9/11 Short Stories

The night they came will be a night where it will forever be burned in one’s mind. No one knew who they were, or why they were coming, no one witnessed their arrival, they came uninvited. Many individuals had asked; “Why us? What did we do?” The answer: Nothing. We didn’t do anything. They wanted to show us how superior they were and boy, they showed us. Many had wondered if they gave us clues before their arrival, but no, no clues had been dropped, not a single hint. Those following hours, everything seemed normal, nothing was out of it’s place, but what happened that night will forever be farther than normal.
It all started around eleven, the night was quiet, the sky was clear, with a few exceptional stars that lingered in the air. Getting

“No, we can’t. They’re going to get us, we need to get far away from here as possible.” The boy said.
Yanking her arm free from the boy’s grip, the young girl starts to stare at the boy for a long time, as if she’s examining him. Finally, she’s with a firm voice; “Who are you?”
“My name’s Max, and we need to get away from here as fast as possible, no more questions.”
“That doesn’t explain anything, why are we running away?” The girls asks with a puzzled face, as if their isn’t a pile of dead bodies, as if their street is completely destroyed, as if they didn’t just lose all of their family members. The boy doesn’t say anything, just points behind her. There are multiple bodies lying on the street, some next to each other, some scattered around. The young girl doesn’t do anything for a few seconds, finally she does what she said she needed to do, she

Before I could stop her, she was already halfway towards the humming noise. Just then, a large missile comes out of nowhere and heads straight towards Zara.
“Zara! Look out!”
Before she has time to react, it’s too late. The missile aims straight towards her, crashing with one final explosion. Max runs towards the spot where Zara stood but there is now a large hole instead. Falling towards the ground, Max screams for Zara, his lungs are burning, his eyes are stinging with tears that are threatening to fall. He quickly gets up and starts running, nowhere in particular, but he knows he doesn’t have much time.
We loved how devastated he looked after he lost his pal, she was going to leave him anyway, might as well have gotten rid of her. He started to run a few hours ago, actually he’s still running. He can’t get away from us now, no, it’s too late. We need to destroy him before he does something stupid. We love watching him run, determination painted across his face, probably telling himself he’ll get through it. Sadly, he’ll be dead by morning. Nothing is going to stop us. Nothing. We are the Others. We come and destroy, it’s our job. We haven’t failed