Episode 2: The Meteor
Erik Reilly glanced away from his computer and looked out the window. A flash of light in the sky caught his attention. As he stared out the window, Erik saw what, at first, looked like a shooting star. This puzzled him. He shouldn’t be able to see any star, shooting or not, through this driving rain. Then there was another bright flash of blue light. He watched in awe as, just as the shooting star or whatever it was broke through the clouds, it exploded into several pieces. One fairly large piece fell towards the docks and the biggest one and a lot of little ones continued over Erik’s house and towards Newville Park. Little specks of blue fell like rain in the meteor’s wake.
Carl Chambers pounded his large fist on the table. “Full house? How do you have another hand like that, Myers?” Carl threw his cards into the air.
Rick Myers shrugged his shoulders. “Lucky night I guess.”
“No one is that lucky.” Carl grumbled.
“I don’t know why we all even play. The two of you argue every single week.” Lisa Jenson complained.
“We’re here for more than poker. That’s why. You know that, Lisa. Now that he has all of our money, we may as well get down to our real business. We need to tighten control of our territory. I’m sick of these piddly little street thugs thinking they can come to my docks and rob people. If anyone is getting robbed, it’ll be by us!”
And then the meeting ended with a bang. A literal one. Carl was just getting warmed up with a speech about his plans for their next moves to take over more of the town. He was ambitious and wasn’t satisfied running Newville Heights and the docks. Carl wanted it all. Then, as fate would have it, a massive meteor smashed through the union hall roof and changed all their lives forever.
Logan Kastala awoke, with a scream, from the worst nightmare he could ever remember having. He felt as if he had been falling for hours, and his back felt like it was on fire! The pain subsided now that he was awake, but he still felt it. That’s weird, he thought. He could never remember a physical reaction to a dream quite like he was feeling now. He was just about to fall back to sleep when he noticed the glowing blue light. He leaned over towards his nightstand to see what it was. The feather! The feather that Obadiah gave him was glowing! Logan picked up the feather and immediately felt that Obie was close by. Somewhere on Earth for sure. He desperately hoped that meant that he had not gotten into too much trouble with the other angels. Logan clutched the feather close and drifted back to sleep. Tomorrow he would begin his search for Obadiah. He never looked out the window or he would have seen blue streaks falling out of the sky right over his house.
Erik went outside to get a better view. He ran to the top of a hill right behind his house. Drenched in seconds, Erik brushed the water out of his eyes and watched as tiny meteors fell all around him. He watched some of them hit the ground. Suddenly, a tree not twenty yards behind Erik exploded in flames. In his excitement, watching the tiny meteors hit, he lost track of the big one, but he thought it was still heading toward the park.
“Wow!” Erik thought. The rain put the fires out quickly. Erik ran over to the remains of the tree. A small, glowing blue rock sat right in the center of the blackened and burned tree. Erik waited for the rain to cool the stone before he reached in and picked it up.
The meteorite was no bigger than a marble. When he finally picked it up, Erik almost dropped it again. It wasn’t hot anymore, but it started to pulse in his hand. With each pulse, he could feel waves of energy going right through his body. Erik wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but he immediately felt different, stronger. He liked the feeling. He put the rock in the front pocket of his jeans and ran back to his house.
The meteor at the center of the storm hit the baseball field behind the high school with enough force to leave an impact crater and rattle the windows of nearby houses. A shockwave was sent deep into the earth, awakening an ancient supernatural force. The shadow peeled itself away from the wall. It could sense the power of the being directly above, but more importantly it could smell a world full of delicious evil just waiting to be devoured.
Everyone in the union hall jumped to their feet and backed away from the glowing blue rock. Part of the ceiling collapsed, and the wall caught fire. Carl felt waves of power emanating from the stone and he leapt into action. He grabbed a fire extinguisher and yelled to his friends. “Don’t just stand there! Grab the rest of the extinguishers or buckets of water. We have to put this fire out and cool down this rock. I think it’s important!”
Water and chemicals were sprayed on the already glowing and pulsing meteor rock. The chemicals began to bubble and boil then the entire rock exploded into a cloud of blue dust and steam. The twelve people in the room were covered in the dust. They all began coughing as they breathed in the steam. Carl dropped to his knees and then collapsed onto the floor. He looked around, through blurry eyes, and saw all of his friends on the floor around him.
The boy groaned as he tried to lift his face out of the mud. He felt disoriented by the overwhelming number of sensations he was feeling. The most immediate was the almost unbearable pain in his back. It felt as if someone was ripping his muscles right off the bone. He could not remember ever feeling such pain before. As that thought crossed his mind, it occurred to him that he could not remember anything at all. The boy had no idea where he was, how he got there, or even who he was.
The boy, with significant effort, sat up and tried to clear his head. The pain in his back made it nearly impossible to concentrate. He opened his eyes and wiped the mud, rain, and hair out of his eyes. The cold, driving rain that pelted his face and body helped to ease the burning pain in his back just a little and helped him to clear his thoughts. He was cold and wet. His clothes were torn, dirty, and smelled of smoke. The smell of smoke was also thick in the air. The entire field he was in was empty, burnt and in places, still smoldered. The rain helped to put out some of the small fires.
He got up and stumbled off into the direction of the one light that he saw. He hoped to find help, or maybe someone might know who he was or how he got here. All he knew right now was that he needed to leave this field and get out of the rain.
Bryson Indiana was awoken in the night by the sounds of sirens. He stumbled out of bed and out onto his patio. The first fire trucks he saw were racing toward the school, but when he looked, the fires appeared to be past the school, maybe the baseball field or a house close by. Just as he turned to go back into the house, he noticed the other fires. There were small fires in what appeared to be a nearly straight line all the way from the school in the south to the Newville Docks in the north. Bryson’s curiosity was piqued, but it would have to wait until morning, right now all he wanted was more sleep.
Carl rolled over and pushed himself up to a kneeling position. He felt weird. Strong. But weird. It was difficult to comprehend all the feelings that coursed through his body. Intense pain nearly caused him to black out again. He looked down and saw tan hairs sprouting out on his arms and hands. His hands were growing and changing, nails turning into claws. He tried to look around for his friends, but the blue mist still hung over the entire room. He called out for help, but his own voice sounded like a growl. He heard other growls answering his own, and just before he blacked out again, he heard the distinctive clip-clop of hooves on the wooden floor.
(Coming Soon: Part 3 – Monsters and Heroes)