Atticus Attwater

by James Lee Morgan

Chapter One

So, how do I begin this story.

My name is Atticus Attwater. Three weeks ago I moved to a small little town called Hope Mills, in North Carolina. I am three hundred and seventy two years old. Yes, that’s right. I was born on the third day of the New Year, in the Year of our Lord, 1637.

In and during all these years I have been many things. A hunter, a gatherer, a warrior, an explorer, as well as a son, a brother, a husband, a father, and a grandfather. I have been taught by the best, and have tried to teach in a manner consistent with my training.

You might say I am not from this world, but that would be a huge mistake.

My people are not from this world, but this world is of my people. We have been here for eternity, since the beginning. The technological advances this world has seemingly developed, came from the technology of my people, or others like me. This world develops slowly, and although infused with many decent, caring, and loving people, it is a world full of confusion, deceit, and hate.

It is a strange world indeed.

I am now, by mostly our standards, an old man. On this earth, my appearance may be that of a forty year old, yet my body is near the end, and it is near time for me to go home. For those of you that do not believe in life on other planets or in other solar systems, you are wrong. There is a huge amount of life out there. Much like here, there is both good, and evil.

In the last fifty years or so, there has been an ongoing Multi-Governmental effort to prepare you for that knowledge. Movies, books, cartoons, and continued media coverage dedicated to the sole purpose of initiating, and introducing the public to the realization of life on other planet’s. The use of media stimulation has been ongoing, and for a desired purpose. Here in the United States, our government quietly calls it the Public Acclimation Project.

On one hand they try to acclimate you to the knowledge, while on the other hand hiding from you the truth that currently exists. For many years now, this has been the normal, excepted behavior on both sides. But then times are quickly changing.

You see, the world we know and love is becoming very dangerous to itself. We are now truly killing the planet almost as fast as we are killing each other. As we speak, the levels of violence around the globe, coupled with the weapons technology of the groups involved outright demand immediate intervention. We can no longer allow our world to be driven forward to it’s death, and so…….this has forced the issue of survival into the hands of those who can manage it, and more importantly, sustain it.

The decision to save this planet, has now been made. Unfortunately, none of the government’s here on Earth have a clue.

Yet.

My mission is clear, my orders precise. I will lead this Nation on an uprising. That I will do so from the South, is a simple matter of using the imagination, and stimulating the pride of the local population to rise up and challenge the existing authorities. This will only be the beginning. The United States of America is the only nation in the world with the capability of completing such a task, and as such is a necessary component to the entirety of our planned strategy. therefore I will not fail.

Some will say I am the Messiah. This is not true.

Some will say I am a madman, or the Anti-Christ. This is not true.

Many will think the goals I will introduce, can not be accomplished. This is also not true.

Many in our Nation will be confused and scared. This is understandable. Many of our richest and most powerful companies will fight against us to their death. This is also understandable. They run the world and will not relinquish power so easily. Their power base, as the world will soon see, is not as it would seem to be, and I assure you this is a time of great danger.

An unbelievable danger. But they will not be able to stop our action. We are simply a far superior fighting force, and no Country on Earth will be able to even begin to stop us, once it all begins.

So, as I sit out on my small sandbar on the Rockfish Creek, I weigh all that is about to happen. It is a heavy burden, and a monumental task. Yet, I, Atticus Attwater, am prepared to go forward. Like I said, my orders are precise. Our world here depends on my success. My other world also depends on my success. You see, it is not about the oil. Nor is it about the precious minerals that abound on Earth. Those are things we have been freely taking since the beginning.

It is about the water. The water that sustains life. All life. Here and there.

You see, it is inevitable that this world will poison it’s most precious resource. And for all this time, my world has drawn water from yours. I mean from ours. And when it comes down to it, it is ours. We cultivated it, we grew it, and it is ours. We have cultivated life here for centuries upon centuries. And now, we must protect our most precious investment.

Surely, you must all understand that.

Chapter Two

When you decide to both physically, and psychologically take over a country, a nation, or even a planet, you have but two real choices. You can take it over from the political arena, or you can simply use force. The will of the people in both cases will be the cause of victory, or defeat, for all sides. That will, the will of the people, will be severely tested in this operation. Much change will occur worldwide. Many will die. It is as it must be, and the decision is not mine. Among all other things, I am but a soldier.

The following Sunday, at exactly 8:58 AM, Atticus Attwater walked into the Shady Grove Baptist Church, less than three miles from his new home. It was only the third time he had sat foot in a church, in all his three hundred and seventy two years. The church’s double doors were ten feet tall. Atticus almost felt the need to stoop as he entered.

You see, Atticus Attwater was tall. Really tall. In fact he was the tallest man most of the church’s members had ever seen.

Atticus was fully seven feet, six inches tall, and weighed a scant two hundred and eighty pounds. His long white hair was neatly secured in a single pony tail that caused it to drape down the center of his back. His eyes were a piercing blue-grey, and his whole demeanor left one thinking of Nordic, or Viking heritage.

Pastor Ron Waters was already at the pulpit, and prepared to start his sermon within minutes, when Atticus walked in. The whole of the congregation, all thirty nine people, watched as Atticus walked up to the front pew and quietly took a seat.

Pastor Waters welcomed him as he sat, “Welcome to the Lord’s House, neighbor.” He then addressed the group as a whole. “Let us continue our plan to look at the Book of Genesis, from Chapter 1, if we may,” he said. Pastor Waters began his sermon and as he approached the passages of Verse 6 he looked over at Atticus, his face clearly showing the uneasy feeling he felt, yet he carried on with his sermon just the same.

“And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years. There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown,” said Pastor Waters compassionately, yet his voice was wavering. He unconsciously wiped the sweat away from his forehead. The sweat that had begun to flow freely and uncontrollably.

Pastor Waters began to trimble ever so slightly, then all of a sudden appeared overcome with emotion. He reached for his glass of water, and drank heartily, but it somehow did not quench his thirst. His hand trembled visibly for all to see. He sat it back down carefully and deliberately. Before him in the front row the stranger rose to the fullness of his height, and stepped toward the pulpit. Reaching out, he placed his huge right hand on the Pastor’s forehead. In front of all there to bear witness, Pastor Waters leaned forward and succumbed to the desires of the stranger before him.

As Pastor Waters leaned forward, the stranger placed his left hand behind the Pastor’s head, he simply lifted the man up off the floor, his feet dangling.

Pastor Waters began to shake uncontrollably, yet the stranger held him in his grips. His Bible fell from his hands as he went limp, his body finally relaxing from the throes of the massive convulsion.

The small crowd groaned, and there were several whispers of “Lord God”, and “Jesus”. The stranger then simply and actually quite gently, sat the Pastor down and he seemed to recover almost instantly. Atticus Attwater turned and faced the small congregation, his voice strong and yet gentle at the same time. Pastor Waters sitting down in his chair was seemingly stunned, but with a simple yet strange smile on his face. He had a look on his face that suggested that he had just came to an understanding of something, or that he had been pondering in deep thought.

Looking at the crowd before him Atticus began with a softness in his voice that a man his size might seem uncapable of. “We are still here among you, and we are still here to serve you. We are the children of the God’s of which you speak,” he said, looking back at Pastor Waters.

The crowd was instantly taken aback, and the silence was broken with a gasp from many mouths. Pastor Ron Waters however jumped from his chair, dropping to his knees, and began to pray out loud, his right hand rising above him. That he was certain he had just not only witnessed, but experienced first hand, a true miracle of the cloth, left him in total and complete jubilance.

Atticus stood before them all, and placed his hand on the Pastor’s head, and then pointed to the heaven’s with both his hands and eyes. The congregation, sensing some kind of miracle, slowly but surely came and knelt at his feet. One by one they came forward and knelt.

In a booming voice Atticus told them, “Rise up, do not bow before me. I am not your Lord, but his servant. Rise up, and stand with me on this day.”

Ben Abrams was ten feet away from Atticus when he asked, “What was that you done to Brother Waters,” as he stared wide eyed at the giant before him.

Pastor Waters exclaimed quickly, “It was the light. The Love of our Lord.”

Ben Abrams was having none of it. “Who are you and what do you want from us,” he stated rather gruffly, though plainly he was trembling in fear for all to see.

“My name is Atticus Attwater and I am here to lead you. To protect you. Both you and our planet,” said Atticus calmly.

At least a half dozen people quickly ran out of the church. Not simply out of fear, but out of sheer amazement, and not knowing what else to do. This was nothing short of the strangest thing they had ever seen in their lives, and most of the little Church’s members could not quickly, nor easily come to grips with what seemed to be happening right before their eyes.

One of those who ran out was Ben Williams. His younger brother was one of the local Deputy Sheriff’s in Cumberland County. Grabbing his cell phone out of the front seat of his car, he quickly called his brother David and told him what had happened, and that they might ought to send a Deputy out to the Church. Within fourteen minutes there was a Deputy on the scene. But when he arrived and entered the church, the only thing that he saw was what appeared to be a normal church sermon in progress.

Pastor Waters smiled as he entered, and walked down the aisle towards the entrance where the young Deputy stood. Once there, he assured him that although the tall stranger was in fact unknown to them, it was obvious he was a man of God, and that he was quite welcome. The few who had ran, now huddled close to the young Deputy, as if in fear of the strange man who had come into their Church, and ultimately into their lives.

Atticus could see the young Deputy was unsure of himself, and so he spoke out.

“Deputy Billings,” spoke Atticus in his deep rumbling voice.

“Deputy Michael Allen Billings, date of birth September 27th, 1963, Social Security Number 243-56-8989. Please do come in. Welcome to the house of Our Lord,” Atticus added.

The small crowd was in awe of Atticus and his seemingly sophisticted knowledge. How could he know these things, they thought. For the last ten minutes he had recited verbatim, what seemed like half of the book of Genesis.

The young deputy stood his ground, somewhat uncertain as to what was happening. That he was nervous, was an obvious understatement. His heart pounded in his chest, and he wondered if he were going to die in the next few seconds.

“Please come in, our most respected public servant, and hear the Lord’s word with us,” plead Atticus.

Atticus stared intently and his piercing glare was maintained as his voice boomed on. “You who have faithfully served our community for nine hundred and fifty three days of your young life. You who serve diligently while your young bride Melissa, and your young son Adam wait patiently for your safe return each day. Won’t you join us,” said Atticus, to the drum of Amen’s throughout the congregation.

The young officer was taken in as much as any person in the room. They were all in witness of a Holy Miracle. Of this they were sure. Each and every one of them.

Over the next twenty minutes or so Atticus Attwater shared with them the strategy of his coming. They had been chosen to help introduce Atticus to the rest of the Country, and ultimately to the rest of the World. They had been chosen, and they would fulfill the needs of the Prophecy.

This was their destiny he told them, and they believed him. Oh yes they did.

And to the parishioners of this small country Church, if he said he was three hundred and seventy two years old, then until someone proved otherwise, they were quite willing to go along with that. His demonstration of power and knowledge was far to deep for them to comprehend on the surface. For whatever reason, the Lord had chosen them on this day, and they would all just have to rely on their faith. That and what they had witnessed with their own eyes and ears.

Atticus asked Pastor Waters and each member of the small church if they would allow him to preach to them at the evening service later that day. They were all truly excited, with many of the ladies actually crying amongst themselves, blessing Atticus for finding them. The remainder of the congregation just continued nodding affirmatively, and reciting the ‘Amen’s’ and ‘Yes, Lord’s’ that are common among folks in these parts.

In fact they were quite reluctant to leave his presence. Yet Atticus assured them everything was fine, that they must carry on with their normal activities for the day. They decided then to meet back at the church at 6:00 PM that evening, as was normal.

They stood and watched as Atticus took off down the road on foot, having refused a multitude of offers for a ride back to town. As soon as he was out of sight , they all scrambled to their cars and headed out to their own destinations.

Atticus was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he just vanished.

But phones were ringing, and the word was spreading.

Just as Atticus Attwater knew it would.

Deputy Billings headed quickly back towards his Headquarters, his superiors waiting for his arrival, and his explanation of the last hour’s events.

Chapter 3

Back out on my little sandbar,  I contemplated deeply on this impact I had created, and on the reaction that would surely come; as I closed my eyes my thoughts raced madly within my own head.

I am now committed to my destiny, and as the day goes on will find myself on a path of no return. Even as I contemplate on this thought, I realize it is no different than any other day. Each day of our lives, our actions and words carry us on our journey forward.

I know what I am about to do will cause many reactions. With most certainty, I will be in grave danger, yet I will not be able to hide.

In order for me to be successful, I must maintain an open and constant presence. My enemies will make themselves known immediately, which is what I intend.

My adversaries will be threefold.

First, those who are of this earth, but without knowledge. The offspring of our creation. Mankind. The ones we left behind, with a hope.

Second, those who are of this earth, but with the knowledge. Those who are like me. And yes, there are many of us here. Then there are those who are not like me. Enemies to Mankind, yet invisible to all but the most elite. Enemies to me as well.

Lastly, those who are not of this earth.

In the last group, are those who have traveled here from afar. Many different species have come and gone in the time frame of Earth’s lifespan. Currently I know that there are four different species which are operating within the sub-overt level, or living and working on Earth with the knowledge of certain governments.

It is always difficult to be certain of those who may be here covertly, but knowing what I know, I must assume there are others.

Although we, those of us in the group with the knowledge, have not always seen eye to eye with our fellow groups from afar, our peoples long ago agreed that this planet would remain a neutral resource for all. That unfortunately seems to be changing now at a time when change can not be tolerated. Not that kind of change, anyway.

Those who are not of this earth, are the ones who are absolutely the most concerned.

Those who are of this earth without knowledge, can be purposefully educated to the realities of their earth’s existence, and it’s true history by either of the other two. Really, they have no choice.

Those who are from earth with the knowledge, are the ones who are now tasked with saving our earth and it’s resources. I, Atticus Attwater, am one of those. It is our group who threatens the co-existence with the others. It is us, the ones who have stayed since the beginning, that wish to take our rightful place in history. The true aliens, those who are not from here, feel we have no rights of claim for this planet. They are continuously pushing towards the depletion of Earth’s resources, in order to replenish their own.

Yet the fact remains that I was born here, in America, and have lived here all my life. All three hundred and seventy-two years.

This fact alone will stand as a pillar of stone against my enemies, both foreign and domestic. Many will cry out that I am not from this world. They will call me an alien, and attempt to make me into something I am not. They will cry out loudly of a world takeover, and they will attempt to bring together the human race against me.

Which is exactly what I want them to do. At this point, it is time for the human race to come together, to acknowledge their true identity, and take responsibility for the world we live in.

There is an old saying…….the truth will set you free……

So, we shall see.

My first priority then is to share the knowledge. Beginning with man. Or better yet, the origin of man as we know it. I am talking about us, the ones with the knowledge. First and foremost, there is no missing link in the evolution of mankind. For those of you who cling to this misguided way of somehow describing your own existence, you can let go now.

It’s ok. Those of us who know, actually passionately understand your inability to release these thoughts. Just the same, let it go.

Mankind is the genetic engineering miracle brought to this world from the heavens. Or more correctly…..the Haven’s. The Haven’s were and are nothing more than the homesteads, or home planet’s of the visitors. Yet they are special. Indeed, they are very special.

As you will see in the near future I will shed light on many things. But first you must succumb to the reality that nothing, and I mean nothing was accidental about the creation of mankind in the image of our God.

I’m not talking about the beginning of time, but the beginning of life on Earth which manifested itself with Mankind.

The truth of this time is recorded in the most ancient of texts and tablets. There is a great amount of truth in those artifacts written by the Sumerian people. Their history is our history. It was written for you, that you might one day understand your own heritage. Most scholars, scientist, and senior officials of most all governments on Earth are already aware of this. It is the masses of ordinary people worldwide who are mainly unaware, or are skeptical.

I am talking about the history of all Mankind during the time of the changes. It is all there, hiding right in front of you.

These ancient documents tell us of the Triad, or the first of the gods that came from heaven. The god Anu, or An in Sumerian, was regarded as the father of all gods who came down to live on earth. The god Bel, called Enlil in Sumerian, was the god of Earth. The god Ea, or Enki, was the god of the waters, who’s symbol was the fish. It is he, Enki, who later sent his son to our Earth, as our Lord, Jesus Christ.

The Anunnaki were a discovery group of six hundred lesser gods and explorers who came down from Heaven to Earth. These gods were volunteers, who had left their Haven’s and agreed to till the soils of the newly discovered planet Earth in order to grow food for themselves and to provide labor as needed for all, and to foster the beginnings of the new world. These were the god’s spoken of in the Book of Genesis, the ones who would later take wives from the daughters of Man.

All of the original gods came from a planet that is called Nibiru. The name of my family’s city is called Ki Wan. It consumes ninety-eight percent of the planet, and is home to over forty million people. In many ways it was like Earth. Every man and woman after twenty years of primary education goes to work. Some are educated higher, others go straight to their specific first assignment for further training. We never stop learning, teaching or sharing information. Ever. Why would or should you. Each assignment can range from ten years, to an entire lifetime. Yet every ten years we attain a new status level, and choose to move on to another assignment or to stay on where we are. It is our Freedom.

Here people talk about Freedom, yet I don’t think they quite understand it fully. Some do I guess, but it differs here in that aspect.

The ancient history of our people tells us the Anunnaki soon grew tired of the physical work, and refused to continue in this harsh toiling of the dirt on this new planet. But the value of Earth’s minerals and it’s vast supply of life sustaining water was simply too good to abandon. With the lesser gods refusing to work, the leaders of my world decided to have Enki genetically create human mortals by infusing DNA from themselves into the ancient man known as Homo-Erectus. These they would use to do the work which was undesirable for the others. It has been said, and is true, that these genetic experiments were not just the making of Adam and Eve, but of many experiments prior.

They, Adam and Eve were the final results of the great effort. There were many other, lesser quality results as well. Many hybrid creatures were created. There were also other humanoid species on earth at this time. The type of people we now call Neanderthal’s. These were not part of this genetic experiment, and they do not contain the DNA of mankind, nor of the gods from my planet, yet they too were hybrids from an an earlier time.

From the time of this action, some thirty-five thousand years ago, mankind became known as Homo Sapien. It was in this time that the man beast of Earth, was fused with a genetically evolved spiritual entity, and a day that changed us forever.

Man was forever then to be the highest form of life on Earth.

Or so they thought. Truth being told, this had already been done many times in the past. When Earth was found it was uninhabited. Or so we thought.

Genesis 2:7 says: “The Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”

It was also the day that each and every living human to be born, was born a hybrid of a special…..yes, a very special nature.

I know people will fight this idea, yet it is so simple. We are the results of a Divine Intervention. We are the children of our father. We are the children of our God, and nothing less. We were born then and there, and each successive generation since, from the seed of an earthling, and a seed from the Gods of Heaven. Our God and our most revered Grandfather, was not from this Earth, and we, as his servants, as his sons and daughters, must carry this truth forward for all time.

Missing Link…..there is no missing link. The only thing missing here is knowledge.

Some will say this is not true, but the truth of our ancestors time on Earth is clear. The ancient Sumerians and others have left us with an undeniable level of documented evidence. Evidence that can not be denied, no matter who tries to deny it. I know this to be fact. Truth be told, it was our people who prepared the tablets for you, and left them hidden in the Sumerian lands.

The evidence is clear, and without reproach. How odd that those on earth today so easily pretend not to see the truth before them. Each day we live our lives upon the support of evidence. Our laws are written in a way that requires a submission of evidence in all cases. Science is based on the discovery of evidence, through trial and research.

Yet we easily deny, that which we wish not to be.

You do not have to educate or enlighten yourselves against your own wishes, yet that alone will not change the truth, it merely hides it in the open.

As I said earlier, this is a strange world indeed. Keep in mind I know how old I am, and I know others like me. Even if you wish to not believe, you can not explain away my existence.

The Bible speaks of these things. The Earth has also been cleansed many times in it’s past. The question is by whom, and why.

Our government knows the answers to many of these secrets already. They know the answers to many other questions as well. They cover up the truth because they think the public will panic.

I know a little secret, too.

They’re right.

Chapter 4

And so, sitting on the bank of his little creek, Atticus opens up the small container he has both carried and protected with his life for the last seventy-seven years. It is a simple yet highly empowered device. It has just one function.

Knowing full well the results of his next action, Atticus fully depresses the single, activating switch. He held it down for just a second or two longer than necessary as his mind filtered forward through the next stage of events.

As this signal streamed skyward Atticus lay back in the grass and crossed his hands behind his head. He knew within mere seconds, that this signal was being relayed outward at a speed those living on Earth are simply unaware of.

Well, most everyone.

Within minutes the launch would occur and tens of thousands of attack vehicles would begin their short journey across four Galaxy’s cradled in the bellies of their mother ships. Before the dawn of the next day they would be here. There was nothing anyone could do to stop it. No other species of extraterrestial origin on Earth at this time was within such close proximity as Nibiru.

There was much for Atticus to do, and so he stood and began to gather his things for his forray to the Church and into the fray called Evolution. No one would be able to discern his presence with the eventual arrival of his people’s Forces. But they would know soon. That he thought…..they would know soon enough.

As Atticus appeared on the long straight road leading to the small Church, he immediately noted the obvious activity surrounding them. The original three dozen or so members were now represented by no less than two hundred cars and trucks. And vans. And bigger trucks with equipment, and lights, and ladders.

He emitted only a slight tremor of realization as he moved forward and within the sight of several of those who had gathered at the Church.

They began pointing at first.

Then yelling out his name. And pointing.

Then many were running towards him as he made his way into their ranks. They reached out and touched him, praising him in the name of their Lord, all the while beckoning Atticus forward towards the entrance.

The crowd thickened and roared out its praises and many were thanking Atticus for returning. The crowd parted before him as he made his way forward. Atticus could see the waiting party that had assembled before the Channel 14 News truck and its crew. There were several police officers securing a circle of seven others.

The Mayor of Hope Mills, Geraldine Dawson was there. Tom Bratton, the Chief of Police from the town of Hope Mills, as well as the County Sheriff Bull Taylor. The four others were a combination of local attorney’s and advisors for the others. Off to the side Atticus noted a small group of very professional looking individuals….obviously the Fed’s, thought Atticus.

Atticus locked eyes with Pastor Walters and smiled. Pastor Walters waved meekly as if unsure what to do.

As Atticus stepped forward he was intercepted by the Sheriff. It was a sight for all to see, as they say. Sheriff Bull Taylor was a huge man. Standing well over six feet and weighing a rock hard two hundred eighty pounds, most men found themselves intimidated by his size alone, and frequently at that.

Beside Atticus he looked almost smallish. So much so, even he was a slight bit uncomfortable. With the film crew rolling a tape feed for later usage and editing, the Sheriff took his final step and leaned close to Atticus.

“I’m gonna need to see some ID there buddy,” he said with a puff of authority. And then his eyes flashed. He knew right then he had just died. He could see in the huge mans eyes that he too knew as well. But his throat seemed clogged, and although he wanted to begin choking, he never even accomplished that. Then he fell forward, landing directly on the front of his face, shattering his nose, and his blood began to slightly trickle out from beneath him. Had the crowd been a quiet one, they would certainly have heard the splat. His heart had simply exploded in mid breath.

Atticus jumped backwards, and the Fed’s all pulled their weapons and jumped forward. The lead Agent was screaming at Atticus when the crowd attacked. The next twenty seconds was a pure hell’s massacre followed by an extremely eerie silence. All seven Federal Agents were dead. Beaten to a bloody mess was a much better description. Thirty three people were shot. Of those twenty six were already dead. The Mayor was on her knees puking while the Chief lay in front of her, his bloodied body riddled with holes from head to toe. Other than her and Atticus, not one person within five feet of them had survived, nor had the three person News crew.

People were crying and screaming for help that was at best several miles away.

There was a local Volunteer Fire Department within two miles who was surely on their way by now, but the hospital was over ten miles away and yet the continued flood of 911 calls went out and the response teams would be here soon.

All of a sudden the quiet became a reality. Atticus looked out and around at the people that gathered the closest to the carnage. He never spoke a word.

Everyone began dipping their hands in the blood of those who had been wounded or killed and then began smearing it all over their faces and arms. They covered themselves and their clothing in the blood and immediately erased any method of determining who was the guilty party or party’s. Every last adult member of the Church still standing, bathed themselves in the blood including Pastor Walters. Hesitation did not show its face on this day.

The Mayor was shaking violently, still on her hands and knees when Atticus grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and held her up before the now chanting crowd. The chant grew louder. “Atticus, Atticus, Atticus!” they chanted on and on until Atticus raised his right hand high for all to see.

The silence was instant. All three hundred twenty two living and breathing individuals hung to his very anticipated words. They clearly had no understanding whatsoever that they were being manipulated by Atticus and his will alone. Atticus had a power over people that made Jim and Tammy Faye Baker look like the rank amateurs they really were. His power dug into a mans core being. Effortlessly.

He tossed Mayor Geraldene Dawson into the pack and they devoured her body in seconds.

Atticus did not like doing that. He did it because he had to. Right now he had to. Atticus could not simply shrug it off, yet in order to move on, he must do just that. Atticus had been a soldier for a long time. He had killed many men in the act of war, and he pondered on that briefly. He knew that right now today he was fighting for the survival of his children and their children, and theirs after that. Atticus was fighting for the existence of his people. Period.

It was surely going to get much uglier. Much uglier indeed.

The local Fire and Rescue truck pulled in, and they quickly  began to gather and treat the wounded. Of the seven wounded somehow each one of them received arm or leg wounds only and were quickly treated in order of severity. Several other sirens wailed and rescue vehicles soon approached. Also coming in were two Sheriff’s cars, one which was Deputy Billings, whom upon arrival leapt from his car and approached Atticus. Atticus was so easy to spot in a crowd, and he found Pastor Waters with him as well. His gaze however was continually redirected upon his friends and fellow townspeople. They were drenched in blood yet they did not seem to be hurt. The death and carnage were everywhere around him. Those with family killed, of course were crying and being consoled by others.

He stood in silence and slowly took it all in. “Pardon me Pastor, but what the hell has happened here?”

“I just don’t know”, stated Pastor Waters. A tear streamed down his face as he too continued looking around at the death and stench that surrounded him. “Them Federal Agents there just started shooting, and everyone just attacked them.”

“Well who attacked the Agents?” asked Deputy Billings. He looked from Atticus and back to Pastor Waters, looking for some explanation, anything that might make some sense in a situation where it was obviou that none existed. Atticus just shook his head as if to say he did not know.

“I really couldn’t tell you, it just really happened so fast, I just really don’t know,” added the Pastor.

“Did anyone here see what happened?” Deputy Billings yelled out to the crowd and they just stood there and looked at him. Not a sole spoke a word. Many were shaking their heads no, but no one was coming forward with any information. The Deputy radioed his Headquarters for additional back up, and medical assistance, and the Coroner. He also advised Dispatch to call the Fayetteville Office of the FBI and have them get out here as well. Someone on the other end was yelling at him to confirm what they had just heard.

“Just get the hell out here. NOW.” Again, Deputy Billings turned in a slow but complete circle trying to gather a sense of what he was seeing. It did not work. He just really could not believe what lay before him. Everyone he could see as he scanned those before him was bathed in blood.

Several hours later the scene was about cleaned up. The FBI really could get no more information other than the Agents opened fire on the crowd, and the crowd attacked. No one seemed to know who did what. Or they weren’t saying. The charge Agent was a twenty year Veteran of the FBI and he smelled a cover up already, and required everyone present to identify themselves. Yet even Atticus escaped further questioning, and apologized and promised to call the Agent tommorrow and to provide his ID, as he had inadvertantly left it at home. You know in town. Right down the road. The same as twenty two other people there that day. The agent thought nothing more of it and moved on to interview others who might know a bit more.

Atticus knew nothing else mattered for now, and asked if he could go home. He was granted permission as was everyone else that did not know anything at all. Nothing at all…..yes that was the word of the day.

But Atticus knew something alright.

They were less than eight hours from an all out attack on the entire Earth, and the devastation and level of destruction people would be witnessing would leave them crippled with fear. All of them. Every last person on Earth would be trying to just survive and by noon tommorrow it would be over. The survivors would be happy just to be in the group that survived.

Atticus would then begin to build them back up and lead them forward. To build a new form of Earthly Government. A Government of the People, By the People, and For the People.

His People.

There were others here on Earth that must be taken out on the first attack. What people would witness and see on television tomorrow would be difficult for them. Atticus knew this. And it hurt him deeply. Must be the old age he thought quietly. It was the certainty of them seeing the deaths of many many thousands of people.  Then there was the others. By this time tomorrow the whole world would know that alien life forms were present on Earth. It was Atticus Attwater’s job to ensure that they could live with that knowledge.

Fear is a huge motivator, and Atticus knew that when he and his people finally saved the planet from the aliens, every single survivor would fall right in line and finally do their part. Then and only then would Earth be capable of sustaining itself forever.

Peacefully.

What a strange way to implement peace…….yet he pondered on the facts only. It would work. It had before, and it would again.

Like I said before, Atticus thought to himself. This is a strange place indeed.

Chapter 5

It was just a few minutes after 2:00 AM Eastern Time when every radar system in the world lit up like a Christmas tree.

In the United States, the Cheyenne Mountain Complex is the premier location for the Top Secret, National Defense Operations. It is located at Cheyenne Mountain Air Force Station (CMAFS), a short distance from NORAD and USNORTHCOM headquarters at Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Cheyenne Mountain Air Force Station falls under Air Force Space Command and hosts the activities of several tenant units. After today those tenant units will be decimated, and the world will see for itself what has been going on here for many years now. Area 51 is a joke compared to this facility.

At the very height of the Cold War in the late 1950’s, the idea of having a hardened command and control center was developed as a defense against long-range Soviet bombers. The Army Corps of Engineers supervised the excavation of Cheyenne Mountain and the construction of an operational center within the granite mountain.  The Cheyenne Mountain facility became fully operational as the NORAD Combat Operations Center on April 20, 1966.

Over the years, the installation came to house elements of the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD), U.S. Strategic Command, U.S. Air Force Space Command and U.S. Northern Command (USNORTHCOM). Under what became known as the Cheyenne Mountain Operations Center (CMOC), several centers supported the NORAD missions of aerospace warning and aerospace control and provided warning of ballistic missile or air attacks against North America. It also housed several races of other worldly beings who were working in conjunction with the United States Government and its closest allied forces, namely Great Britain, Australia, Canada, and Israel. Operation Night Star just was not shared beyond this small group, and even then only a handful of select individuals knew of its existence.

In less than three seconds after the initial alert began, a five square mile area of land simply disintegrated. Gone. All of it, and everyone in it.

All across the globe the same thing was happening. Every major military facility was struck in the same fashion. They were just gone. They no longer existed. Every last nuclear weapons site was destroyed as well. The Capitol cities were left alone, as there was nothing they could do anyway. There were no weapons left to control. There were no armies left to fight. The worlds leaders were able to contact each other and within minutes it was apparent to all, that the attacking force was not from Earth, and that they were in fact already defeated, and each was moving forward with all available survival measures.

In less than twenty minutes, thirty one thousand Attack Landing Craft were on the ground expelling the two hundred plus soldiers onto the soil of every capable country on Earth. These soldiers were fully armed and armored. They would not be brought down by any conventional weapons system here on Earth.

All media broadcasts were interupted and began spewing forth the instructions of those who had just arrived. Oh there was the occassional outcry and attack by native groups of patriotic citizens everywhere, and they too lasted mere seconds before the obviously superior forces.

The message was painfully simple. Fight and die, or sit down and wait for further instructions.

Within the hour the skies were filled with the mother ships. Thousands of them. They were almost ten miles in circumference, and landed wherever they wanted, crushing and burning there way down to the ground where they settled in. they were bigger than most small towns. Although they seemed alive, nothing or no one exited these gigantic craft. No one came and no one went. The militia and the attack craft buzzed through the wreckage and continued to seek out any resistance.

In the Northern Hemisphere it was still dark and several hours away from daylight. Across the globe many were in full daylight and could visually see the destructive nature of the attack, and for the most part if you were alive, you were already hiding.

The alien population was exterminated. Fully and completely. The New World Order was in place within weeks. Atticus Attwatter was named as the First President of New Earth. There was no election. The new laws were very simple, violate any “Ordinance of Peace” and you faced immediate disentegration. Fail to show up to your assigned placement of duty, and you would be demoted. Once. Fail again, and you were disentegrated.

Everyone worked, and everyone was on time. Everyone ate well, and their health was near perfect. Homes were redistributed by need. No one argued. Everyone was safe. Crime was non-existent. Law Enforcement meant just that. There were no need for arrests nor prisons. You complied or died. On the spot.

The official count was more than 200 million dead in less than forty eight hours. Those that remained alive, understood quickly the way to stay alive.

New Earth is a great place to raise a family. After fifty years, Atticus retired……..finally. Life here was great. The people could not remember the bad, and daily were reminded of the good.

Those that did test the will…….got crispy. Real crispy. And the others would clap and rejoice. They thought surely…..surely, this must be Heaven.

 

 

THE END