Origins

All major heroes need an origin so heres his

Tyson Malone was crashing to his death, he didn’t like that. This was meant to be his salvation the new beginning he had always dreamed of, not the end he had always had nightmares of.

 

As his craft crashed through the night sky Tyson, his face crashed against the on screen viewer, looked down on what had driven him to need salvation. Earth, not the earth you or I may know or have come to know. An alternate version in a separate plain of existence which is far beyond the human comprehension of time and space.

Below the thick relentless smog, which covered the planet like a jet black veil, lay a society and standard of life which was as repulsive as the smog. The world Tyson left behind was one of crime and desperation where ambitions of justice and hope had long since been extinguished. Countries were ruled by those not with the biggest backing but those with the biggest arsenals. Corrupted diplomats swapped weapons, oil and nations like trading cards. The rich and well connected lived in towering mansions on the skylines while the many suffer in the mud below. Tyson was one of the many. He had had enough.

 

Two weeks earlier in a remote research facility in the remains of Texas a galactic distortion was detected. The greatest minds of this earth banded together and theorised many possibilities but no firm evidence was provided. At that point the oldest and greatest of human traits came forth, exploration.

 

That was how Tyson found himself crashing to his death. He had stowed away in hope of new worlds, new beginnings, a world which was definitely not his. But the galactic disruption had been much greater than expected and this is why a blazing ball was hurtling towards the earth.

 

Tyson didn’t know what to do, what does somebody think of before they are about to die?

 

"Its better than down there" he thought.

Author's Note

Its a new concept so each chapter is very short