Prolouge, Chapter 1, and Chapter 2

Subject: Prolouge, Chapter 1, and Chapter 2 Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:23 am

NOTE: BEFORE YOU READ THIS I EDITED THE NOVEL. THE "ARCANES" ARE NOW KNOWN AS "ARCANIANS" THAT ARE THE ORIGINAL RESIDENTS OF THE PLANET "ARCANE". Enjoy. Read. Respond. Comment. Please inform me of my mistakes/typos/errors. Thank you in advance.

Prologue

They’ve
finally done it. The humans finally managed to squeeze every resource out of
Earth and brought Mother Nature to extinction. Do they take responsibility for
their own actions? No. Do they receive retribution and let their lord seal
their fate? No. In fact they just move right on to another planet. Just one
human was able to bring upon the death of us. I’ll never forget his name. Connor.
He came into our planet informing us his planet was dying and claimed he wanted
to make an alliance, to form a utopia with both our planets. He showered us
with gifts and kindness. His idea of a “utopia” was soon turned into our end.
Not even three months after he visited the humans returned with warships. Guns
rained upon us. Our women and children fled for safety and our men fought but
our effort was useless. As soon as we thought it was over the humans evacuated
their warships onto our planet and started to kill, ****, and torture our race.
The suffering never ended. This is what the humans might as well call the
“apocalypse”.

Only very
few of us survived one of them including my father. He married a human woman
and she gave birth to me and my sister. I asked my father why he would marry an
individual from a race that destroyed us he said, “Because Connor was a great
man. I’ve known him personally and I’ve worked with him. He did believe in that
utopia. I could always see his eyes light up whenever he would talk about the
idea. He even opposed what his race did to us and fought along our side. I
believe he did want that utopia. I believe he did want all of us to get along
and celebrate. That is why I married your mother. This brings us one step
closer to what he wanted to accomplish. And this is why I named you Connor as
well.”

But that
was back when I was seven. My father is dead now. He was killed brutally by a
human who opposed our race. Why do they oppose us so much? We’re not much
different. We basically look the same. The eyes, the mouth, the body,
everything and not to mention we also reproduce the same! I can’t escape the
images of the rapes I’ve seen done on our women. Why do they hate us so much?
“They hate us because we’ve been gifted something special that no humans could
ever have. We’re one with nature. We work with nature while humans just use it.”
That was my father’s response.

My parents
sent me to a human school all throughout my life. I’ve associated with humans
more than I was supposed to. I’ve also associated with a few of our race, the Arcanians
or what the humans call us “aliens”. I’ve learned the term “alien” means it is
something or someone that is foreign to something or somewhere and doesn’t
belong there. The humans are the aliens from the way I see it. I’ve also
studied on how the humans view us. Whenever I would bring up the topic of my
race the children in the class would just call us savage creatures that
deserved this sort of suffering. According to the humans we’ve destroyed their
first spaceship that landed on our planet and killed Connor. It wouldn’t take a
genius to figure out the human’s media was giving them misinformation about
everything that happened. Connor’s ship crashed onto our planet and we brought
him in for hospitality. Unfortunately he lost contact with his mother ship so
my father’s crew had to contact it. It turns out the mother ship has been hit
by an asteroid and the ship was destroyed. When we finally managed to contact a
ship it was their warship. It wouldn’t answer back even with Connor at the
radio but instead decided to wipe out my home.

“Dad, we
all look the same. How do humans know if I am an Arcanian?” I asked my father
once when I was five. He answered, “They don’t. That’s why humans don’t try to
look for us anymore. They think we’re gone. But you’re special son, you’re half
Arcanian and half human. That makes you a hybrid.”

Chapter 1

“Sweetie
come sit down I’ve made you lunch.” My mother answered as I stepped into the
house. I knew that smell. It was father’s favorite. I turned my head towards
the calendar and glanced at date. June, 18, 3045. It’s the tenth anniversary
since my father’s death and I still feel a part of him in me. I sat down next
to my sister, Alana, named after my mother and began to eat. The news was on
and I was examining every little detail of it. I’m still surprised I still watch
the news. Everyday’s always the same. It’s always filled with mass murder,
****, theft, and corruption, everything that makes up a human. I took a bite of
my food. “Oh dear.” Mother gasped as it went to one newscast. I looked back up
due to curiosity and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I’ve seen mass murder but
nothing like this.

The crime
scene on the news was just huge and it was just two miles away. There were
fourteen slain bodies and all of them were women. They weren’t even mutilated
or bruised. They were just lying there, lifeless. The news report claimed it
was a series of internal bleeding that killed them. Fourteen dead bodies and
the cause was internal bleeding? This can’t be normal. I finished my dinner,
said farewell to my mother and Alana and darted straight to the crime scene.
When I arrived there were still police lines surrounding the perimeter but it
seems everyone left the area. I walked inside the police line after scanning
for any spectators or officials and decided to carefully search the area for a
clue to the person might have done this. Humans aren’t this… sly in their art
of killing. It’s always mutilation or gun shots. I began to turn and walk away
until my eye caught something in the bushes. The authorities missed something.
Typical humans. I carefully approached it and reached into the bushes to get a
hold of it. The feeling was cold. I pulled the thing out and I backed up in
horror. What was lying there was a dead woman, naked, with cuts and bruises all
over her body. The cuts and bruises are probably from the bushes. What caught
my attention were the hand prints on the back and the hip of the corpse. I
decided to leave before anyone comes along.

When I got
home I started doing research about the scene and the words of my father kept
repeating in my head like a broken record. “We’ve been gifted something special
that no humans can ever have.” Was this the gift? Were we given the gift of
murder? The manslaughter actually took place two days ago. That’s all the
information I was able to get because the case is still under investigation.
That’s superb. The authorities are still investigating this when I already know
the truth. I still can’t grasp the fact an Arcanian did this. We’re supposed to
be valiant. The humans are the savages. They’re the ones that brutally kill,
not us. I need some answers and I know that I have to find the murderer to get
the answers. But father told me that we all looked alike. So how am I supposed
to know who’s human and who’s an Arcane? Father… I wish you were here to give
me some answers…

Chapter 2

The next
morning I woke up still searching for answers. It was a Saturday so I had the
whole day to figure out who the serial killer was and to put an end to this.
After breakfast I immediately set out, my destination was the crime scene. When
I arrived cops had the area surrounded again but this time, in awe of a “new”
body. “Crap, maybe I should’ve covered my tracks better.” I muttered to myself
while blending in with the crowd.

“Hey, you!”
An officer called out.

“Me?” I
answered walking towards the officer.

“Yes, you.
Were you here yesterday?”

My heart
skipped a beat. I swear I checked and double checked if there were any people
around. “No.” I answered bluntly.

“Really?
Some witnesses said they saw someone who looked just like you here yesterday.”

“I’m sorry
officer but I wasn’t here yesterday.”

“Well the
sources said otherwise.”

“I don’t
know what sources you have but they’re extremely inaccurate. I’m not sure what
you’re trying to do here but questioning random pedestrians who are just
walking by seems pretty pointless. And I’m also quite surprised out of the big
handful people who are here you would just choose me to interview. Tell me
officer, are you oppressing a certain type of people?”

“Get the
hell out of here chink.” He barked storming off.

“That was a
close one.” I sighed under my breath.

I started
to go back home because I’ve hit another dead end in this case. If I want to
really find out whose behind this I’ll need to avoid the authorities and keep
out of their sight. I stepped onto my front porch when my mother bolted out of
the house.

“Alana’s in
the hospital! Something’s happened to her!” She cried. “Quick we have to get
there right away!”

I could
feel beads of cold sweat rushing down my body. I froze paralyzed for a few
seconds but eventually managed to move. We both got into the car and ten
minutes later we got to the hospital due to my mother speeding. I rushed out
and darted to the front desk.

“Alana
Xing!” I screamed out. The front desk looked at me like I’ve just gotten out of
the insane asylum. One reached for the microphone to the loudspeaker when my
mother caught up.

“Alana
Xing, we’re here for Alana Xing. I’m her mother and this is her brother.” My
mother spoke calmly. I stared at her. How could she remain so calm in a dire
situation?

“May we see
some ID please? It’s for the security of the patient if you don’t mind.” The
nurse replied with a professional tone.

“Of
course.” My mother handed her driver license and my passport. The nurse checked
and validated it then returned it. She led us to the room where Alana was and
when I walked in I stood in shock and was struck with grief. She had a handprint
on her left arm. I collapsed and I think the paramedics were about to send me a
wheelchair but my mother help me back up. I walked over to see Alana lying weak
and helpless. I took her left hand, gripped it tight and said “I swear I will
get whoever did this.” A stream of tear rolled down my cheeks but I quickly
wiped them away.

“She’ll be
okay.” My mother said trying to comfort me in a soft tone.

“I hope.” I
muttered and I walked out of the room.

I know she
won’t be okay. It was the same handprint that was left on the other victims.
The same size, the same finger length, everything was the same. Why did it go
after Alana? What purpose did that person have? Whatever purpose it has I swear
I will stop it on any circumstances, even if it means breaking the law. After I
stopped walking I looked out the window to see the sun spilling its rays on the
world, the world the humans have taken over. The world use to be peaceful
before the humans came. The world was an actual utopia according to my father’s
stories. The humans swarmed in like locusts and claimed what wasn’t theirs.
They forced us to turn against each other and commit treacherous acts on one
another, Alana being a prime example. And curse the day I was born because I
will have to be the one to contradict my principles just to set things right.
Whoever did this to Alana must bid farewell to this world.

“You son of
a bitch now it’s personal.”

Subject: Re: Prolouge, Chapter 1, and Chapter 2 Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:23 am

I can't believe this forum censored the word r a p e.