There's a novel that's been brewing in my head for the better part of 20 years. Lately I've had the urge to get it out finally. This work of fiction is about a future Earth, where interplanetary travel is commonplace. Not to get too spoilery - but an anomaly is passing through the solar system, and the story concerns a group of people who are most closely affected by it. Chapter 1 below is a flashback/prologue. The rest of the book takes place years later. As of right now I'm in the "get all this crap out of my head" phase; no polishing or major rewrites have been done yet.
I'm concerned that maybe this is too early to put it out there... but I feel it's smarter to get all the input I can.
A young girl, barely nine and small for her age, stuck her head through the door - the room was empty. No one in the adjacent rooms... the entire level was silent except for the hissing sound of escaping air and the occasional thud of buckling walls. Emergency lighting cast a faint red glow across the ceiling. She snuck through a maze of cubicles, keeping her head low to stay in the shadows. Her bare feet helped quiet her movements, as long as she could avoid kicking the papers and random items littering the floor. She fought her shuddering fear, aggravated by the drafty cold, and stifled her breath with every ounce of strength and restraint she had.
Everyone had left in a hurry. Only hours ago there was screaming... a horrible moaning sound that reverberated in the floor, muffled gunfire elsewhere in the building… she’d dove into a supply closet and tugged on the doorknob as hard as she could, keeping herself inside, until her muscles gave out. She regretted getting out of bed. She’d only come up to the labs to see what her father was working on. She could be in a warm bed right now… she could be somewhere safe with him.
The girl opened the next door slowly… finally, the main corridor. Stripes of red emergency light broke up the long stretch of pitch black in either direction. To the right, her path was blocked by a collapsed ceiling, not a single crevice to squeeze through. To her left, the hallway split off. It was lit by something swaying around. A lamp, a flashlight...? She heard someone - something - making a clangor around the corner. Boxes tumbling, glass breaking. She couldn’t tell if it was coming or going. She looked ahead - four feet away, only a steel door was between her and the way out. It was probably locked. She remembered the code: Dad’s birthday. I can’t sit here - it’s time to go, right now. She shoved her fear as far away as she could, and leapt across the hallway.
9513
The security pad buzzed, the sound ripping through the silent tomb of a hallway. The racket stopped. Her heart stopped.
9513
It buzzed again. The door behind her clacked shut. That’s it; they’re coming. She yanked at her hair and felt death crawling up her spine.
9513 9513 9513 9513 9513
Work damn it! Why why why why won’t it work? Her thoughts fell apart - could she run? Where could she run to? A shadow appeared at the end of the hall, and the light went out. Her face tightened up and the tears started pouring - suddenly it popped into her head: maybe he wrote the date differently…?
5913
The light turned green, the bars inside the door shifted, and with a swish, the door slowly slid aside. Too slowly; she pushed herself in the room and pounded on the DOOR CLOSE button. She yanked on the frame - close, you piece of shit!
The door clicked, there was silence again, but the girl was far from feeling safe. She dove behind a toppled file cabinet… and stayed there several minutes to compose herself.
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The transmission began. The image was grainy and dark - save for a man with sharp features, thinly lit by a sidelong red glow. He whispered harshly, in broken sentences:
“This is a priority message to Proto Central Offices on Ganymede…. I am Doctor Kurt Metzger, Director of Biotechnical Studies, Triton Research Center. We have an emergency situation… this station seems to be under attack. The attackers are as yet unidentified. I haven’t been able to get a visual. That is - I can’t describe their appearance. It’s some kind of camouflage…? I saw something with... some kind of suit that... absorbs light. At least I think… as, as I said, I can’t really describe what I’ve seen. What’s more, they seem to… affect our surveillance equipment. And the way they move - it doesn’t seem human. I wish, I wish I had a rational explanation. There is none. I don’t know who they are. What... they are.
“First there was an explosion - near the cluster. That took out our main systems. We’re on emergency power. Things are quiet for now. We’ve lost many people… it’s hard to get an assessment… many parts of the base have lost structural integrity. Doctors Green and Levin are unaccounted for. The security detachment seems to have been wiped out. Most of my staff is missing. So many people… including my… including our volunteer subjects. Oh, God…”
The man in the fuzzy video wept quietly for a moment, then inhaling rigidly, regained his composure.
“I’ve managed to evacuate a small group to the launch area. Unfortunately, our ships are not fully charged and won’t make the trip to the nearest planet. We will try to use the comm station here to establish contact with the other departments. If we’re overrun, or if life support gives out, we’ll launch and establish orbit. We should have about a month of provisions. Please… send help as soon as possible.”
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Something like an hour had passed. Maybe a few hours.
Her shirt collar was pulled up around her nose as she kneeled in the fetal position. The boiling adrenalin had given away to aching, frayed nerves - and her pajamas couldn’t shield her from the waning warmth. The moderate draft had given away to bitter cold. With her arms tucked into her shirt, she breathed heavily into her clasped hands. It helped… a little. After a while, she worked up the nerve to poke her head up and take in her surroundings. She was in a laboratory; the ceilings were low, most of the lights were out, those that remained couldn’t reach the walls. The modular room curved slowly to the left, farther than she could see. There was a partition every ten meters or so. The entire base was a labyrinth of circles within circles.
There was near silence, save for the familiar hum of life support… and the tide of blood pushing against her eardrums. It was strangely and vaguely relaxing. Finally, there was enough clarity to plan.
Where would he be waiting for me? The dock is in… somewhere in that general direction. The habitat’s underground. But the explosion was underground too - at least, that’s what everyone was yelling. He was up here, in the offices. Would he go down there? That’s not really what he would do, I don’t think. He would probably want me to wait… at the ship?
The uncertainty ate at her but she started the trek toward the launch pad, a kilometer or two, until she could think of something better. At first darting along the walls from one shadow to the next, then jogging at the light’s edge. She was happy to concentrate on her exertion rather than isolation, hypothermia, being murdered, crushed, possibly asphyxiated… she concentrated harder. Her eye sockets burned. It was… how many hours since bedtime? A lot.
She was near the central hub. Down a thin hallway, there was a giant door, ten centimeters thick. They gave a quick tour when she arrived: the computer cluster was behind there, three stories down, in an insulated clean room. There was no reason to open that door, it’s off limits to everyone but senior engineers - who were off-planet anyway.
But it was open, just slightly. Maybe enough to...
She paused to weigh her priorities. This was the worst possible time to submit to curiosity. Maybe if the door’s open, he could be down there checking the damage. Probably not. But the heat…! The heat melted the gritty frost out of her muscles, her shoulders drooped in utter relief. There was soft light through the crack, yellow and life-giving like the Sun back home. She hadn’t laid in a green field in weeks. The anxiety rose out of her like steam, along with most of her resolve.
I can just sit for a minute… or a second… then I have to go.
She sat, legs splayed out, and her head sank into the corner by the doorframe. She blinked slowly, unable to focus…
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There was an ungodly low wail from the outer ring, like rusty metal machinery. It reverberated in her chest and sent stinging shockwaves to her limbs. Her eyelids wrenched wide, not really sure if she really heard it, or if she just jolted awake.
How long was I…? All she could do was watch the hall, unblinking.
There was an echoed sifting sound. Quiet, but getting more distinct. Something came around the corner, near the floor. Two arms, or feelers… sliding along the floor… she could barely discern the deep black of the figure from the almost-black of the adjacent hall. All the same, she was frozen in abject terror. She tried not to breathe.
The feelers dragged the rest of the dark creature into the hallway - a horribly shaped mass, it lurched forward, and lifted its back end up - and it towered above the terrified girl. A twisted humanoid, pulled along like a corpse on puppet strings, limbs all swishing and bent the wrong way. She couldn’t see its face. It had no face, or no features at all… the light swirled around it, sucked into the dark surface of the thing, like a monster made of a black hole.
The girl was frozen as the creature lumbered toward the door. The warbled moaning surrounded her, filled her head. The hallway bowed inward; the very air seemed to draw her toward the thing. Her brain was scrambling for escape but there was no way out. She couldn’t remember how much the door was open, maybe she would fit, all she had to do was tilt her head to look… but there was absolutely no chance she would move, not a micron, not a twitch. Her lungs burned for air, transfixed eyes watered, clenched jaw creaked, her body screamed at her to run.
The contorting humanoid mass stopped right before her. The tiny, exhausted girl could only stare at what she thought was Death Himself, come to take her to oblivion. The sobbing shook her, knotted up her stomach, and she whimpered out all the breath she had in her lungs. In her short life she never thought about what the end would be like, never a moment’s thought about the nightmare of eternal nothing, but here it was.
She heard her mother’s voice… which was impossible. In that dark vortex she saw familiar eyes and a familiar expression. There was a far away muttering, no words she could understand, but a voice that loved her and wrapped her in safety. It was sad… or remorseful… or encouraging. All of those things, maybe. It was inviting her to come, she thought. She heaved a few long breaths to expel the grief… and was pulled to her feet.
Soon everything around her was gold, and the hot breeze flowed upward, lifting her arms, lifting her head… it felt like walking and falling at the same time. There was something whipping around her, like sprites or leaves, bright and flitting and crackling. Her disembodied guide walked ahead, to enter a flowing and undulating pool. The girl’s mind was swirling with images of Earth, of all the places she’d ever been. They all felt like one place. Everywhere felt like home.
The child reached out into the giant floating glob of liquid; it was fresh and beautiful, like being outside. More than that - like she was underwater her whole life, in a dark and sheltered womb, and about to be born into a greater world. There was tingling all over, a lightness in her heart, and she smiled wide through the crumbling shell of despair. As she reached her hands in, they felt like they were miles away. Her head, her body were all sucked in and shed away, nothing left but a floating consciousness, a comet in a glittering sky, each light new and familiar at the same time.
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Metzger was hoarse from shouting her name. The tattered lab coat hung off him like it weighed a ton, his tie was long gone, his entire outfit was creased and faded. He didn’t smell filthy, just… stale. He dialed his phone non-stop as the emergency crews were shuffling through room after room of wreckage.
Hours later, he had checked under every desk, in every closet in half the base. He’d already been mourning her for the past week, and there just wasn’t enough hope left by now to be crushed. Now that there was little question, he planned the next few weeks. His father had died the year before, his mother three years before that. He was well versed - but this was a different pain altogether. This is not the natural order of things. He righted a chair and collapsed onto it, defeated. An officer in red hazard gear took off his helmet and approached him.
“Doctor, it seems like we’ve found everyone there is to find. The offices have been compromised. The habitat wing is completely collapsed and has probably been exposed to space for days now. It’s regrettable that we couldn’t -”
The phone in Metzger’s hand went off. He quickly snapped upright and put it on speaker. “Yes?”
“Doc, this is Warren from Team 3. We’re in the center ring, just above the cluster. There’s still life support in here. One of my team says - she found someone.” His voice broke up as he exerted himself. There was a crash of metal debris.
“What’s that? Warren! You said you found someone?” Metzger jumped up and was already on his way.
“Yeah, it looks like we have a matching descrip… oh, God. Oh, sweet Jesus.” He yelled away from the phone. “Get some guys from Medical over here, right the fuck now!”
Metzger was outside the cluster in minutes. The medical team was already there, working with the cleanup crew to pull a litter through snarled beams and panels. He walked up to the busy crowd - an EMT put a hand on his chest.
“Sir, it’s probably best if you -”
Metzger threw the man aside, not acknowledging him. As they set the bed down and checked for vital signs with blood-caked gloves, he stepped forward to see what he’d been dreading for days. He dropped to his knees, opened his mouth to scream, but all he could manage was a cracked and soft plaintive howl.
There was his life’s treasure, his future, his beloved stepdaughter.
Broken, burned and ripped to pieces.