Taken From Home (part one (chapter one))

“Alexander, Clarissa,” Summer Blackhawk called to her kids in a sing-song voice. “Come in and eat.”

Summer was an upbeat young woman in her mid-thirties. She was one of those moms who was fun-loving but follow the schedule to the T kind of moms.

The Blackhawk’s lived in a beautiful forested area about twenty miles North East of the inner city of Charlotte, North Carolina. The sun was high in the sky; it was a very nice day. Alex took advantage of the amazing day, to play outside. There were many activities to do in his fairly large yard and Alex loved the outdoors. But right now he and his younger sister were passing a soccer ball around.


“What are we having,” Alex asked.

“I made us some pizza.”


Alex kicked the ball back to Claire, the soft thump that came from the ball hung in the air.

“Okay,” Alex said after a few seconds had gone by, and he and Claire started towards the house.

They stopped in their tracks when a loud thundering noise erupted from above. They all looked up. Flying lower than normal was two UNA F-60 jets.


“Cool.” Alex smiled like the dumb teenager he was.

Summer stepped out of the house to get a better vantage point of the F-60’s. Through a clearing in the trees they could see the two jets flying toward a massive, strange ship the size of a football stadium. The ship was definitely not of UNA or SNR build; it didn’t even look human made. The ship had no wings, and the armored shell around the air craft was rounded and smooth and seemed to have a strange bluish glow.


As the F-60’s neared the unknown aircraft, the engines on both wings turned angling down. The jets slowed to a hover in front of it. Alex and his family stared at the three ships. The two F-60’s, which were a fairly large jets(about the size of an eighteen wheeler), seemed small in comparison to the unknown aircraft which loomed not two hundred yards from where the Blackhawk’s stood.

As Alex looked at the aircraft, the only thing that was going through his mind was, “is this real?”

The more he thought about it the more he believed it was a dream, because things like this never happen to normal people like him.


Alex was interrupted in the middle of his contemplation, when he realized that the unknown aircraft had started shooting at the F-60’s. At least that’s what Alex would call it, for bursts of green and blue light were being ejected at a high velocity from all over the aircraft. The F-60’s had gone into evasive action, performing barrel rolls and turns to avoid the bursts of light that created a blue-green rain storm.

The F-60’s tried to return fire but each shot that hit the unknown aircraft caused the bluish glow around the armored shell to glow even more brightly where the bullet hit, appearing to cause no damage.


“Let’s go inside,” Summer said nervously, trying to lead her kids towards the house.

Alex began to follow her reluctantly but stop when suddenly there was a bright blue explosion on the wing of one of the F-60’s. Flame and smoke trailed from the wing as the pilot struggled to keep the fighter jet under control. But to no avail.


The flaming F-60 began to go down towards the tree line behind where the Blackhawk’s stood.

The black smoke that trailed behind the flames hung in the air as the fighter jet zoomed overhead. Alex watched as the pilot ejected from his fiery vehicle, the windshield getting whipped from the cockpit and ripping through the tail-fin causing the jet to spiral out of control.

The cork-screwing jet plowed through a few trees.


A spark from the breaking metal ignited a fire in the gas chambers and the increasing pressure caused a huge explosion. The flaming gas sprayed onto a tree and caught it on fire.

The white billowing parachute that extended from the pilot’s back almost blend into the sky as the pilot slowly floated down into the trees bellow.


Alex, before he even knew what he was doing, began to run towards where he saw the pilot land. The fight in the sky continued as Alex ran.

Just than realizing that Alex had gone Summer called after him, “Alex! No, come back.”


Alex ignored her and continued past the trees at the edge of the woods. He loved the UNA and was proud to be an American; he felt it was his duty to help someone if they were in trouble.

Alex also wanted to meet a true UNA soldier, so he hurried leaping over logs and fallen branches.
Alex came to a stop when he found what he was looking for; the UNA pilot. The pilot’s parachute had snagged on the branch of a large oak tree. When he struggled to take the chute off, he swung back and forth slightly.

It looked pathetic, but Alex didn’t laugh at the predicament the pilot was in because of the circumstances, “Are you alright?”


The pilot stopped struggling and looked down as if he hadn’t noticed that Alex had been there. Alex could imagine how embarrassed the pilot must feel, being stuck ten feet off the ground in a tree and hanging there helplessly.

“Um, I… I’m not sure. I know I’m stuck,” His voice was somewhat muffled by the helmets visor but Alex managed to make out what he had said.


“Well hang on; I might be able to help you.”

Alex couldn’t help but notice how the pilot seemed irritated with Alex’s statement but Alex ignored this and began to climb up the tree. Lifting himself up onto the first branch and then the next branch, where Alex was almost directly above the helpless pilot.


“I’m going to pull you over to the branch,” Alex said to him.

When the pilot nodded Alex grabbed the ropes connecting the pilot to the parachute and pulled them towards the tree branch. Once the pilot had grabbed the branch, Alex took hold of his shoulders and helped him get his elbows over top of it.


Then Alex reached into his pocket and took out his switch blade, which he carried with him everywhere, and began to cut through the parachute cables.

Alex looked over when he saw his mother and sister come into view just as the thundering sound of maybe five more F-60’s and a G-46 gunship flew overhead. Alex watched them until they disappeared behind the tree tops.


“They must be coming from the Pope Air force base,” Alex thought to himself.

The Pope Air Force Base was maybe 100 miles east of Brookwood, NC allowing fighter jets and gunships to be scrambled in a matter of a couple minutes.


Shaking his head, Alex snapped out of it and started cutting through the cables again. When he had cut through the last cable, Alex dropped to the branch below and again to the ground.
The pilot did the same, “Thanks kid, you’re a life saver.”

Then suddenly he lost his happy tone and started talking in a gruff serious voice, “You people shouldn’t be here. There is a threat to UNA national security.”


“What is that ‘thing’?” Alex asked gesturing in the direction of the unknown aircraft.

“That’s not important, we have to get you people out of here,” said the pilot.


Summer raised her hands, “What do you mean, that’s not important! You could have just died, we could have gotten hurt! I think we have a right to know what’s going on!”

The pilot took off his helmet and held it between his arm and body; his blue eyes stared at her intently. His short brown hair was drenched with sweat, and his face was darkened with the smoke that had engulfed his jets wing.


He looked like he was about to say something but then he ducked as the deafening, buzzing sound passed overhead. It sounded a lot like a train was flying by but through the air above them.

Alex noticed that there was a heavy thick smog straggling behind the aircraft, it darkened the ground where he stood because of the massive shadow it cast. The tree tops bent, reaching out as if to touch the belly of the large ship. The Alex heard the loud snapping of wood as the aircraft dove down into the trees.


The large oaks were knocked over like little twigs as the huge aircraft crashed into the ground seeming to shake the entire earth. Dirt was thrown in all directions as if it were the sand in a child’s sandbox. It came to a hulking stop and all was quiet.

to be continued...