Evelina The Alpha

CHAPTER ONE-2

“Everyone around the world is fear-struck. Scared to death. That most are staying indoors. But on the other hand. I think people have just realized that enough is enough. They say a dog has its day and as things are. I think the retaliation and the clampdowns can only take us toward this prophesied event. The only question I can ask you here is this. Will you be part of the one-third of the world’s population, the evil regime, and the devil will spare? If yes, then to us you are dead already as you stand for evil. Just another of mankind’s destroyers...”

A loud scream in the studio startled the production team. They instantly ran inside to check resulting in them suspending the broadcasting before running out as well, screaming in fear.

End of background sound.

Conference Room.

He roared before squeezing the snooker ball in his hand very hard. Another teardrop trickled down his chin before disappearing in the comfortable carpet. He growled as if in pain as the man on the television soon disappeared from the red carpet.

“I can’t get anything done around here. Nobody listens to me anymore. I gave a direct command!”

A quick knock at the door startled everyone. They all looked at each other, wondering who was behind the door and knocking at this critical moment in time. Like-a-shot. The door opened.

They all looked at the door to see who it was.

Weeks before.

“Goddamn it! You son of a b***h. Nothing is classified. That’s my son we are talking about. Liam, you know it!”

“Take time off and grieve for your loss Charlotte. Let me handle this?”

“If you can’t handle it now. What makes you handle it weeks from now? I am bloody telling you that something was there,” pleaded Charlotte.

“And if I am right. You were bloody asked what it was you saw, and you said...,” said Liam sitting up straight.

“Damn it. I could not see it with my naked eyes, but something was there,” said Charlotte.

“Speculating and without being funny, according to the specialist. Hallucinating. Seeing things that are not there. All due to grief,” said Liam.

“Son of a b***h! I bloody know they are carrying out experiments. I can’t say for sure, but I know my son was not shot by a gunman. There was nobody. It was something in the air,” said Charlotte.

“Yes, and again the experts advised the court that whatever you were suggesting was years ahead of us.”

“Damn it. You must tell me what operation Stealth is all about. They killed my son. They shot my boy in front of me,” said Charlotte.

She broke down and started sobbing.

“Worse. There was nothing I did!”

“I will see to it that they will look for the gunman and that he is severely punished. I suggest you take more time off,” advised Liam.

“Bullshit! There was no gunman. What I don’t understand is why me? Why my little boy? Who can do that to an innocent boy?”

She sobbed uncontrollably. She immediately stopped sobbing and walked to the window and flipped open the curtain.

“So, are you going to tell me who killed my son and why or you are just going to take me for a fool? Calling me all kinds of names?”

Liam sat deep and comfortably on his sofa.

“I don’t know how many times I should tell you the same thing. It was a gunman full stop,” said Liam, very confident.

She turned to face him. Then pulled a gun from her purse and aimed it at him.

“I know what I am talking about. They are testing some strange weapons. And I need to know what operation Stealth is about,” she aimed at his head.

“We have a situation here,” said Liam.

“Who did you call? Are you going to tell me or what?” Pronto, there was a quick knock at the door. Charlotte’s heart tore with fear and anger that she started shaking. She at once took her eyes off Liam before the door like-a-shot opened. Instantaneously gunshots rocketed in the sky.

Miles away.

In a beautiful park stood this monument, surrounded by a beautiful field of flowers. All within ten meters from the center. Then column pillars that were splendidly decorated with animals, birds, and angels. Each pillar had a different angel carrying the gold scriptures in their hands, but all numbered from one to twenty-four. There were only twenty-four pillars. All evenly placed to surround the whole place. Behind that was another beautiful garden of flowers. Roses, tulips, and coneflowers magnificently coloring the area? There was a major entrance that extended deep in the flower beds all the way down until it reached the shoulders of the monument. Pillar one and twenty-four were next to each other, with the first pillar having a beautiful angel engrave on it. Holding a gold-scripture labeled the Alpha just next to this pillar. A path away was another beautiful pillar with the same angel. A beautiful woman holding in her hand a gold-scripture labeled as the Omega. This had a number twenty-four beneath it. As she arrived Evelina noticed the two pillars. Instant attraction. She looked carefully at the pillars, admiring the artwork. She caressed the pillars. Something there and there caught her attention. She at speed looked at pillar twenty-four. She noticed that the same angel on pillar one was also on pillar twenty-four.

“The Alpha and the Omega,” she whispered to herself.

She was about to walk away when something else caught her attention. Pillar twenty-four had another angel peeping just behind the one holding the gold-scripture labeled as the Omega with number twenty-four. She squinted her eyes and pondered what this meant. She looked at the angel and read the gold-scripture in her hand, written Catalytic Oxy-eighteen. The monument was a huge oval, round altar-like structure. The passage she stood at was the longest and main one that extended within the bushes and deeper into the park. Separating two smaller inner parks within parts. She looked at the monument and it looked like an altar-monument. It was made of white chalk-like sandstone. Polished and shining. The glittering from afar suggested a gold coating of some sort. She looked ahead of her and saw the center. The nucleus of the oval altar-monument with massive columns glittering in the sun. She counted the pillars. There were twenty-four. The entrance passage was in the true south. She walked a few steps, and she counted the other side entrances. There was one to her right on the East-South-East. That joined the passage she was in. She looked around, her heart pounding. She walked ahead and stopped straight away before noticing another entrance just above the one, she had seen. But the strange part is that it was walled, and it went further up. Curiosity got the better of her that she in a hurry walked to the entrance. It had a wall that blocked the entrance to the altar nucleus. Her heart rate increased as she walked the dark passage until a ray of light deflected at her as another entrance, a huge one like the passage she had entered via was precisely positioned on the East. To her surprise, the passage continued ahead up parallel to the main passage in the south she had used to enter the altar. Her heart started pounding. Tempted she decided to continue through the secret small passage leaving the main one that connected with the main south passage. Instantly the secret tunnel turned up to be a dead-end that turned into steps. She walked to the bottom and looked up. She swiftly climbed up the steps around a bend and another level soon appeared in front of her. A huge platform with a nucleus as the center and also as an extension of the one below. It had twenty-four pillars shooting out of the glass floor. This level had three entrances. Including the passage which she was on with the other two, one on the South-West and shooting out. The other on the North-West shooting out as well. She speedily looked up above her. She smiled in a flash as the sun rays shone on her. The middle was open that the sun shot inside, bouncing off the pillars. She stood and covered her eyes as the deflection that bounced off while glittering hit the center. She walked to the center and stood inside the marked circle. There was a groove that separated the circle floor into two halves. The floor design was the ripple and coiled effect. The glass floor looked like a see-through, but the image she saw was not that on the underground. It looked like an illusion glass. She smiled before noticing that between each pillar there were two marked positions on the glass floor. She raised her head and looked around and discovered forty-eight places marked right round. Briskly, she walked to the center. The nucleus. Here she observed markings in what appeared as the Greek alphabet. Like greased lightning, she counted all the marked positions and discovered that thirty places were labeled. That left eighteen unmarked. She looked lost. Standing Eastside. She looked deep inside the top-level of the altar monument to the West. On her left hand, East South East of her position, she saw a point marked on the ground with a gold-plated seat. She walked there and realized that it was marked and with the name of a person. Amy was the name written on the chair. She wondered who Amy was. She looked around and saw another gold seat on her right hand to the North but deep further inside. Apace, she walked there and arrived at the chair. She post-haste wiped off the dust that had covered the name on the chair. Who is Hypo? She asked herself. More central and deeper was a green crystal chair. Shining even though it was odd from the rest in gold. It gave the altar monument a strange feeling that aroused curiosity. The seat had a name; Mesen on it. Something caught her attention. The center had aroused her curiosity but there was a stool a third high of the gold chair at the very center at the nucleus of the altar monument. This was all in gold. It was right in front of her but deep inside just off the center East South East. She stopped and looked back the way she came. She traced back to the entrance of the secret passage. This place was in direct line with the entrance of the secret passage. She walked there fast. Her heart beating faster. She stood in the center and looked at the stool straight away. She stepped her leg on the top of the stool while standing in the nucleus of the altar. She rapidly took out a cloth and wiped the dust covering the inscription on the gold stool. Cataleya. Anxiety kicked in. She stopped and thought about all the people who wanted to kill her. She became more anxious and apprehension about what was going to happen. Especially the risks of death with everyone after her. The feelings of fear made her panic that she felt her heart pounding fast. Her breathing became rapid. She paced for a while, restless. She looked at the whole altar and tried to figure out where she had left earlier on. The fact that one way or the other they were all meant to hunt her gave her a hard time. The fact that her days might be numbered caused her frequent panic attacks and anxiety. As the minutes accumulated, the situation became more stressful. She felt scared to death. She had an extreme fear of being harmed. She felt shortness of breath, dizziness, and unable to concentrate as she thought about dying without accomplishing her goals in life. She had just turned eighteen for God’s sake, she thought. The very stage that people start their lives. Yet there she was facing not just death but a slow and painful death at the hands of the evilest people on earth. How come? Still, she had no answers to that. That made her feel dreading death. She had a lot to accomplish, just like everyone else. She had dreams too. Right away she had a flashback of Alex. She felt even more scared and anxious. She felt her mouth-drying, followed by chills and hot flashes. Like a shot, she heard the revving of car engines outside. She ran to the South-East as she heard the sounds of footsteps pounding outside. She could hear the noises echoing in the altar monument. She looked further down and saw a group of men and women running toward the entrance passage she had used to enter. Her blood pressure increased. She ran to the North-West exit fast, but the glass door was locked as well. She sprinted fast increasing speed shooting out the secret passage and without delay held the rail down the stairs to an abrupt stop. But discovered the rail broken that she lost balance and did a helicopter blade with her hands. To get balance and avoid falling. That caught the men's and women’s attention as she let out a scream of fear. The footsteps at the entrance of the bottom altar monument triggered shock and panic attacks. She stopped and cursed. Her pupil dilated. She hurriedly pulled back into the top altar as someone appeared on the corner, looking correctly where she was. Her heart rate increased. Her pulse quickened. Straightaway and involuntarily her muscle legs tensed as her brain was telling her to run back in. But with it also telling her that there was no other exit inside. She stood there thinking. She thought of shooting past before a voice shouting crippled her with fear. She retracted back and hid. Leaning by the wall and listening. Her heart was pounding. She double-quick ran back in as the footstep’s sounds became more audible toward her direction. She ran back in, passing the nucleus nearly stumbling over the gold stool. The sounds of the men and women rushing in fast and chanting panicked her. Now in dread with panic attacks. She breathed fast and deep and looked around. At the back of the West, she saw a statue of a huge man sat on an immense chair with the gold scriptures in his hand illuminated by lights. Pretty quick as the footsteps rushed-in the altar monument below. Her heart was now pounding hard. She ran and hid behind the statute. She felt shortness of breath. Her rate of breathing increased. Feelings of getting cornered-in caused enormous anxiety and panic. It worsened as the first man appeared at the entrance as she was at full tilt caught the glimpse before retracting her head fast. Leaning against the statue and breathing hard.