The beginning of the end

"I miss my family." Zen said face down under his pillow.

Zen was seventeen years of age. He witnessed his parents getting slaughtered by the aliens, it was a terrifying seen. He could still see the fear in their eyes, his mother reaching her hand looking right into Zen's eyes.

Society had been torn apart. Everyday Zen would hear the panicking and screams for help. It soon grew to be a usual sight for him. He didn't care less about the people who died around him, he only cared about revenge and would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

"Well better start to leave." he said stretching wildly across the bed. He stood up and slowly walked downstairs.

As he was walking down the stairs, he felt something wasn't right. He immediately reached for his right pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Zen was now steadily walking down the stairs looking around at his current surroundings. Suddenly a man appeared right in front of Zen. Zen's heart skipped a beat, he swallowed thickly and continued to look at the man with the switchblade in his hand.

The man had white hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black leather jacket and veins covering his entire face. "Get back." Zen whispered. He could feel the switchblade trembling in his hands, he was truly shaking as a leaf.

The man continued to stare a hole through Zen. The man slowly raised his hands and with the blink of an eye snatched the switchblade away from Zen.

Zen's eyes widened in shock of how he was able to grab the weapon from him so quickly. The man threw the switchblade away and continued to stare at Zen.

"Listen, I don't appreciate you coming into my house and throwing my property around." Zen said with a cracking and terrified voice. "Or are you an alien."

The man stood like a statue. He wasn't blinking or twitching, just looking at Zen the whole entire time.

" This is the beginning of the end." The man whispered directly into Zen's right ear. Zen began quivering as he took a deep look into the man's eyes. A little smirk appeared on the face of the man, a complete one-eighty smirk. As fast as thunder, he held Zen and hurled him down the stairs.

Zen collided with the front door and groaned in pain. The man stared at Zen with such intensity and hatred in his eyes, as if he could murder anyone.

"The beginning of the end. The beginning of the end." The man whispered.