[u]Invasion[/u] "Me and my family lived on the road, part of the reason for my interest of Vehicles, at this point of my life we were able to stay in a broken down and abandoned house for a few weeks." I walked over to my mother, "I'm going outside Mom." "Not yet! You haven't even eaten dinner." "Mom I'm fine" I gave her an irritated look. "No sweetie, you need to eat, besides your father will be home any minute." "Don't call me sweetie! I'm 16." I said, giving her another irritated look. She always treated me like a little kid. I went over to our couch to sit, it's a good thing I did because I would need my rest for what was about to happen. "Fine, I'll just lay here." I was drowsy, I let out a yawn and I slowly drifted into a nap, into a nightmare. "Wake up, or all will burn...you will burn.. Wake up..." It was a raspy voice, I looked around to be surrounded in fire, my hands were trembling, and the scent of smoke clogged my nose. "Wake up... Wake up..." The voice slowly turned clearer and clearer. I looked around to my surroundings and they turned to ash. I could see my mother, her skin was gone and her skull was on fire, the eye sockets stared into my eyes. "Wake up" she said. I opened my eyes, was I dreaming? I could smell smoke. I looked up and I saw my mother. There was fear in her eyes. "The Fallen are here! They're burning down the town!" I could barley think straight. "Where's Dad?" Is all I could think of. "I'm not sure, he hasn't gotten home yet, Get up!" "So are we waiting for him?" Before she could answer I heard a loud shatter. I felt pieces of glass graze my back. "VANDAL! RUN AMANDA!" Shouted my mother. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen and threw it to me. "Meet me in the Workshop!" She cried. I went to face the Vandal, I couldn't even look at it. It was almost as if it was a creature that fed off my fear, he looked into my eyes, slowly getting closer and closer. Somewhere inside of me I gathered enough courage to talk. "CHOKE ON IT!" I screamed. I threw the knife, aiming at the head. It was slowly spinning and spinning, I watched it travel across the air, it wasn't centered and I didn't even think the blade would hit. "GRAARR" It made contact, the blade in his head, but he was still alive. "ARRRGH" He bellowed screams as he tried to take the knife out of his skull. I reached the doorway, and slammed the door. "What happened? Are you OK?!? It was my mother. I could tell she was tearing up. "Thank god your here!" I answered. "We don't have long, I threw the knife... And... His head... And.. He roared... And...Oh it was gross.." "I'm sorry you had to go through that.. But really you should board up the door, he might still me out there!" "I'll board it up with anything I can find!" My mother opened up a cabinet and brought out a safe. "What's in that?" "A shotgun." "What?" "I kept it in case of something like this" She took it out of its casing, it was a sleek grey shotgun, I noticed the Tex Mechanica logo engraved on the side. It was a slug shotgun. BAM BAM BAM (Fallen Chatter) "I hear him! He's getting in!" I shouted. "Move out of the way Amanda!" She aimed her shotgun to the door. I crouched behind a table. CRASH The vandal broke down the door, the makeshift barricade collapsed. I turned away to hear a loud BANG! And the doomed vandals final breath. I peered over the counter and the vandal was dead, the knife still stuck in his head. But there was still some noises. "Oh no..." "What?" I asked. "The Ceiling." She said "Shit." [i]To be continued[/i] ToC https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/149984808/0/0