Prologue: Just and Ordinary Day

We open with a young news reporter, who's story changes life as we know it.

It was a beautiful sunlit day in New York, but would be recounted as dismal and pouring rain. Traffic was at a slow crawl as early morning traffic began to build up. People walked from newpaper stand to coffee shop, getting their usual order before heading off to work. The noise of the city below was loud enough to rise to the twenty-second floor of the Grande Rouge Apartment complex.

 

Despite the sound of taxis honking and the sunlight streaming through the window, it wasn't until Laura Entwhistle heard her front door slam did she finally jerk awake. She sat up, bleary-eyed, and tried to assess the damage of last night. There was an empty bottle of Merlot laying on the floor, and two wine glasses sitting on her nightstand. I guess he liked me as much as I thought, she thought to herself as she spotter her bra hanging off the bedpost. She looked at her alarm clock. 6:30. Crap! She thought as she stood up and rushed to the bathroom, nearly tripping on a pair of snakeskin Dolche and Gabana Heels.

 

It took her twenty minutes to get out the door, and she knew she was running late. As she sat in the taxi, her mind raced. Who cares if she was late? They always had plenty of other reporters on-call, so what did it matter if she was five minutes late? But to her it did matter. This story would change her career forever, and change the world she and billions of others had lived in for so long. This discovery would certainly provoke a war between humans and Wikkas, and -hopefully- put the human race back as the dominating species once more.

 

The taxi began to slow, and finally stopped in front of the large recording studio. Laura threw a twenty at the driver, and booked it into the building. She ran through the crome doors and ran up the marble stairs. The elevator would have been to slow. She rounded a corner on the third floor and burst into her office.

 

It was a large room filled with chince armchairs and a large mahogany desk. There was an alcove off to one side where she had a lighted vanity and a column of shelves with a collection of shoes. Laura threw her suitcase and purse onto a nearby chair, and proceeded towards the rack fo shoes. There was a clearing of someones throat behind her desk. Laura turned to see George, her assistant, sitting behind it and giving her a condecending look. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the shoes. "Yes?" Laura said.

 

"You're late." said George.

"So?"

"So you're covering a huge story today!"

"And?"

"And you are the best reporter here. You were asked to do it. This could make history."

"Well I'm here now." Laura said smugly.

George sighed. "They can't just put any of those sweaty nervous interns in front of the camera and call it news. They need you. And Mark told you to do it, so he's not going to be happy that you were late."

"Mark already knew I was going to be late, and either way he has nothing to complain about." Laura said, smiling and turning to George.

"...you didn't!" George said, shocked.

"I did." Laura said. "And if he tries to say anything I can get his a*s fired."

"You wouldn't do that." said George.

"Of course I wouldn't! But he doesn't know that." Laura said as she slipped on a pair of nude heels and turned to her mirror. She was wearing a dark brown shirt-dress, which went perfectly with her spray-tanned arms. Her brown hair flowed around her shoulders in soft waves, and the diamond earrings made her eyes pop as they changed from green to a sheer grey.

"Good enough for Mark to get down on one knee right now!" George giggled. "Now get out there."

"Thanks." she said, smiling.

 

Laura walked out her office, turned a corner, and entered the dark recording studio. The camera crew was rushing around from place to place. There was a tall, blonde man in a black suit and silver tie talking to an ancient man in a lab coat by the reporter's desk. Next to Mark, the doctor looked like he was about to shatter with the next gust of wind. Laura took a deep breath, smiled, and walked over.

 

Mark turned around, and when he saw Laura a devious grin. "Well hello there Ms. Entwhistle. Long time no see, huh?"

"I could say the same about you Mr. Walker." Laura said, blushing. Mark pulled out the chair beside him for Laura and she sat. As he walked away, she turned to the elderly man. "Hello Doctor Kevorkian, my name is Laura Entwhisle." her smile faultered as she saw the elderly man. He looked a lot older than in the pictures. He was still staring at Mark, then slowly began to turn his head toward Laura. His skin looked pale and stretched out, and his eyes were sunk into his head. he looked like a zombie.

 

"Five!" Mark shouted from the soundbox. "Four! Three! Two!"

 

"Good morning New York!" Laura said turning to the camera. "My name is Laura Entwhistle, and I am reporting about a new drug invented by Doctor Kevorkian. He has just come out with a drug that can stop the majik that flows through the Wikkahn community. Now doctor, you are most commonly known for euthenising terminally ill patients, so how does this new drug tie in with your past work?"

 

"Well," said Kevorkian in an ice-cold voice. "One day I was picking up some supplies for my euthenasing machiene when I heard the cries of a young doctor who had just been denied a job because he was a Wikka. He said "Sometimes I wish I never had majik." So that got me thinking, what if Wikkas did not have to have Majik? I began working in my lab, using a mixture of science and Majik, and created this drug."

 

"So you now have a drug that can stop the majik from forming in people?" Laura asked as if she had rehearsed it.

 

"Well, no, not exactly." said Kevorkian, smiling crooked, yellow teeth. "I did find a way to stop the Majik, but I also found a way to give people Majik. The problem is it only works in a person who is thirteen years of age. And I would like to show you my latest invention!"

 

It all happened in an instant. The bright sunny day changed to one of dark clouds. Kevorkian shattered into a million pieces, and a large winged Wikka arose from the pieces, her black wings pushing Laura out of the way. The wind began to whip outside, causeing the window behind them to explode. Mark ran out from the booth to Laura. He pulled her up off the floor as they both looked at the Wikka.

 

The Wikka was bone thin and chalk white. She had the wings of a raven, and her hair floated like it was in water. Her black eyes were soulless as she turned to Mark and Laura. She spoke with a shrill voice. "The end of tyrrany has come. Let the true power reign. Let the dust fall!"

 

Laura and Mark ran into the sound room and hid under the board. She clung to him. They looked at eachother, and as their lips met there was a flash of bright white light and a woosh as yellow dust began to blow throughout the city. Laura closed her eyes, wanting the feel of him to be the last good thing she would remember of the world she knew.

 

She got her wish as the light became dark, and the world became silent.

 

Author's Note

Nitpick! Anything from plot to grammar.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Nitpick huh? Got a comb? LoL.. I see nothing to pick nits about at all- it is well written, very, very descriptive. I like the plot ..putting Kerovrkian in is genius - Just an ordinary day has turned out to be an extraordinary.- day. Now when will we read more?

Chloe

[Heromen Selena]

Well I think you spelled machine wrong but that's it on spelling and grammar :). This is very good. You used simple but creative words to make your picture easily come to my mind. I like that you put her as a news reporter and stating the leverage that she has over her boss. All in all it's a very good writing piece. Better than mine for sure.

[AK]

Wow! It's going great! It's your frost story here so I'm surprised, it is really really good. Everything is fine and I would love to read the next chapter!