Science was proven wrong… well sort of. Religion was proven wrong… well sort of anyway. But it really was the atheists who were completely and utterly wrong.
The whole universe was created as an experiment in a laboratory by beings we have always called “gods”. Whisked up in a test tube in some sort of solution, planets, stars, suns, bacteria and humans just sort of happened by accident. Like penicillin.
The next part is where it gets complicated.
See the scientists, our “gods”, really did think of themselves as god like. So as their world was collapsing they escaped to our milky way, the little accident kid that never should have happened. They wanted to rule.
But Fate intervened.
Saving our universe destined fighters imprisoned the “gods”inside the earth. The only physical signs of their presence are volcanoes, their attempts of escape.
But not until the day of earth’s destruction have they ever made it out…
And of course the destruction of earth can be blamed on a girl. Just like everything else.
Over time the magic used to keep the “gods” trapped weakens and requires re-boosting. Before the deadline the blood of twenty-one sacrifices has to be spilt on the dirt of crossroads before their twenty-first birthday. These kids have to be born exactly twenty-one years before the deadline. They are selected for their strange AB blood.
Twenty-one children born 21st December 1991 from across the world have been selected.
Twenty have died.
I am the last.
Twenty-one. Alice Collins.
But the fighters have caught up again tonight, 20/12/12, just before midnight.
I spin around. “Fuck!” How could I have been so stupid? Five fighters have herded me to the crossroads and I’m surrounded.
“This is for the best.” One says. “If you die now then six billion people can wake tomorrow and laugh at the Mayans.”
“Fuck you.” My vocabulary is limited when I’m scarred.
I want to run, my blood is on fire, but I can’t. They have me boxed in and there is nowhere to go.
I feel my muscles twitch and tighten.
“Come now. We don’t have much time.” The leader withdraws the killing blade. I have seen it a total of three times. He murmurs something.
But the others can move I pull the gun tucked into the back of my jeans and start firing. Three of the shots drop three fighters. They scream. None of the shots have killed.
From behind the fourth grabs me in a bear hug. I struggle but cannot break away. The leader steps forward and plunges the blade into my belly. He lays a hand over my mouth to trap my cries.
They step away and I fall.
Blood is chasing itself to the earth and is being swallowed in gulps, leaving nothing behind.
With a shaking hand I lift the gun and shoot again. They hit the other two.
Struggling, I climb to my feet and start moving. Everything is swimming, I wobble but keep going. I need help.
It won’t be long and I will bleed to death. I stumble along the road. My eyes blur and my head is light and empty. I drop the gun. Two steps.
I drop to my knees. I topple forward and gasp.
There is only dark.
Now if I loved my fellow man I would have died and prevented the apocalypse…
I open my eyes. A girl blinks. “I’m Grace.”
I feel cold, my eyes are heavy and start to fall. Grace’s voice is muffled as she calls out, “no, no, no, no. Stay with me. The paramedics will be here soon… I promise.”
It is a while before I wake.
There is a strong stench of disinfectants. I slowly open my eyes. The tiny TV is switched to the news and I see it the same time I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“It’s the end,” I wheeze.
And it’s not my fault.