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|Information Gathering (standard:science fiction, 2821 words)|
|Author: Ben Lees||Added: Mar 12 2015||Views/Reads: 1257/967||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Two teenagers investigating the site of a meteorite strike find a lot more than they expected...|
Rebekah had never really noticed how quiet Alex Wolfe was before. But then again, she found herself thinking, if he had been less quiet she would probably have noticed him more before now. And then there would have been no reason to think he was so quiet, because he wouldn't be. There was probably a name for things which looped back around like that. She'd have to get online when she got home and look it up; it might make a subject for a future article for her blog. Thinking about it now, she realised there was actually a lot she didn't know about Alex in general. They had known each other for about three years, ever since she had started at the primary school after her family moved to the village. Apart from the usual school business, however, they had never had very much to do with each other, which was probably why he had looked so surprised when she had appeared at his front door asking him to help her with an article for her blog. But then, she told herself, he was a little more noticeable now after the last few days. It had been over a week now since the meteorites had fallen. For some reason that no one could really explain they had fallen in large groups, almost all of them landing on major cities in Europe and North America. One of the exceptions was the smaller shower that had fallen several hours after the others on her small village in the north of Scotland. The strike itself had been terrifying; the sky cracked with deafening explosions overhead which were then drowned out by more explosions on the ground as the rocks hit and shattered. It had been what she imagined an earthquake would be like. Rebekah's house hadn't been hit but plenty of others hadn't been so lucky; a few buildings were damaged so badly they would probably have to be demolished. The meteorites had fallen at an angle that brought them in over the hill that sat on the edge of the village and luckily the side of the hill away from the village seemed to have taken some of the impacts or the damage would have been even worse. And Alex had been right on top of the hill when the strike had come. There had been massive confusion immediately after the explosions had stopped but it eventually became clear that he was among the missing. Someone reported that they had seen him heading in the direction of the hill but, despite a search, nothing was seen or heard of him for most of the day until - to the massive relief of his parents - he turned up at his home by himself. Alex claimed he didn't remember much about what happened after the strike, just that he had decided to find somewhere to hide until he was absolutely sure it was safe again. Apart from that he hadn't said much about what had happened. And, quiet as he was, he still wasn't saying much now as together they climbed to the top of the hill. Rebekah tried him again: "So what was it like up here when the strike happened?" "Pretty scary. Like I say, I really don't remember much about it. Everything kind of happened all at once." "Yeah, I was at home when it happened. I was petrified. I thought the whole house was going to come down." Alex didn't reply. They carried on climbing, looking down frequently to avoid putting their feet into one of the numerous rabbit holes or stepping on any of the piles of droppings that littered the thick, clumpy grass. The grass still had a slight reddish tinge to it from the rain that had fallen a couple of days after the meteorites. The forecast had been clear but there had been a sharp and heavy downpour which had surprised everyone - not least because the rain was the colour of blood. Apparently there had been similar showers in other areas where meteorites had fallen and some meteorologists had a theory that it was caused by the dust thrown off as they had burned their way through the atmosphere. Water droplets in the air collected around the red dust particles and fell to the ground as rain. When the water dried up the dust remained, coating everything. Still, Rebekah thought, knowing what caused it didn't make the memory of watching the red streams flowing down the streets seem any less eerie. Click here to read the rest of this story (298 more lines)
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