Foreword
This is the third and last of the Citizen K series. You shouldn't have to have read the last two stories as I've tried my upmost to make this a standalone story. But that will be a bonus. And hopefully, you can see the progress in writing as well.
Quick recap
Aliens have just invaded the world. We focused on K, one of three people, and marked his struggle struggle to survive the first two days and nights with them.
Read (unabridged),
Citizen K I:
"They came from out of space or Citizen K"
Citizen K II:
''Burning Shadows (Partie deux et Citizen K )''
Cheers,
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Title:
Extant. or
Home Town Glory.
Word count: 1990
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Rabindranath Tagore
Where are you God? K asked softly, despondently.
The wind blew dust whilst the setting sun drew longer shadows across the rain swept street. The remains of a three storey office lay littered here and flung there. K, ever the Hitchcockian figure, sat atop a broken stolen airship. He likened it to a PPV (Protected Patrol Vehicle) with due exception given to the alien Blade-Hovering Technology underneath rejecting the need for wheels.
Ks failings haunted him still. The superimposed thought: you were supposed to protect me daddy; spun on a needle inside his fragile mind. A part of his self wondered when the morose record would cease; another knew the life-long ambitions of the passive passenger.
K closed his eyes; it was always a sunny day in this dream. He could see her two feet playfully walking about in the yard with her new found freedom. He lifted his eyes; he could see the light blue eyes, toothless smile and blonde fringes...
These days, where the child was concerned, the weary mind only allowed the reminisces of sweet nothings.
K opened his eyes to a brewing thunderstorm. The eerie silence -left by the absence of the three day air raid- was only disturbed by the pitter-patter of rainfall. Tanks were coming from an Easterly direction; lots of tanks. He jumped off the airship to find Joel.
Joel was the seventeen old, K, in his mid thirties, wanted to be. Twice K had fallen amidst survival, and twice Joel had been there to pull him to safety.
K walked past Bella and the newly found pilot. Bella wore an oversized helmet beside her dust ridden school uniform. It was for her sake that K had crawled out of his comfort zone. Bella in return had gotten Joel to come to his rescue. He knew little else about her.
The rescued pilot was Captain Lisa. K found her to be a mature level headed adult. She was quick to name their airship: Nur and was quicker still to point out her marriage to a Major in the UNA army. K liked that she cut off the possibility of sexual tension at the roots. She was beautiful, sure; her green eyes shone through her muddied cheeks to reveal an angelic face. But she kept her modesty well preserved by gesture, presentation, and language. At best, there was to be sisterly affection on her part. K welcomed the lack of a lingering eye because he didnt like the idea of war as a background for romance. And an adulterous romance far less.
K found Joel drinking a Vodka/energy-drink mix called Vodka Bull. This is going to be difficult Joel. So Ill spit it out as is.
Joel smiled. Hello to you too!
Laugh. But a nickel says you wont in a moment. The bombing last night has left only the Eastern and Western sides free.
-Nur?
- there are a lot of tanks coming down the west side. Nur is still down and out....
Still? We go east then.
K shrugged. Were on the same road; how long do you reckon it will be before they reach us? And reach us they will at night...
So... we stand our ground... or go meet them. If both were not suicidal, either would be fine!
K averted his eyes. Or one of us can hold them off long enough to let the others reach Fort Square...
Joel bit his lip. The smile wore off. Bet a dollar, you think it should be me...
K returned his eyes. Im not as brave as you are Joel. You smile in the face of death. I bow down and offer my neck. Im ashamed to say it but its true...
Adrenaline pumped Joels heart hard. You fucking coward! I saved your LIFE!
Thank you, K said.
Joel raised his hand but did not strike K. How long till they get here?
Minutes before dawn...
Ill kill em all. Just you see... why, if you had come here and said that you would die for us... I would never have let you. I would have gladly...
K dropped his head. He knew.
Joel picked up his shotgun. You dont mean to tell them?
I do.
DONT! Joel barked. He saw Bella rise. He met her eye before he turned and ran westward.
Bella approached K agitated. Where is he going?
I dont know...
Then you wont mind me going after him then... Bella said setting off after Joel.
No wait... K grabbed Bellas elbow. There are tanks coming that way... one of us had to distract them to give the rest of us a chance to survive... He... wanted to...
So why did he run off angry then...? Lisa asked. You blackmailed him emotionally, didnt you?
Bella ran off after Joel.
Lisa cocked her semi-automatic, and wore her noir army issued rucksack. She spit at the ground K stood upon. You sent a kid to his death, you horrible human being...
K watched her run off in the westerly direction until she too became a speck on the skyline. He finished four Vodka Bulls, then returned to his defunct airship, Nur, and waited miserably for the tanks to come from the East.
~
He was alone with his blood shot eyes. Torchlight in hand, K eyed his surroundings in the semi-darkness. He shivered in the rain- in fear more than the cold. With the tanks on the horizon, K had stared at an impossible situation. Sending the children away with the Pilot ensured their safety.
Current circumstances beat into him the necessity to think only of surviving the next few hours.
Sometimes sacrifices were needed... Hic!
Fight or flight? Neither. Hic!
The tanks approached at a steady pace.
K clenched his fist. The rain struck his face as K looked up at the sky. WHERE ARE YOU GOD? ANSWER ME?
The darkest thoughts egged on the drunken stupor. Fight... take flight... or die... You will die, Kiefer, you will die.
K got up and kicked a desk laid on its side. He kicked it several times. WHY AM I SUCH A FUCKING FAILURE? Why did you take her away from me...? ANSWER ME! I want to hear what you have to say about me...
Lightening struck angrily. Deafening Thunder broke.
Pure fear and tears told how all was lost, said and done.
Silenced, K sat crestfallen onto a wet office chair amidst the pouring rain.
As before, so once again; everything went darker still...
~
What does one do when God himself turns his back on you?
You pick yourself up, and fight the devil with your bare hands. Unfortunately.
Citizen K
Minutes before dawn
...K woke up to simpler thoughts that relaxed the mind and made tender the heart. The sleep had calmed him down. The shivering stopped as he came to his senses. He had done the right thing. He had saved the children. He had not failed in that regard. Thus through the tired blinks of a fading eye, he was at a peace with himself.
A mile away, an Officer -sat in the first tank- saw the lone figure cock his head.
Masterful, he said in his tongue once he had fired his weapon. He then sent for two smaller more agile patrol vehicles to investigate.
K lay on the ground with his hands over his head. He looked at the wreckage behind him lit in fiery agony. A carcass had landed on him. He pushed it off. He then saw two vehicles nearing him at speed. He rushed to Nur and locked the door. The ignition worked. It was the actual motoring of the vehicles blades that needed to work. It didnt. K thumped the dashboard before kicking it.
K watched the two vehicles stop outside his carriage. The ranking Officer had K presumed- a satellite communications backpack. The Communication Officer kicked the carcass on the floor. The Officer asked the observer in the tank how many people he had seen. One. Satisfied with the answer, he walked over to Nur. K watched the officer radio back and forth about the vehicle. He then realised that it was radioing the serial number of the vehicle. He also figured that they could not open the hatch as they would have done it already. Another alien connected a fuel hose between Nur and the closest vehicle. Ks eyes widened with shock as the lights on the dashboard came on. K watched astonished when having emptied the first vehicle, they then attached the fuel hose to the second. K memorised the fuel icon.
The idea that a human being could be inside the vehicle had not occurred to the ranked Officer. Nor could it, for human beings were pathetic dumb creatures to him. He thought only of the poor injured martyr of an alien stuck paralysed inside or worse: dead. The vehicle, a prestigious one, didnt have enough power to last being hacked into. Once it was fully fuelled up, he could then insert his key and begin manually hacking the system to open the hatch without fear of a Shut Down Corruption.
K watched the second fuel hose be taken off. A bonfire of hope lit up his heart. He saw two Lorries break away from the tanks. When the first one stopped ten yards away, he could see the wounded -on stretchers- inside it being attended to. The second one was empty- presumably this was for Nur. Ks attention turned back to the dashboard. He couldnt read the alien language but knew that it was being operated on from outside. K pushed the red ignition button. The motor and the blades roared to life. The aliens froze- they were clearly taken aback. K raised the vehicle and raced past the heads of the soldiers. The aliens watched dumbfounded. K felt as if his heart would burst with happiness.
K thundered west through the rain and the rising sun. He flashed the front lights as a warning to anyone lying ahead. Five minutes later he saw two children and a pilot still bravely walking west. He opened the hatch and rumbled the engine. The three paused for thought until a lorry thundered into view behind them. Captain Lisa and Joel jumped into the front two seats and launched Nur into the sky.
Joel spoke with a familiar spark. The old reverse psychology ploy huh.
Bella sat down. I agree. Something about this smells suspiciously like a plan!
K wondered whether it would be better for Bella if he became a pseudo-intellectual super soldier. In the end, he said nothing on the matter.
Breakfasts and invasions dont seem to mix well, do they? K said to the tune of a grumbling stomach.
When day lit up the free sky, K saw a rubble ridden clinic. He saw a mother covered in blood cry inconsolably. He saw people suddenly scatter, scream and panic. He witnessed teenagers being lined up against a wall. He then watched them fall.
His home was a graveyard, awash with red stain, and devoid of hope. Here, Man was vanquished.
How long would K keep City L his office?
The crowded skies had previously stopped the means for an aerial escape. The skies were calm now and had been for a night at least.
We should leave, K said solemnly.
From their front seats, Lisa and Joel raised an eye to the rear-view mirror.
And let people Save their own Souls? Bella questioned. She feigned normalcy. Her heart thumped innocently for the boy: Joel. She stared out the window. Are we sure?
K had his back to the wall. He listened to the humdrum of a well oiled machine. He listened to the birdsong outside.
With a perplexed countenance, he thought of the children, the free heavens and the toils below...
Fin.