to spend sometime with her friends she’s been trapped at home with us all break,” Jessica said
“Really?! She can come. oh I think that would be awesome,” Rumi hopped up and down ecstatic.
God I hated that. When people made decisions for me, about me, right in front of me, and never stopped to think what I wanted or my feelings.
Either way there was little I could do now, as Tommy got up, and Jessica was already telling him when and how to meet up later.
“You take good care of him Clara, and please try and have some fun,” Jessica said as she gave each of us a big hug.
“Yeah,” I muttered.
Part 3: the party
The party was only a few blocks away, and when we arrived it had only just started. Apparently it was going to be a big sleepover for the kids who didn’t have foster parents, and still lived in the group home.When we entered the adorned suite, I was blown away. It was super nice and overlooked much of the city block. The owner of this Hotel chain had a child die on the day of the attack, and since then every Christmas and Christmas eve he gave away thousands of rooms across the globe so the kids would have a nice surrounding to hunker down for the holidays.Our school was coupled with the lost children foundation. It was a foundation that helped relocate and take care of the one point three million children that had been displaced from the attacks on N-day. Tommy and I were just a small number to the sea of children who had lost everything that day.
The party as I thought was a bit somber than the typical party, but compared to our school, things were pretty bright. Kids had been taken to a nice hotel suite to spend the holidays, and we had been given more presents than we knew what to do with. I felt bad for going to these parties. I knew Tommy and I were lucky. There were still thirty five other kids in our school who had been relocated and were living in the group home. This party was for them, not us. But I guess Tommy, nor any of the other kids saw it that way. As we walked in Several of the kids I knew from school waved and welcomed us in. They offered us apple cider, and Tommy who seemed to know everyone, quickly made his rounds and was talking to people. It was here Rumi learned it wasn’t only Nathanial that was meant to be here, but us as well.
“I didn’t know you were a foster kid? Clara never told me,” Rumi said to Tommy, then she turned to me “I thought we were friends Clara,”
I just shrugged. Rumi grunted and folded her arms.
“It’s fine, she’s a bit tight lipped about things, that’s just her nature. But don’t worry, we’re all friends here,” Tommy told her giving her a hug. Rumi smiled and knelt to embrace him back.
Tommy always seemed to grow on people fast. Even after a while, I was able to just skitter to the back while he engaged and I just sat on a comfortable chair checking out the great city view. I couldn’t believe it had already been seven years of this.
It was only after my parents died that I began to fight.I had to scream and kick and do everything I could to make sure Tommy and I stayed together. It mostly worked out until a time we were separated for three months. That was without a doubt the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my life. It felt like losing Tommy for good,I had lost all the air in my body. Everyday I was a walking corpse at eleven years old. The counselors tried everything from counseling to medication. In the end the only thing that worked was when we moved in with Chad and Jessica, they picked Tommy up and said they would take me as well to try and keep the family back together. I was grateful to them, even though they were an odd couple. They took us into their home and let me see Tommy again. They gave me back my reason to live. So I should have been more grateful, and felt more love than I did. But Since that day my parents died, the part of me that could ever love someone as my true mom and dad died too.
While everyone was laughing and having fun, I began to feel my throat close up, My heart was racing. As I looked out over that city view, the moon came into view and I was back there. Racing up that darkened staircase. That couple as they dissappeared into a cloud of dust. They were only kids, as old as I am now. I glared at everyone in the room. Tommy was playing a board game, with Rumi and others. They were having fun and laughing. My chest tightened, I could feel it. The heat of that explosion as the mall shook. The terror I felt, but it all ran to chills, like getting dunked in an ice cold stream. A powerful rapid of drowning emotions as I saw it. That glass orb, that radiant beautiful light from the nephilims head, Clear and crisp and vibrant. IT was beautiful so beautiful….but I was scared. Why was I so scared? How could something so beautiful be so terrifying? I could feel the paralysis over my body. I was going to die. I could see the light, everything closing in then I heard it.
“Clara, it’s okay. You’re safe now,”
It was Tommy’s voice. The room came back into view. Mostly everyone was playing, but Rumi and Tommy were on either side of me. Rumi just looked sympathetic while Tommy had that warm smile that brought me back.
“Thanks,” I said
“Why don’t you come play a game with us, I think that will be better than sitting on this recliner like a grandma,” Rumi suggested.
“Yeah, I guess your right,”
I tried not to feel too guilty. The counselors always said that it was okay to feel the way I did. I had suffered a trauma and you can’t blame someone for limping after they broke their leg. I could get that, I just wondered if I would ever heal, not feel afraid again. Either way we played, and I actually kind of had fun. I was actually glad Tommy brought me.
Part 4:Train disaster
When we headed back, we told Jessica and Chad we would meet them at our car at 6:30. They had been sure to call us and remind us. We had to take a quick train ride through the tunnel, and Rumi came along as well. Nathanial stayed. He didn’t have a foster family, and would stay with the kids in the group home.
“I live in the neighborhood across the street in the stop after yours,” she told us as we entered the metro rail.
“That’s nice to live so close. So do you go to the zoo a lot?” I asked. The zoo was the stop before the one we needed to get off, and I figured living so close to the rail, the Zoo was really only a fifteen minute trip for her.
“Yeah I go all the time actually,” She said.
The trip wasn’t too long. I texted Jessica and Chad that we were on the train. They were apparently only five minutes ahead of us, had just caught the earlier train.
“So Jessica and Chad apparently got on the train right before us,” I said.
Tommy nodded, while sitting down on the blue fold out chair next to the sliding doors, Rumi and I stood holding on to the plastic hand holds along the top of the train. I stared at the stone wall as we zoomed along.
“So you don’t call your foster parents Mom and Dad?” Rumi asked.
“I do to their faces, but not with anyone else who knows them,” I said. I did for Jessica and Chad’s sake. I figured anything that helped them enjoy having us would help. That way they might adopt us, and if they did that I know Tommy and I would stay put for good.
“I know what you mean. I call mine Mom and dad because They adopted me right away and to be honest I can hardly remember my real parents anymore. The last thing I remember was Tokyo tower going up in ray of bright light. I can vaguely remember them falling into the ground and that’s it. I was what? Eight I guess when it happened,” My image of Rumi changed then. She was always so plucky and happy, frankly she didn’t come off as the type who thought about things. It was here though that I saw Rumi was brave. She spoke about N-day so non-chalantly that it was tough to remember she was one of the displaced children. It made me want to be braver, especially because she was younger than me.
“You’re only fifteen?” I asked
“Yeah, I have a January birthday and when I came to the states I was far enough ahead they said they would just accelerate me. Now I figure it’s just one less year they have to take care of me before I can graduate and run my own life. It’s fine though. I figure they’ll help me with college and then maybe I’ll-”
Before Rumi could finish the train powered down and stopped on the rails. Everything went dark, and people started to chatter and clamor. Little by little, like stars born in the darkness of the universe, people’s cellphones began to illuminate the train cabin. About twenty seconds later the power turned back on.
No, not like this. My hands began to sweat, the plastic of the handhold barely seemed enough to grip as my world began to tilt. My throat was clamping up.I could hear the song. That strange echoing melody.
No I thought, it’s just another panic attack.
The train began to move. I was breathing hard, and my skin felt starchy. I could have sworn I felt the ground shake.
“It’s fine, Clara. Probably just a little power surge,” Rumi said.I really hoped she was right.
I didn’t answer. I was waiting. Waiting for the second surge. Tommy was calm, but he held my hand. He could feel it too, he remembered. Again just like that day.
The train came to the stop, and the doors slid open. I didn’t move.
People began to exit, and Tommy, still holding my hand, tugged me along. “It’ll be okay, Clara, we’ll just meet up with Jessica and Chad.”
Rumi tried to encourage me “Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on so-”
Then it came. The ground shook with such force and the with a sound so loud, it was like a bomb had gone off right over our heads. The street right above the stairs of the train stopped, groaned and cracked. The train shuddered and the ground cracked beneath it, snapping sections of the train in two. The lights of the train station turned off, and I knew what was happening. People began to scream, but their yells were incoherent.
The cabin buckled and several people laid on the ground in a giant huddle of bodies.
“Is anyone hurt?” a young man said as he and a couple other men and women began to help people out of the train. The doors had stayed open, and even at an odd angle we were able to get out. I went to help a young girl about twelve years old, and was surprised to see that more people than not were able to help. Then the lights turned off again. It went dark, as the train cabin emptied.
The ground began to shake again, and the sky went an eerie green.
The air filled with moans, and My heart pounded like a jackhammer. People were screaming and fear washed over all of us like a torrential rain. But in all the yelling I heard nothing. IN all the running around I saw nothing. Something was missing.
Where had Tommy gone? In the chaos he had slipped away.
“Tommy!” I screamed
“TOMMY!” again and again I screamed.
I looked around frantic, my head swam, I was under water, I could see that blinding light. Then it came into focus. Tommy was running up the stairs. He turned back and started waving his phone up. I bolted after him, like I’d strapped a rocket to my back, and taking three stairs at a time I leapt after him.
“TOMMY don’t you dare run off. I was so-” but I didn’t finish.
Tommy was pointing in the distance.
I looked up the street where there was a shopping centre and there towering above the streetlights, and the department store was a dark black cloud that glowed with a strange golden light from the centre. It was like a gilded sun rolling through with a chariot of stratus clouds as steps the sound of thunder roared through the night air. Chills ran down my spine, and I felt again what I had felt that day. What I had felt my entire life for the last seven years. A brain crippling, body numbing fear as the reality smashed through that tiny oregon suburb.
The Nephilim had returned.
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