The Story Behind
I love sci-fi and horror. Movies like Aliens, Independence Day, and Stormship Troopers are my cup of tea. With the advent of alien invasion movies, I wanted to step outside the box and began to wonder what an invasion of Earth-born aliens would be like. Add a touch of time travel, give it a pre- and post-apocalyptic timeline, and the novel flowed.
Blurb
Emotionally scarred and physically weary, Dwan is ordered to go forty-seven years into the past in a last ditch effort to find the one man who can help her fight the monsters created decades ago by a company called Lambruchet. Monsters that have since devastated mankind and the world.
Eli Voight has been battling the Lambruchet demons ever since the company had his father killed. As the first Troller, he’s made it his duty to bring down the creatures and find a way to permanently stop them. He’s skeptical of Dwan's claim that she’s from the future. But her skill is undeniable, and her presence becomes an all-consuming passion for the man who had pushed aside any thought of a personal life in his quest to drive the demons to extinction.
Dwan never expected to fall and fall hard for the emotionally unapproachable soldier. Worse, she knew what kind of death lay ahead for Eli, which meant there could never be a future for them.
Together, they must fight to take out the monstrosities, or else Earth as it is will cease to exist. And the Earth that could be, Dwan’s world, will only hold a future of horror and hopelessness.
Warning: Contains living nightmares, impromptu dentistry, great beef stew (with real meat), screwed DNA, deadly broom handles, a shave and a haircut, coded writing, and two people fighting against a future that gives mankind only two more decades to exist.
Excerpt
The watchtower recognized her before the transmitter in her head
sent the signal to the computers to open the slender door at one end
of the gate. The gate was more of a wall nearly twenty meters tall,
built to separate the ruined part of the city from the area where
the rest of civilization existed.
She
hadn’t seen any other signs of activity as she headed for the exit.
If headquarters caught any more shadows, they would send another
Troller in, knowing she had been called back for another purpose.
Dwan
scoured her memory and tried to remember if she knew of another
Troller who had been jerked away in mid-duty. She came up blank, but
it didn’t bother her. Maybe it was more common than she thought. The
fact that she’d never heard of such a thing didn’t mean it didn’t
happen.
Before
slipping through the gate, she took a cautious look over her
shoulder. It was habit, but unnecessary at this point. If Gate
Central got wind of a demon in hiding and waiting for the moment
when a Troller or other human would pass through before it tried to
escape, the door would remain sealed until its presence was no
longer detected. Still, glancing back at the road behind her was an
ingrained habit, and one that had saved her ass on more than one
occasion.
The
inner shields hissed loudly as she passed through the barrier. Only
when she was safely on the other side of the wall did she finally
holster her weapon. Rexx ran up to meet her.
“Dirrin
sent me to fetch you,” the young man informed her breathlessly.
Apparently he had run all the way from HQ. His eyes widened at the
sight of the yellow smears on the front of her shirt, knowing she
had been inside the wall less than an hour.
Dwan
frowned. “Yeah. Is he the one who pulled me off duty?”
Rexx
jerked his gaze away from the stains and looked up at her. “Yeah.”
He took off without looking to see if she was tailing him.
She
broke into a trot to keep pace with the messenger, all the way to
the single-story building three blocks over. Along the way, she
caught the eye of people going about their daily business. Most of
them gave her a smile and a wave, which she ignored. Trollers were
lauded as heroes in this day and age, placed above the police, the
fire fighters, and even the military. The status was not something
she enjoyed, but the accolades were unavoidable. Where the police
and fire fighters risked their lives every day to keep the human
community safe, and the military did their stint to protect the
populace from demon attacks, the Trollers actually battled the
demons which had overrun the Lambruchet corporation. Trollers didn’t
just risk their own lives, they risked losing their souls, as well
as their sanity.
The
area was pretty busy, considering only authorized personnel were
allowed to roam and work this close to the wall. The main part of
the city where the rest of civilization lived and worked was another
wall away. Dwan walked through another barrier before entering
headquarters. Her suspicions proved correct when she followed the
messenger straight to the director’s office. What she didn’t expect
was the number of high-ranking people, scientists included, also
standing around outside the office.
Dirrin
nodded as she entered. “You made good time. Thanks, Dwan.”
“I’d
just gone on duty. I wasn’t too far from the wall when you called me
in.” She glanced around the room. “What’s going on?”
A
woman she didn’t know ripped open a sterile packet and handed her
the cloth. Dwan knew what it was for without having to be told. She
quickly wiped the demon blood from the front of her jumpsuit,
ignoring the stain that would permanently mark it. Dwan tossed the
rag into the container marked with the little nuclear waste symbol.
“Would
you like something to drink?” a man asked. She knew him, but his
name eluded her at the moment.
“Yeah.
Please. Thanks.”
“Take
a seat, Dwan,” Dirrin ordered her. Not asked, ordered. She knew that
serious tone all to well, although she had been lucky in the past
not to have been on the receiving end of it. Looked like her luck
had run out. She took the one deliberately left unoccupied chair in
the room.
The
man quickly got to the heart of the matter. “Dwan, what do you know
of the BENT project?”
“Just
the name. I don’t know what it means, or what it entails.”
The
man who had inquired about something to drink stepped forward to
hand her a pouch. Dwan thanked him and drank. It was real spring
water, fresh and sweet. Not the re-filtered stuff. They waited for
her to finish before continuing. When they did, it was the water man
who took the lead.
“It’s
the acronym for Biological Entity Neuron Transmitter.”
His
name popped up in her head. Nickkels. Still,
it didn’t mean anything to her. The scientists kept to themselves
within their own little enclave at the far end of the second circle.
She gave him a blank stare.
“Think
time travel,” Nickkels added.
“All
right. I’m thinking time travel. Which way? Forwards or backwards?”
There
were eight people in the room. With a wave of the director’s arm,
that number filed down to four: her, Nickkels, Dirrin, and the woman
scientist who had handed her the sterile wipe.
“This
is Phoebe,” Nickkels introduced.
“Assistant?”
Dwan asked.
The
woman smiled. “Co-creator.” Although the smile had been genuine,
Dwan caught a trace of bitterness behind it. Apparently a lot of
people must take her for Nickkels’ assistant.
Crossing
her legs, Dwan rested her arms on the arms of the chair and tried to
look relaxed. “Forwards or backwards?” she repeated.
Phoebe
replied. “Back.”
“How
far?”
“If
we can manage, forty-seven years ago,” Dirrin answered.
“And
you’re telling me this because...” She already had a lump of ice
freezing the inside of her stomach. It was beginning to chill her
blood, numbing her senses as it deadened her nerve endings. They had
called her in to tell her about this project that few had heard of,
and which practically no one ever spoke of, because it was supposed
to be all hush-hush. Which told her BENT was marked in the upper
echelons as Top Top Secret. Or higher. Was there such a thing as Top
Top Top Secret?
Regardless,
Dwan knew what was coming. In a way, the wait was almost worse than
stalking demons.
“We’ve
come to the point where we either go ahead with the project, or shut
it down,” Nickkels admitted. “BENT was created to send a human back
through time.”
“Back
forty-seven years?” She looked over at the woman scientist.
“Forty-seven years ago was when Lambruchet imploded and its demons
took over the planet.”
Phoebe
nodded. “We know. That’s why we want to send someone back to try and
warn the corporation before that happens.”
“Warn
it? Or stop it?”
Phoebe’s
face hardened. “Either. Whatever you can manage.”
“Me?”
Stunned, Dwan looked around, but the same determined look was on
everyone’s face. At the last possible second, she had realized the
truth. But hearing the words come from their mouths still surprised
her. “You...you want me to
change the past so that this future doesn’t happen? Is that what
you’re saying you want me to do? Is it even possible?”
“We’re
hoping it is,” Dirrin said.
Dwan
sat up straighter. The coldness had seeped into her face, making her
skin feel like an immobile mask reflecting her rising fear. “And I’m
the lucky person who got tapped to go back?”
“Yeah,”
Nickkels responded with a half-hearted smile. “Tag, you’re it.
Congratulations.”
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