Eve of Destruction (c) 
Chapter Four 
By Fiction Writer #13 
(nosex, sci-fi, paranormal, implied: M/g, incest, preteen, 
grandfather, granddaughter)

Allen's fingernails dug into the flesh of his thigh, trying to ease the itching 
that had suddenly flared up there.  A moment later the itching ceased, 
but not before he noticed that it was the same area that now had a dry, 
flaky, milky white stain, a stain left behind from Eve as she sat in his lap.  
'Damn it,' he thought, 'I'll have to get that dry cleaned.'

"Now, let me tell you a story." Mal continued, "The story of the other 
side."

Allen smiled at his longtime friend as he continued his tale.  He'd never 
seen him so wound up before.  Mal was just brimming over with energy, 
his hands acting out what his words were describing.  Mal was normally 
a very laid back and conservative person, but now he was behaving like 
a kid describing the rides he'd gone on at Disney World.

"That universe is old, much older than our own.  It has lived past its 
ultimate expansion and begun to contract.

"This other universe, it's not like ours," Mal continued. "It has its own 
rules.  Its own laws of what is possible and impossible.  It's very different 
than our own, but there are some similarities.

"For instance, life exists there; strange, wonderful, beautiful and horrific 
life; Beings that we would consider Gods and others with appetites that 
can only be described as whorish.  Their world is one governed by 
magic and dreams, imagination and spirit.  It's every fairy tale and 
nightmare, all rolled into one, or at least it was.

"They had Gods, or beings that behaved like Gods.  Their Gods were 
only as strong as those who believed in them.  The more followers, the 
stronger and more powerful a God became.  These beings fought one 
another for dominance of their followers.  Entire worlds were destroyed 
and created at their whim.  The balance of power shifted back and forth 
amongst them, and the belief of the people kept their powers in check, 
until one God figured out a way to defeat the others.  This God learned 
to lie.

"He passed himself off to the people as a benevolent Deity.  He 
promised them prosperity and peace, and they bought his lies.  Soon his 
followers outnumbered even the mightiest of the Gods.  His powers grew 
stronger than all of the other deities combined.  He became a God 
above all other Gods.  And once he was sure that he could not be 
defeated, he vanquished his rivals.

"With no other Gods left to worship or draw strength from, the people of 
that universe were at His mercy.  It didn't take long before they realized 
their mistake as those around them who questioned his power were 
struck down.  Many of the creatures of that universe were enslaved, 
murdered, or recruited into His army.  World after world fell victim to his 
crusade to rid the universe of those who would oppose Him."

Allen interrupted, "Mal, what are you talking about?  Can you hear 
yourself?  Gods and holy wars?  Worlds being conquered?  Don't tell me 
you actually believe this?"

"Every single word, Allen." Mal gave his doubting friend his most serious 
stare. "This happened.  In the other universe this really happened."

"How could you possibly know that?" Allen asked.

Mal leaned forward. "I know what happened there because I've spoken 
with survivors of that holocaust.  I know that what they've told me is the 
truth, I have no doubt about that."

"What? What do you mean, they told you?" Allen shook his head in 
disbelief.

"If you'd stop interrupting, I'll get to that." Mal leaned back on the tiny 
chair. "Wait until I'm done, then you can ask all the questions you want, 
okay?"

Allen put up his hands in mock surrender. "You got it, boss, please 
continue."

"Thank you.  I promise, by the time I'm finished most of your questions 
should be answered.

"Those who fought against Him knew that they could not ever hope to 
destroy Him nor could they stop his armies.  He had grown much too 
powerful.  Their only hope was to run, to escape.  But where could you 
run to when an all powerful being hunted you?  There was nowhere for 
them to hide, He could find them no matter where they ran.  From one 
end of the universe to the other they fled as His army picked them off 
one at a time.  They were forced to seek out other ways of escape, and 
that's when they discovered rifts.

"The survivors gathered together on one world in a desperate and risky 
attempt to escape Him once and for all.  Rifts were opened and an 
exodus began.  It was a slow process, and in many cases deadly.  
Passing through from one universe into another brought with it many 
dangers.  The possibility that they'd end up drifting in empty space, or 
buried within a planet, or burned alive by a star, loomed large.  However, 
facing death at the hands of His army drove them on.  Millions were lost, 
but many lived to see a new world open up to them.

"They had just opened up the first of the rifts when His legions 
discovered their plan.  A massacre erupted; His warriors murdered those 
who had not yet had a chance to attempt passage.  When news that 
some of His enemies had escaped His wrath, He became so enraged 
that He attempted to pursue them through a rift.  Those still trapped on 
the other side sacrificed themselves to prevent His passage.  They tried 
to close the rifts, to seal off the other world before He could pass 
through.  Unfortunately, He was too powerful.  He held the rifts open by 
his will and started to send his soldiers through before He himself made 
the journey.

"What He didn't know, was that those who had tried to close the rifts had 
destabilized them.  He and his army passed into the Void, where they 
have been trapped ever since; Drifting in nothing, neither alive nor dead, 
awake nor asleep, in a time out of time.

"Those left behind in the other universe were quickly rounded up and 
disposed of by the remnants of His army.  Millennia of war have left that 
universe a barren wasteland.  It is as close to what we would call Hell as 
there exists.  His soldiers made several attempts to free their Master 
from his prison in the Void, but their futile efforts were unsuccessful, 
mostly due to the fact that the knowledge of how to open rifts died with 
those they had murdered in His name."

Mal paused and looked around his grand-daughter's Technicolor room 
until he found her mini-fridge.  It, like the rest of the room, was awash in 
bright colors that nearly camouflaged it.  He stood, stretched his legs 
and casually opened the little door. "You want something to drink?"

Allen shook his head, but stood up to stretch his legs as well. "It's a good 
story, Mal, you should write a book."

Mal pulled out a can of soda and popped the top. "Do you know what the 
difference between a genius and a fool is?" He took a big swig. "A 
genius wants to learn everything there is to know, a fool thinks he 
already knows everything there is to know.  Sit down, I'm not done yet."

Allen, feeling like a scolded child, sat back down on the frilly and flower 
covered bed.

"Roughly five-thousand years ago, in what is now southern Iraq, a great 
shimmering light opened up between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers.  
The Sumerian people gathered there and witnessed what they believed 
to be Gods passing from the netherworld to enter theirs.  Strange 
beings, beings that possessed even stranger powers, approached them 
and offered gifts as a sign of peace.  These travelers were welcomed 
into their tribe as divinity.

"The newcomers quickly adapted to their new home and learned the 
language of their gracious hosts.  In return for allowing them to live 
amongst them, they shared their knowledge, and even developed a form 
of written language for the Sumerians that we know today as cuneiform.  
Ancient Sumer went through a technological and social boom under the 
tutelage of the newcomers.  The Sumerians would refer to the arrival of 
their guests as Niburu, which translates to 'planet crossing', and they 
called this new tribe the Elohim, or 'sons of God'.

"The travelers brought with them many tales of the place from which 
they had come.  They told of the old Gods and of the gifts they had 
shared with them, and the pains suffered as a result of defying them.  As 
the Sumerians began building cities, they took on the tales of these 
Gods as their own.

"Life for the refugees was going well until the two tribes began mixing.  
Some of the Elohim had found themselves attracted to the Sumerians, 
and took some as wives.  The mixing of blood created new races, and 
new tensions.  The children produced from these unions were neither 
human nor Elohim, but possessed qualities of both.  They were given 
the name Nephilim, the 'Fallen Ones', because their creation led to the 
end of peaceful cohabitation between the Elohim and the Sumerians.

"Each child born possessed powers that were beneficial to all those 
around them.  Arid lands grew crops in their presence, water spilled from 
stone, the sick were miraculously healed.  The Nephilim grew to be a 
prized possession for the Sumerians.  Each city sought to have their 
own child born from the son's of God.  Fighting erupted between the 
cities as Nephilim children were kidnapped or murdered.  The Elohim 
begged the Sumerians to cease the fighting, but their pleas went 
unheard.

"The Sumerians were no longer comfortable with them as neighbors, so 
they drove the Elohim from the lands of Sumer by force, and kept the 
Nephilim children as slaves.  Once again, the refugees of our sister 
universe found themselves on the run, hunted by the very people whom 
they had once called friends.

"Divided over how to deal with other humans that they would meet, the 
travelers parted ways from each other.  They spread out across the 
globe in search of a place to call their own, in most cases keeping 
themselves hidden from human eyes.

"One of the larger groups migrated all the way across the Atlantic 
Ocean, where they built a city in the image of their lost world.  This city 
was built near the island of Bimini, off the coast of Florida, and would 
later be known as Atlantis."

"Okay, stop right there, Mal," Allen interrupted angrily. "You have lost 
your mind.  I'm sorry, but that's just fucking ridiculous.  You're pulling my 
leg, right?"

Mal ignored his outburst and kept going with his story as if Allen hadn't 
said a word.

"Atlantis grew to be one of the greatest cities ever built on Earth.  
Believing that enough time had passed since their last encounter with 
humans, the Atlanteans sought to once again befriend the tribes of man.  
Ships set sail for distant harbors and trade began, though they were 
surprised at how little mankind had changed in the thousand or so years 
since they had left them.  They still found us violent, mistrusting, and 
greedy, but they had hopes that we would one day evolve past that.  All 
seemed to be going well, but once again, it was a short lived peace.

"The Atlanteans had grown curious about the fate of the universe from 
which they had escaped.  Those who had made the crossing had no 
way of knowing what had transpired once they had passed through the 
rift.  They wondered if it was safe to return to their true home and leave 
behind this world full of violent humans.  So they began to experiment 
with rifts once again, though much of their old knowledge had been lost.

"Word of what the Atlanteans were attempting spread quickly amongst 
the other tribes of the Elohim scattered around the world.  Some set off 
to Atlantis to aid them in their efforts, others warned against opening 
doors into the unknown.  The Atlanteans could not be dissuaded, 
though, and preceded with their work.

"Hidden, even from the Elohim themselves, was the knowledge that they 
had not crossed over to our universe alone.  Mixed in with their numbers 
were agents of the dark God that they had fled from.  These creatures 
had blended in with the Elohim, biding their time and waiting for their 
master.  Many of them had made their way to Atlantis, hoping to bring 
their God into our world.

"They worked in secret, helping the Atlanteans build the devices needed 
to open rifts.  They planned to sack the city the moment the rift 
appeared, but they were discovered.  Their plan to bring their God 
through the rift was thwarted, but not before they started a catastrophic 
chain reaction which pulled the entire city through the rift and into the 
Void where it, and all of the gathered knowledge of the Elohim, was lost 
forever."

Allen grumbled, "That's convenient.  Any evidence of there ever being 
an Atlantis... all of the proof, sucked into a Void.  I couldn't have come up 
with a better explanation than that myself.  Nope, makes perfect sense."

"Allen," Mal sighed, "I thought you wanted the whole story, everything, 
from the beginning."

"What I want, Mal, is some fucking truth, okay?" Allen stood from the 
bed and started walking to the door. "Not some bullshit fairy tale about 
lost cities, evil Gods, and beings from another universe.  If you can't tell 
me what the hell is going on, like a scientist and not as a story teller, 
then I might as well go back to my lab and get back to work."

"Allen, wait." Mal stood and tried to block Allen from leaving, but he had 
already moved by him and out of Eve's room. "Will you just stop and 
listen for a minute?"

"Mal, I'm done listening.  If you want to believe in fables and fairy tales, 
go right ahead, but I thought you of all people were above all that." Allen 
made his way down the narrow hall, noting that he could hear a shower 
running on the other side of one of the doors.

"Allen, would you just stop!" Mal growled.

"What did you tell me that day, Mal?" Allen kept moving until he was 
standing it what appeared to be a living room.  He paused a moment, 
trying to remember which of the four doorways led back into Mal's office.

"What day?" Mal caught up to his younger friend. "What did I say to 
you?"

"The day of my parent's funeral," Allen stopped and turned to face Mal, 
frustration clearly showing on his face. "You told me that you would 
never lie to me.  That you only sought the truth and that would be the 
only thing you ever gave to me.  Then I wake up this morning and I find 
out that you've been keeping all of this shit a secret from me?  Giant 
invisible bugs?  Monsters pulled from another universe?  And... and... 
Eve?  I can understand keeping that other stuff to yourself, but Eve?  For 
Christ's sake, Mal, I've been working with you on the RBC Factor for 
how fucking long now?  I still have no idea what the hell it is, but 
apparently it makes naked little girls disappear at will!  What the fuck, 
Mal?"

Allen whipped away from Mal and successfully chose the correct 
doorway to open.  Mal followed on his heels and entered his office right 
behind him.

"Allen, I know I should have told you sooner, but it's not as simple as 
that.  I wanted to tell you, I've wanted to tell you since I first brought you 
into this, but I couldn't."

Allen stopped before opening the door leading to the hallway, "Why the 
fuck not?"

"They wouldn't let me," Mal whispered.

"Who?"

"I guess it doesn't matter if they hear me now, they've heard everything 
since you stormed out of Eve's room." Mal sat at his desk, "The Council, 
Allen, the fucking Council."

Allen turned from the still closed door to face Mal, and was surprised to 
see anything resembling the old fight in the man now totally absent.  
Allen felt suddenly guilty, like he had tricked his long time compatriot into 
confessing a crime.  He slowly crossed the room and took the seat 
opposite his broken friend.

"I'm sorry, Mal, it's just... it's just so..."

"Unbelievable."

"Yeah.  I can't seem to wrap my brain around it.  It goes against 
everything I've ever been taught." Allen sunk against the leather seat.

"I felt the same way when my father first told me the story forty years 
ago.  I didn't believe him, either.  As a matter of fact, after he told me, I 
stopped talking to him.  I refused to hear him out and pretty much 
avoided him until it was too late.  He died two weeks later, and I never 
got to say good-bye; never got to tell him, that I finally believed him." Mal 
rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger. "I'm 
not going to let his legacy die with me."

"Mal, let's not start talking about dying now, old man.  You're the fittest 
sixty-three year old I know," Allen chuckled, "Must be all those young 
girls throughout the years."

"I'm serious, Allen, they'll be coming for me soon... I need to know that 
someone I trust can keep his dream alive."

"Mal, come on.  You're scaring me.  Why do you think the Council is 
going to move against you.  You've done everything they've ever wanted 
you to do.  I've never met anyone more loyal to Phoenix than you are."

Mal looked deeply into Allen's eyes. "I'm loyal, but not to Phoenix.  I 
believe in what my father started here, but the Council doesn't see things 
the same way as he did, as I do.  I've crossed a line by starting the 
second phase without their consent.  I've put things in motion that can't 
be stopped now.  I had to.  Time is running out."

Allen heard the fear in Mal's voice and looked around the office warily. 
"Maybe we should continue this back in Eve's room."

"They already know what I've done.  They've always known.  I'd hoped 
to keep it from them just a little longer, but it looks like my efforts have 
failed.  They'll be coming soon... maybe today, maybe next week, but 
they'll be coming.  When they do, I'll be gone, and Eve... Eve..." A tear 
ran down his cheek. "If they don't kill her... they'll certainly make her wish 
they did."

Allen leaned across the neat and orderly desk and put a hand on 
Malcolm's forearm. "If they come, we'll run.  We'll get the hell out of here 
and never look back."

Mal shook his head. "We won't be able to hide, they'll find us." He wiped 
his eyes dry before looking once again to Allen. "Eve's not ready yet.  
She needs more time.  We all need more time, but we are running short 
of that now.  Allen, I know you don't owe me anything, but I'd like you to 
promise me something."

"Anything Mal, you know that."

"I want you to do something that I didn't.  I want you to hear me out.  You 
don't have to believe me, just listen to everything and hold off your 
judgments until after I've finished.  After that, you can make up your own 
mind about whether or not you believe or don't believe.  If you still think 
I'm losing my mind, so be it.  What's important is that I've passed my 
father's story along, passed it to someone that I care about, and that I 
can trust.  Will you do that for me?"

Allen could hear the sincerity and desperation in Malcolm's voice.  This 
was as close to begging as he'd ever heard from him, and it made him 
feel very uncomfortable.  Mal wasn't one to beg, and he never wept so 
openly before.  He was always in control, dominant, the Alpha-Male.  
This new side scared Allen almost as much as Malcolm feared hearing 
him say no.

Allen sighed heavily. "Okay Mal, I'll listen to the rest."

Malcolm smiled and stood up from his seat. "Thank you Allen.  That 
means a lot to me.  It would have meant a lot to your parents as well.  
I've never told you this, but my father spoke very highly of your parents.  
When he passed, they helped me to move forward with his work.  I owed 
them so much, that when they died, I just had to do something to repay 
them.  I'm glad I did.  If I hadn't, I never would have met such a good 
friend."

Allen got a bit choked up hearing Mal speak about his parents, but held 
his emotions in check as he too stood up from his chair.  The pair shook 
hands before giving each other a quick embrace.  Malcolm was the first 
to break the silence.

"Come on you little shit, I've got more fairy tales to tell you," he said 
laughing as he headed back to Eve's room.

"Right behind you, old man." 

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Alone, still seated on the floor of the stark bathroom, Eve no longer 
dripped with water but with sweat. Her lips had stopped moving, but her 
body trembled with effort, her nostrils flaring with each inhalation.

'Why would someone want to kill my Grampa?' she wondered. 'Why do 
they want to hurt me?  Don't they do that enough already?'

Eve shook with the memory of some of the "tests" that she had been 
asked to perform.  Needles... so many needles had pierced her skin over 
the last year that she no longer cried when they asked to take more of 
her blood.

The needles weren't the worst, though.  The time that they had opened 
her cunny and took something out of her had hurt the worst.  She over-
heard one of the doctors say that they had taken her eggs, but she didn't 
think that was right, after all, she was a girl not a chicken.

The sex stuff hurt really bad sometimes as well; Especially when her 
Grampa had first pushed his penis into her.  It took a long time and a lot 
of practice before that stopped hurting, but now it felt okay.  It still made 
her sore down there, but eventually she liked the way he made her feel 
as they were doing it.

It felt like nothing else in the world, it was better than chocolate, puppy 
dogs, and teddy bears combined.  Now she couldn't get enough of his 
penis and its yummy creamy stuff, especially when he squirted it inside 
of her.  She could do without the other sex stuff, though, the stuff she 
had to do with the other people at the labs.  Some of those men had 
been really mean to her, no matter how much of a good girl she tried to 
be for them.

It wasn't all bad here, though.  Sometimes she got to play with the 
doggies in the kennel, and they were lotsa fun.  Once in a while she 
even got to play with other kids when they were done with them in the 
labs.  They were usually scared or crying after the lab, but it was still fun 
for Eve to have someone to talk to that was closer to her own age, even 
if it was only until the doctors made them sleepy again before taking 
them home.

What Eve really liked more than anything else, were the special teachers 
that her Grampa took her to see.  They were really neat!  Some of them 
just told her stories, scary stories about monsters.  Others showed her 
different tricks that she could do that others couldn't do.  Her favorites 
though were the one's who taught her about the Ether, and how to play 
with it.

For some reason she was really good at it, or so they said.  All she knew 
was that after a while, she could see this Ether thing that they kept 
talking about.  She told one of her teachers that she could see it, and 
even described it to her, but she hadn't believed her.

That didn't matter much now, though.  Somebody was coming to hurt her 
and her Grampa.  Eve shivered despite the jungle-like environment of 
the bathroom as she listened to Allen and Grampa make their way back 
into her bedroom. 

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Mal and Allen once again took their adoptive seats in the child's room.

"Allen, one more thing before we get started again," Mal asked after 
taking a swig from his soda.

"What's on your mind, Mal?" Allen pulled a teddy bear out from beneath 
him and placed it back on the pile of pillows from which it had fallen.

"When it happens, when they come for me, I want you to help get Eve to 
safety.  If you can't, then I want you to find her brother, Robbie.  Find him 
and tell him everything I've just told you, and everything I'm about to tell 
you.  Can you do that for me?"

"Sure Mal, but..."

"Don't worry about where the boy is now.  Reynolds has orders to seek 
you out in the event of my death.  He'll help you.  He knows how 
important this is.  In fact, he's also been charged with Eve's protection, 
so you'll have help there as well."

Allen nodded his head. "You got it, Mal." 

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Eve was standing in a heart beat, her bare feet sliding widely on the wet 
tile floor.

"I HAVE A BROTHER!" she yelped before her hands covered her 
mouth, hoping beyond hope that they hadn't heard her cry out.

When a few seconds passed without a knock on the bathroom door, she 
breathed a sigh of relief and quickly resumed her position on the floor.  
She hoped she could get the spell to work again after breaking contact 
so violently.

'I have a brother... ' she pondered before her eyes closed, '... and his 
name is Robbie.'



Continued in Chapter Five....


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