The Weapon: Armageddon
It’s here. I can hear its footsteps on the starless, rainy night stomping against the cement of the Lighthouse. It breathes heavily, looking for signs of life around the area, and gives a shrill scream of victory. It found us. We know our cover is blown, so we dash to the bottom of the Lighthouse towards the exit portal to who knows where, but we’re too late. The creature’s army destroys the base of the Lighthouse, and the walls cave onto us. The portal closes as we all breathe our final breaths, and a single tear drop from a little boy hits the ground. It’s silent, but it feels like the sound of an earthquake as he cries.
He whispers, “I don’t wanna die, mommy. I don’t wanna be the last one!” We all feel the world collapse in on us, as the gargantuan build of the monstrous beast destroys our cover.
“It’s over, traitor,” I say as it slithers over to our cluster of bodies, ready to kill each one of us, “it’s time to die.”
April 28th, 2045. 20 years earlier…
The aftermath of World War III has ravaged the planet, as all ice has melted, and most countries are either in anarchy or poisoned with radiation. A third of all life that once was is now deceased, and peace no longer exists. Mourning the recent assassination of President Wemmie and her vice president, Hannah Wegner, the United States was desperate for something to destroy. Luckily, only a few years earlier, extraterrestrial contact had been made. Around 2025, the U.S.'s Global Intelligence & Surveillance satellite picked up strange signals in the asteroid belt near Ceres and sent out a shuttle to investigate and pull it back. Never mind that the ship's pilots would be old men and women when they returned to report there was a UFO in their tractor-beam. When the pilots came back, the press was all over them. However, they were bound by contract not to say anything, otherwise nobody would ever hear from them again. The people, starved of all knowledge of the U.S.’s plans, were furious and raided what remained of the most infamous alien surveillance camp in all of North America, Area 51. All information the U.S. government had left there spread to the public like high school gossip. The press, the media, and everyone knew everything about all future weapons and extraterrestrial plans. Among other things, they found a file on one of the most highly kept secret plans in years. The file was called ‘Operation: Cold Blood’, and it revealed that the U.S. Government had found and made contact with aliens during the Great Purge. The press had a field day with this new information and harassed the corrupt Texas senator and soon-to-be president of the United States Christian Bell with questions. He answered to the best of his ability and then won a presidential election because of it. But, unbeknownst to everyone else, the CIA was in cahoots with Senator Bell, and this was their plan all along. The info he gave the press was fake, and he was the one who organized the assassination of President Wemmie with his small Texas-based terrorist group, the Sons of the Revolution. In short, he wasn’t at all a good leader. But, he did what the CIA paid him millions of dollars to do, start and keep secret the covert operation Weapon: Delta. This was a secret task from the CIA using the harvested DNA of the dead aliens to create what they called the ‘Weapon to end all others’. That’s where I come in.
My name is Lola Esmerelda Stewart, and I’m the heir to the throne of England. Wait, correction, I am the queen of England. After Princess Anne died from cancer, everyone started withdrawing from the royal family. And then that left me, Great Great Great Great Grandniece of Queen Elizabeth I. Sure, being a queen at only age 14 was hard enough, but the constant chaos of running the whole country (parliament was nonexistent by the time of my coronation) was just too much. Every voice in the chaos builds up like a thunderstorm in my head, waiting to strike a fatal blow at my sanity. But after my friend and president of the United States Lorelei Wemmie got assassinated, the press surrounded Buckingham Palace, demanding that I state the unfortunate events. But, I refused to give any information and denied any and every press conference offer, because I was the only one in the world (besides the terrorists and the CIA) who knew about Weapon: Delta. I knew what President Bell was up to. However, everyone questioned my judgment, because I was the “Girl Queen of England”, and didn’t know the first thing about properly putting on makeup, let alone ruling the country. That was mildly infuriating, but it was no problem because I made like my favorite old singer and Shook it Off. Once I knew how the states were being run, it only felt safe to issue a state of emergency warning all over the country, after all, if one small little bomb even takes a lick of our soil, it’s game over for all of us. But when info on Weapon: Delta reached my ear, I knew it had to be stopped. I had seen countries die a swift, painful death at the hands of greed and power, and the states would be no exception if Weapon: Delta existed, for that kind of weaponry is capable of wiping out humanity as we know it. This alone was enough to make me worried as hell, but I decided to keep this secret and covertly ally with Germany, South Korea, Brazil, France, and Australia. We called our secret alliance the International Illuminati of Liberty, or the IIL for short. Our first meeting is today, and each country sent 2 ambassadors to support the cause.
“Alright,” I say as we enter our underwater base in the Atlantic ocean, “the world is currently in turmoil, and the United States is up to something. The people are oblivious to their plans, but we must stop them. As far as we know, the U.S. has started nullifying its constitutional rules and have made a terrorist the president. This in itself is a problem, however, they have taken it a step too far by creating a weapon capable of human extinction as we know it. The project is called Weapon: Delta, and the U.S. described it as a weapon to end all others. I cannot believe that I am saying this about the United States of all countries, but dark times call for dark responses. It is up to us to stop this plan. You guys are the people I most trust.”
“당신을 신뢰한다는 것을 어떻게 알 수 있나요? 우리 모두는 당신이 웨미 대통령과 좋은 친구라는 것을 알고 있습니다!” says one of the Korean men. I guess he doesn’t know much English.
“He asks why we should trust you, after all, you were good friends with President Wemmie. Also, if you don’t mind me asking, how do you know this information? That does make me a bit suspicious as well,” says his female partner.
“I can see where you are coming from, but I promise you I have good intentions. I got my info from an MI6 agent working in the CIA. I’m begging you, please don’t make the mistake of ignoring my words, for it is true and the fate of the world is in our hands. We are the future of all life in the universe as we know it. If this weapon destroys us, what’s stopping it from destroying everything?” I cry the last words out, as I know I may be witnessing the last moments of human life ever. Just as the other members of the IIL are coming over to comfort me, we hear a loud sound destroying the calm serendipity of the Atlantic Ocean water.
“It’s a nuke!” a German man screams as we finally see what destroyed the surface of the water, “We must’ve been compromised. GET TO SHELTER!”
“What shelter is there, we’re underwater! The blast and the radiation will hit us spot on!” yells the petite French woman. Just then, a voice that sounds strangely familiar comes over the intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen of various countries, my name is Christian Bell, and I’m the leader of not just the United States, but the CIA and the Sons of the Revolution, and I’ve heard some very disturbing things about my country and my weapon. This simply cannot slide, so I hereby declare war on your little group. But, I don’t think we’ll have a war for much longer… he he he.”
As soon as he cuts off, the bombshell opens up to reveal a slender, clay-like substance emerging from a small containment tube.
“What the hell is that thing? And what is it doing?” says the Australian man, and in that moment, the substance molded into a person with a sharp sledgehammer for a hand. It bangs up on the glass, and water starts spewing out. It hops into our underwater base.
“Hello, new target. My module program is named Weapon: Delta, and this is the end.”
We all look at each other with horror, as the weapon that is capable of destroying life as we know it has been released upon us.
A single teardrop spews from my eye as I say “Weapon: Delta has come. We’re all doomed.”