Friday, July 21, 2017

Novella Excerpt: Ride Home

Ch.7 Accepting Fate
Snow fell gently like soft, white stars.  The ground was tucked in for a long night.  Slush rose up into the air from speeding cars, and boots stomped mud and water along concrete.  The wind was not as cold as it had been, and a calm settled around the area.  And fate walked into a diner off the corner of a highway.
The dinner rush was just coming to an end.  Waitresses took a moment behind the counter to count their tips.  Bus boys quickly removed dirty dishes off tables and hurried them into the kitchen.  Cooks finished preparing the last ordered meals, and patrons came and went through swinging glass doors.  The loud roar of commotion, voices and laughter had died down to a faint whisper.
Sitting in a booth next to the window, Crissa stared at the menu.  She barely ate that day.  Knots were twisting and turning in her stomach, but she made up her mind.  This was what had to be done, she thought.
“Are you ready to order?”
A brief smile was given by a tired waitress, who apparently was pulling a double.  The bags were noticeable under her eyes, and her hair was almost a mess.  She turned away for a moment to stifle a yawn.
“Long day?”
“I’m working a double.”  The waitress sounded annoyed.  “Did you need a few more moments to decide what you wanted to order?”
“No.  Grilled cheese with bacon and large orange juice.”  Crissa handed the woman her menu.  “Thank you.”  She waited for a response, but the woman stormed away.  “You’re welcome,” she muttered.
“Hello, Crissa.”
The voice was as smooth as she had heard it a year ago, but it still took her by surprise.  When she turned him away, he stopped contacting her, but he still watched her.  After all this time, didn’t he finally move on?
“Hello.”
“You wanted to meet?”
“Face to face.”
“No.  This way is better.”
“No.”  Crissa watched the waitress place the orange juice before her.  “Not you.”  She saw the look on the woman’s face.  “I was talking to myself.”
“Don’t we all?”  The woman hurried away from her.  “Why do I always get the crazies,” she muttered.
“We meet face to face, or nothing.”  Silence followed her response.  “Then, I guess I have nothing to say.”
“Have it your way.”
His voice sounded different.  She glanced at the window and saw the reflection of a man sitting in the booth behind her.  She watched as he slowly stood up from his seat and walked around to where she was sitting, but he did not sit right away.  Instead, he just stared down at her.
“Do you want me to apologize?”
“For what?”  He sat across from her.  “You made your choice.”
“I was wrong.”  He looked at her.  “I know that now.”
“It’s too late.”  He glanced down at his watch.  “It’s been a year.  A year, Crissa.”
“What do you want from me?  I did not want this life.”  Her food was dropped in front of her.  “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”  The waitress looked from her to the man in the booth.  “Decided to change your seat?”  The man nodded.  “Still want the same order as before?”  He nodded again.  “I’ll go get it then.”  She walked away.
“She’s getting a small tip.”
“Crissa.”  The man shook his head.  “You kept trying to reach me.”  He tapped his ear.  “Why don’t you just tell me what you want, and then you can go back to your life now?”
“I want to come back.”
Silence fell around them.  The sounds of the diner even seemed to disappear.  Glass doors swung back and forth in quiet, and hardly any footsteps dared to echo along the tiled floor.  Only the gaze between the two occupants in the booth spoke a thousand words.
“You want to come back?”  The man leaned back against his seat.  “After all this time, you want to come back now?”
“Yes.”  Crissa watched the waitress place the man’s food before him.  “I do.”
“What’s to stop you from leaving again?”
“I won’t leave again.”
“What changed your mind?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”  He shook his head.  “There was a reason, and before this conversation goes any further, you need to tell me.  Or we’re done here.”
“I tried to live a normal life, but I realized that I was only fooling myself.”  Crissa sighed.  “You were right.  They find me.  Those men will always find me.”  She leaned back in her seat, poking a finger at her uneaten sandwich.  “This is who I am.  This is who I am supposed to be.  I can’t change that, and I won’t.”
“Good for you.”
“Don’t you want me to come back?”  She watched him eat his food.  “What have you been doing for the last year?”
“None of your business.”  He stuffed a fork full of food into his mouth.  “I’ve been living my life.”
“Married?”  He continued to eat.  “Kids?”  He reached for his soda.  “Are you Ben again?”  He slammed the glass hard against the table.  “Sorry.”
“I could never be Ben again.  That was part of the deal.”
“So, your family and friends think you’re dead?”
“Something like that.”  He pushed his plate away from him.  “I’m a ghost.  I’m your ghost.”  He looked at her.  “If you want to come back, that’s fine with me.  I won’t be sitting on my ass anymore, waiting for you, but I want to know why.”
“I told you why.”
“No, you didn’t.”  He crossed his arms over his chest.  “Why don’t you try again?”
“You ever watch that tv show?  What was it?  Law and Order: SVU.  Ever watch it?”  He gave her a curt nod.  “I want to be like those cops on that show.  I want to make a difference.”
“It’s a good tv show, but it’s not the reason.”  He checked his watch once more.  “One last chance, and then I’m walking out the door.  And I’m not coming back.”
“You can’t leave me.”
“You left me.”  Crissa looked away.  “I gave you my life, and you put it on a dusty shelf for a year.  You tried to live your life with what?  Working in retail, struggling to pay rent, and living alone, and what about me?  I was the guy next door waiting for you to realize your full potential, accept your fate, and finally here you are, and something did open your eyes.  But it was not that damn tv show.”
“Alright.”  Crissa looked at him.  “Alright.”  The waitress dropped the check on the table and quickly walked away.  “There is a reason.  Why is it so important to hear it?”
“Because I want to know the truth.”
“Why?”
“Because you know what kind of life you are asking to relive, and you know that once we leave here, there is no turning back.  So, please, tell me why you would want to live that life again?”
“I found myself watching the news, reading the newspaper, and you know how much I hate doing that.  But there are children missing, children dead.  There are attacks every day and night on women.  It’s horrible out there.  There are so many predators running around.  They’re running around because of me.”
“What can you do to stop it?”  She stared at him.  “You’re bait.  You’re a worm hanging on a hook, and we can’t dangle you in front of all of them, hoping for them to bite.”
“I know how to find them.”
“What?”
“I can zone in on them now.  I can find them instead of having them find me.”  A small smile spread across her face.  “I’ve reached my full potential.”
“We’ll have to put that to the test.”
“Already done.”  She saw the surprised look on his face.  “I’ve already targeted an area with major crime problems, and I have an interview at one of their retail stores.”
“And what’s your plan?  Walking in there, playing bait, and hoping to not get yourself killed?”
“I won’t get you killed.”  She leaned closer to him.  “I know what I am doing.”
“I don’t like your tone, Crissa.”
“I’m ready to get my hands dirty.”  He fidgeted in his seat.  “I’m ready to do what I have to do.”
“You’re talking about killing them.”  Crissa leaned back against her seat.  “We don’t kill them.  We tag them.”
“Tagging doesn’t always work, and if my life is on the line, then it should be my life or theirs.”
“This isn’t survival of the fittest.”
“No, it’s survival.”  Crissa stared at him.  “It’s me or them.”
“Crissa.”  He ran his fingers through his hair.  “What if they kill you?”
“It’s a chance that I am willing to take.”  She reached over and touched his hand.  “It’s a risk that we both should take.”  She was surprised that he did not pull his hand away.  “Something needs to be done, and I’m the only one, who can do something about them.”
“I know.”  He held her hand now in his.  “I just wish it didn’t have to be you.”
“I know.”  They stared at each other for a long moment.  “Will your superiors be okay with my decision?”
“They’ll be thrilled to have you back.”  He looked down at the table.  “They just don’t want you on anybody’s radar including the police.”  He looked at her.  “We have to be careful.  Any mess that you create must be quickly cleaned up.  It can’t be like that bus accident.”  He closed his eyes after realizing what he just said.
“Bus accident?”  She pulled her hand away.  “You covered it up?”  He looked at her.  “What did the news say?  The bus just exploded?”
“We had to cover it up.”  He reached for her hand.  “We were protecting you.”  His fingers touched hers.  “There would have been a mass panic, if people knew the truth.”
“People should know the truth.”  She pulled her hand away.  “People should know about me.”
“If they know about you, would you ever be safe?”  She closed her eyes at his words.  “They’ll find you even when you don’t want them to.”  She looked at him.  “You’ll never be safe again, and that is why we have to keep you off radar.”  He crossed his arms over his chest.  “You need to live life without always looking over your shoulder.”
“I always look over my shoulder.  I always watch those around me.  I keep one step ahead of everyone.”  A tear rolled down her cheek.  “I’m not safe, and I never will be safe.”  She wiped the tear away.  “But I rather it be me than the people out there that don’t know that monsters do exist.”
“I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”  He moved out of his seat and sat down next to her.  “I am your protector.”  He placed an arm around her shoulders.  “I am your guardian.”  He touched her chin with his hand.  “With me, you will be safe.”
“You can’t always protect me.”  She stared at him.  “This is who I am, and this is who I was meant to be.”  She looked out the window.  “This is what fate gave to me.”  She turned toward him.  “I accept that.”  She glanced down at his watch.  “Are they waiting for us?”
“Yes.”
“Will they accept my terms?”
“For you to track them down and kill them?”  He shook his head.  “I don’t know, but we will work something out.”  He slid out of the booth.  “Crissa.”  She now stood behind him.  “Once we go back, you won’t see me face to face again.  You know that is not allowed.”
“I know.”  She smiled at him.  “I also know that you will never stop watching.  You will always be my guardian angel.”  She took his hand.  “Let’s go.”
They seemed like old friends, and nobody at the diner really paid them any attention.  The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and he dropped it onto the table.  The young woman continued to hold his hand, and they walked toward the door.  They seemed like ordinary people that were calling it a night, but only fate knew different.  And they strolled outside into the cold, into the darkness.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Coming This Fall: The New "Porcelain"

This little story written back in high school somehow got stuck between a short story and novella, but coming this fall, I will be turning it into my second novel.

Right now, it can still be found here:  https://www.amazon.com/Porcelain-Ms-Melissa-R-Mendelson/dp/1505974739/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1498610854&sr=8-1&keywords=Porcelain%2FMelissa+R.+Mendelson


Monday, June 26, 2017

I’m Not My Father’s Son: Final Chapter

I’m Not My Father’s Son (Fan Fiction Inspired By John Carpenter's Starman)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Final Chapter:
If you asked someone about 2007, you would get a lot of answers.  President Bush was planning to station additional troops in Iraq.  Microsoft released Windows Vista and Office 2007.  Senator Barack Obama of Illinois announced his run to become the next president of the United States.  Thirty-two people were killed in the Virginia Tech Massacre.  O.J. Simpson was arrested for kidnapping and armed robbery.  The Boston Red Sox won the World Series.  Did all this happen in 2007?  Yes, and these would be the answers given.  But nobody would mention Winslow, Arizona or what happened there, and if they did, then they would disappear.
If you looked really hard, you would find something, a news story about the disappearance of Tina Henders.  The story would be vague, talking about a bar fight and a freak occurrence, where a man fell through a brick wall.  Then, the story would go on to say that she visited her aunt and took her car, but after that, she was never to be seen again.  Some speculated that she just ran away.  Others said that she took off with a man, one of her coworkers.  Her father, who was a New York City Police Officer, refused to give up the search for his daughter, and then one day out of the blue, he stopped looking, never telling anyone the reason why.  And just like that, she was gone, but was she really gone?
It's ten years later.  They’re still looking for me, but they won’t find me.  They won’t find her.  My father was right when he said that a lot more terrible things will happen to this world, and I couldn’t stop it.  But I’m not giving up.  My father was also right about something else.  He was my father, but I am not my father’s son.  I am something else, and I am still here.  And I am not going away.  I am not giving up, and one day, the world will know about me.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

I’m Not My Father’s Son: Chapter 17

I’m Not My Father’s Son (Fan Fiction Inspired By John Carpenter's Starman)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Chapter 17:
“You killed him.”  Mark Shermin fell to his knees.  He looked down at the ground.  His hands closed into fists.  He looked up at Thomas, who stood over him.  “I can’t believe you killed him,” he said.
“He should have gone with them,” Thomas replied as he watched Tina hurry over to Scott and hold him in her arms.  “I’ll let her live.”
“How generous of you,” Mark Shermin snapped at him.
“I’m not the bad guy here, Mark,” Thomas said, and then he walked away.
“Neither was Scott,” Mark Shermin replied as he watched Tina cry and rock Scott in her arms.
Scott could feel Tina holding him tightly and crying over him.  He wanted to respond, but his body was numb.  His mind was fading.  He was falling further and further into darkness, and part of him just wanted to let go.  Then, he saw that blue light again, and he wondered why that was there.  His father was gone.  He made his decision to stay, but the light wasn’t faint.  It was strong, calling to him, and he let it call to him.  The image unfolding before him reminded him of something like Howe Caverns, where he once went on a school field trip.  One side was all human and earthly, but he didn’t recognize the other side, which was more alien.  And he slipped in-between, and he touched the blue light.
The gray orb near Scott’s body started to shake.  Tina raised her head up and looked over at it.  The gray orb then lifted into the air, humming loudly and spinning wildly.  The soldiers, Thomas and Mark Shermin were now watching it and then looking at each other in confusion.  Whitish-blue light started to pour out of the sides of the gray orb, and then as if a hurricane had just blown through, Tina was hurled away from Scott’s body.  And the gray orb flew high up into the air and then plunged downward, straight into Scott’s heart.
Once again, Scott began to convulse.  He writhed on the ground as the gray orb became one with his heart.  A bullet dropped to the ground.  Then, he fell silent, and his head tilted to the side.  A moment later, his eyes snapped open, and they flashed blue.  He slowly sat up, fixing his gaze upon Thomas, who already had his gun trained on Scott, and without hesitation, Thomas fired his gun.  But the bullet froze a mere inch from Scott’s face, and then it dropped to the ground.
Scott stood up.  He eyed the helicopters nearby and the soldiers holding their guns.  He looked over at Tina and held his hand out toward her, and she slowly moved over to him.  Then, he looked at Mark Shermin, whose mouth hung open, and finally, he returned is gaze over to Thomas.  And Scott knew that he could kill Thomas, but then he would prove Thomas right that he was the bad guy in this story.  And if there was a villain here, it was Thomas, and Scott’s hand closed over Tina’s, pulling her against his body.
“Do you trust me,” Scott whispered into her ear.
“I love you,” Tina replied.
“I love you too,” and Scott wrapped his arms around her.
A blue bubble formed around them.  At first, it was clear inside like a cat’s eye marble with the two of them standing in the center.  The bubble grew cloudy, and then it burst, sending another hurricane-strength wind across the land.  The soldiers, Thomas and Mark Shermin covered their faces, and when they looked back at where Tina and Scott were, there was nothing there.  They were gone.
“What the hell,” Thomas exclaimed.
“I don’t know,” Mark Shermin replied as he took out his cigar and lit it.  “I’m just glad that I’m not the one that has to report it.”  He blew smoke over at Thomas, and then he walked away with a giant grin on his face.

I’m Not My Father’s Son: Chapter 16

I’m Not My Father’s Son (Fan Fiction Inspired By John Carpenter's Starman)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Chapter 16:
“Mommy, which star is Daddy again?”
“Come here, Scott,” and she lifted him up and placed him on her lap.  “My, you are getting so big.”
“I’m only five,” Scott laughed as his mother tickled him.  “What star is Daddy?”
“His star is…”  His mother took a long moment, searching the starry sky.  “That one.  You see it.  It’s right there,” and she pointed at a distant star.
“I see it,” and Scott also pointed at the star, which flickered against the darkness.  “Do you think that Daddy will come back home?”
“I’m sorry, Scott,” and his mother kissed his cheek.  “He can’t,” and she fell quiet.
“What do I say to people when they ask about him?  Can I tell them that he was an alien?”
“No, Scott.”
“Why not?”
“Because people wouldn’t understand.  They would be afraid.  The best thing would be to tell them that he was a house painter and that he died.”
“Mom?”
“Yes, Scott?”
“Am I an alien?”
“You’re my son, Scott, and I love you very much.  And I will always love you with all of my heart,” and she hugged Scott tightly in her arms.
Scott opened his eyes.  He felt lighter as he sat up like he was moving through air.  He was sitting on top of a gray slab, which glowed a whitish-blue.  He nearly fell toward the grayish floor, but instead of crashing, he hovered.  Then, he realized that his body was still on top of the slab, and tears were running down his face.  “Am I dead,” he cried to no one in particular.
“No,” he heard a voice say from behind him.  “Your human half is dying.  In a few moments, it will be dead, and then we can leave.”
Scott struggled to turn around.  It was like swimming in molasses.  A hand reached out and steadied him, bringing his feet to the floor.  Then, the hand pulled back, and a face appeared, almost hidden in white and blue light.  Then, a man stepped forward, and Scott realized that it was his father.  He could tell from the stories that his mother always told him, and years later, he was able to find pictures of him.  And the man standing before him was the same man that was seen in the newspaper article that talked about his death, but this was no man.  But it was still his father.
“Greetings,” his father said.  “Are you feeling better?”
“How am I still alive?”
“Your human half is dying.  Your alien half is much alive.  When we go home, we can make you whole.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“I don’t understand, Scott.”
“All these years.  All the running.  Why now?  Why choose now to come to me?”
“You called us, Scott.”
“No.”  Scott stumbled back.  “No.  I have no way of doing that.”
“You didn’t just send that man through the wall, Scott.  You sent an S.O..S. to us, and we responded.”  His father tapped his forehead.
“That was you?  That zapping to the head?  That hurt!”
“I’m sorry, but you called us.  And when you sent that S.O.S., I saw everything.  I’m sorry, Scott.  I loved your mother very much.  I love you.”
“Then, why are you killing me?”
“I am not.  You are killing you.”
“I don’t understand,” and Scott looked over at his body.  “None of this makes any sense.”
“Scott, look at me.”  His father waited until Scott turned his way, and then he smiled.  “You are two halves.  Human.  Alien.  They have been divided for a long time with everything that you have gone through.  When you threw that man through the wall and sent the S.O.S., you split yourself in half, making your human side weaker and your alien side stronger.  Hence, killing your human side.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“I know, Scott, but you no longer belong here.”  His father now reached for him, pulling him close.  “A lot of terrible things have happened to this world.  A lot more terrible things will happen to this world.”
“Tina…”
“You love her?”
“Yes.  I can’t leave her.”  Scott closed his eyes.  He could still feel the tears running down his face, but when he touched his face, it was dry.  “Can I save them?”
“It will be very difficult.”
“But I could?”
“You could try, if they let you.  But it’s too late, Scott.  We will be going home very soon.”
“But the gray orb.  That could heal me.  Right?  It’s done a lot.  I mean…  It’s done a lot of damage too.”
“No, Scott.  You never accessed the gray orb for its real purpose.”
“What?”  Scott stepped back from his father.  “What about what I did to my friends?  The blackout?  The man through the wall?”
“That was all you.”
“Then, what is the gray orb supposed to do?”
“You know.”
“I don’t.”
“If you don’t and you stay, you will die.  I am giving you a chance to live.”
“I can’t leave her.  If it wasn’t for Tina, I would never have made it this far.  I can’t leave her, Dad,” and his father flinched at that word.
“Dad?  I am so happy to hear you call me that, but in many ways, Scott, I am not your father.  And your mother is not your mother.”
“What?”
“We are your parents, but you, Scott…  You are something that I could never imagine.  You are what humans call a Miracle.  You are special, Scott.  More than you realize, but one day, you will know.”
“So, what happens now,” Scott said.
“Now, you decide.  You stay, or you go?”
“I want to stay.  I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Scott.  Your mother once told me that love is when someone is a part of you, and she is a part of you.  So am I,” and he touched Scott’s shoulder.  “I am proud of you.  Good-bye, Scott.”
Suddenly, a sensation mirroring that of an ice pick drove through Scott’s entire being.  He convulsed and writhed.  His head snapped back.  His eyes rolled upward, and his heart slammed against his chest.  His body crashed downward onto what felt like ground, and darkness caved inward.  He couldn’t breathe.  He couldn’t move.  Then, a brilliant light filled his gaze, and he realized that it was the sun.  He was lying on his back, and he rolled onto his side, slowly climbing to his feet.  He gazed upward at the brilliant blue sky, and then he looked over at Tina, who stood a short distance away.  He smiled and took a step toward her when a gunshot rang out, striking him in the chest, and he flew backward once more, crashing onto the ground.  And as he gasped for breath, the gray orb fell from his hand.

I’m Not My Father’s Son: Chapter 15

I’m Not My Father’s Son (Fan Fiction Inspired By John Carpenter's Starman)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Chapter 15:
“Good Morning, Winslow, Arizona!  It is a gorgeous, gorgeous blue skies Wednesday day.  If you’re stuck at work, I say get out and enjoy today.  In the meantime, here is a song by the American Alternative Rock Band, VAST called, Where it Never Rains.”
Scott could hardly believe that a week had gone by.  A week ago, the only thing that he had to worry about was running.  He was so paranoid that he was being watched, and he was.  Mark Shermin had been watching him, making an appearance at Jillian’s, and then later at the rest stop, where Scott was taken.  It was all now a blur, and the fog in his mind did not lift until he injected himself with the booster shot.  As the music flooded the car, he started to relax, but then he heard Tina gasp.  A week ago, all he had was his fear and paranoia, but the real nightmare waited up ahead, five military vehicles loaded with soldiers and three military helicopters.  And all guns were locked and loaded, and all they had to do was fire.  But they didn’t.  What were they waiting for?
Tina slammed on the brakes.  She looked desperately at Scott.  She then glanced upward at the helicopters.  “I could turn around,” she said, not looking at him, and her voice shook.  “What are we going to do?”
Scott was about to answer when the helicopters fired warning shots, surrounding the car.  If they tried to escape, they wouldn’t miss next time.  They would kill Scott and Tina, and then Scott realized why they had not opened fire yet.
“They want me,” Scott said to her.  “I’ll get out.  I’ll surrender.  You leave.”
“Fuck that.”
“Tina…”
“No,” and she grabbed his arm, tightly.  “No,” she cried.
“They’re giving you a chance.”
“I don’t want it,” Tina said.  “I’m not leaving you.”
“Scott Hayden, get out of the car with your hands up.  We will not kill the girl,” Thomas’s voice boomed in the air.  “If you do not come out with your hands up, then we will have no choice but to open fire, and in doing so, she will die.  Do not test me,” he declared before lowering the megaphone in his hand.
“Thank you,” Mark Shermin said to Thomas as he stood next to him.
“Don’t thank me yet.”  Thomas’s hand tightened over his gun.  In his other hand was the megaphone, and he started to raise it up to his lips when the car doors opened.  “Hands up in the air,” he yelled through the megaphone at both Scott and Tina as they exited the car.  “What is he holding in his hand?”  He raised the megaphone up to his lips again.  “Scott Hayden, drop whatever you are holding.  Do it now!”
Scott stood next to Tina in front of the car.  “Do you trust me,” he said to her.
“No,” but Tina smiled when she said that.  “Why?”
“Drop it now,” Thomas screamed.  “Or we will open fire.”
“I’m sorry,” Scott said.
Tina was about to answer when Scott dropped the gray orb in his hand.  It fell softly to the ground, but as soon as it touched the ground, a thunderous boom was heard, followed by a blue shockwave.  Everyone surrounding Scott including Tina fell to the ground.  The three helicopters flew backward, losing control.  Without hesitating, Scott grabbed the gray orb and then picked up Tina.  He quickly moved past the motionless men, some still holding guns, and then he paused by Mark Shermin.  He leaned down and touched the handcuffs, which popped open in response, and then he hurried away.  He was just descending downward toward the crater when darkness crashed over him.  He fell, and Tina fell with him.  They continued to topple downward, and he feared that she would be killed.  But his body refused to respond, and somehow, his hand became like a vice, gripping the gray orb tightly.  Then, nothing but dark skies.
“Scott,” Tina whispered as she snapped out of it.  “Scott!”  She climbed to her feet and hurried over to his unconscious body.  She shook him wildly, and his eyes struggled to open.  “Come on, Scott,” and she realized with horror that the soldiers were waking up and reaching for their guns.  The helicopters were also returning.  “Scott, get on your feet.  Come on.  Move!  On your feet, Scott!  Now!”
Scott grabbed Tina, and she helped him to his feet.  They started to move further into the crater when gunfire surrounded them.  They ducked behind a large rock, but the helicopters were locked onto them.  So were the soldiers with guns.  It was over.  They had lost, and Scott and Tina stood up with their hands in the air.  And then everyone looked up.
A giant sphere with a circular ring was descending in the sky above them.  Snow started to fall, surrounding Tina and Scott.  The sun faded, and red light gently kissed the ground.  Then, the red light gave way to blue light, and Scott felt a pull, a force ripping him from Tina’s hold.  And he tried to fight it as Tina screamed, but he was too weak.  And he was disappearing into a bluish-white light when the last thing that he heard was someone saying, “Greetings.”

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

I’m Not My Father’s Son: Chapter 14

I’m Not My Father’s Son (Fan Fiction Inspired By John Carpenter's Starman)

by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Chapter 14:
“Is this really necessary?”
Thomas looked over at the man sitting in the front passenger-seat.  His shirt was still bloody, but it was dried and dark.  There were little spots of red decorating his gray dress pants.  What hair he had was a mess with little grays rising upward, grays that Thomas vowed to never show, but he didn’t shave his head either.  The silver Rolex on the man’s wrist glinted against the rising sun, and for a moment, he thought he saw the hands on the watch move, which was impossible.  The watch had been dead for years, but then he thought of Scott.  And that was why Mark Shermin was sitting with his wrists handcuffed together.  “Yes,” Thomas snapped at him, and then he touched his ear piece, listening to whoever was on the other side.
“You could at least give me an ear piece, so I can listen in.”
“You’re lucky that you’re not tranquilized and thrown in the back, Mark.”
“You’re a dick, Thomas.  Why don’t you just shoot me?  Again?”
“I didn’t shoot you, Mark.  I killed you, but that’s what you get when you do something dumb like stab me with a needle.”  Thomas shook his head.  “He’s not your son, Mark.  I’m sorry that you and your son aren’t close…”
“Don’t talk about my son.”
“Okay.  Look, I don’t want to fight with you.  After today, we can go our separate ways.”
“After today, I’m done.”
“Do you think he’s going to let you retire, Mark?  With all that you know and have done?”
“You’re one to talk, Thomas.”
“I’m not going to apologize for my past, and I have no regrets about betraying you.  The decision’s been made, and the problem is going to be neutralized.”
“His name is Scott,” Mark snapped at him.  “Just let him go home.”
“And the aliens are going to what?  Leave like they did last time?  Maybe, he’ll piss them off, and they’ll wipe us out.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m a realist, Mark.  We can’t let him get near them.  As soon as he is in our sights, we take him out.”
“Don’t you want to dissect him first?”
“No.  We’re past that, and he’s probably dying fast anyway.”
“And the girl?  You going to kill her too?”
“I gave her a chance, Mark.  All she had to do was run.  Her staying was her mistake.  Now, are you going to behave, or am I going to have to use my gun to silence you?”
“I thought you weren’t going to shoot me again.”
“No, but I can use it to knock you out.”
“You’re a dick.”
“You said that already,” and Thomas waved his gun at Mark.  He watched Mark turn away and look out the window.  “Think of it this way, Mark.  You get to smoke that cigar,” and Thomas dropped the cigar onto his lap.  “You’re welcome.”
“He’s not going quietly.”
“He can’t control his powers, Mark.  Maybe, if we’re lucky, he’ll self-destruct,” and Thomas touched his ear piece.  “Showtime,” and he flashed a cold grin at the man beside him.  “I thought he would never get here.”
“Yeah,” Mark Shermin said as he looked down at the handcuffs.  “Welcome to Winslow, Arizona.”  He slammed back into his seat as Thomas hit the gas, and the black van disappeared down the road.