3 Gate

We didn't know what to do. How could we?

For the first time in years, I felt close to my parents as we huddled together around the t.v, waiting for something or someone to tell us what to do.

Were we safe?

Were we... Were we about to die?.?...

I had more or less accepted death many years ago, I no longer feared the endless void. Yet, for some reason, these creatures terrified me.

Time seemed to move slowly as we waited, yet the news only worsened our fears. Countless of the minor towns had fallen. In Canada, hundreds of thousands were dead, let alone the rest of the world.

Most of the sheer carnage had been caused by the large gates with their massive invaders. All it took was a few of the larger creatures to demolish a city. Concrete and steel proving far too weak against their unearthly abilities. Some breathed fire, others wielded monstrous strength, it didn't matter. Life as we knew it was changing right before our very eyes.

The entirety of Canada went on lockdown. The news feed was interrupted, the Canadian government had declared martial law, and began to mobilize every single possible soldier.

I couldn't sit and wait any longer. My nerves were eating into me. I wasn't going to take this lying down. Without thinking, I ran to my room, grabbed my old baseball bat and a warm jacket. I just needed to do something...

Before heading out, I quickly stopped by my washroom and tied my long red hair in a bun. Tonight was going to be messy.

--=o-o=--

The news had said so much, yet spoken very little. They had no answers, and I needed answers. It may have been just a gut feeling but there was no turning back.

I went back to the kitchen, "I'll be back soon... I just gotta figure this out"

Naturally, my parents protested, when I turned to leave they began to swear at me, threaten me. I didn't care. I just headed outside. Emptied my school bag, placed my bat inside, hopped on my bike and I went for a ride.

--=o-o=--

I didn't really know what I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted to know more about these gates. The news had told me about a few places with gates nearby. The closest gate was nearly 10km away. My nerves disappeared on my bike, even as I approached a medium-sized black gate. The colour was especially intriguing. I had heard absolutely nothing about black gates.

As I approached the gate, my heart sank. What was I doing? Why couldn't I stop? All I knew was I had to move forward. Something deep down told me, no, commanded me forward. Ditching my bike, I stepped through the gate.

Little did I now that after I stepped through, the gate disappeared...