The Rocket-ship: Write about a rocket-ship on it’s way to the moon or a distant galaxy far, far, away
The last group of Americans tersely murmured with one another. There was an overwhelming sense of dread that circulated among the crowd. Today was, what was coined by the Meteorologist, the Great Unveiling of Mankind. All precautions were done to ensure that this day would never come but it seemed that no matter what the city of Peoples did, the end was still inevitable. That is until the Doctor had a great revelation and convinced the town of what would be needed in order to curve the smoldering doom. The plan was simple and everyone, aside from a single family, was fully disposed and eager for the plan to commence. It made perfect sense for the single family to not be supportive of the Doctor’s grandiose idea.
What exactly is the plan? The father asked the 3 men standing by the door in religious garbs. What the father could assume was the leader of the 3 men explained that the Doctor believes that a sacrifice need be made to appease the intergalactic overlords. The Doctor understands the fanatical concept of this demand but, without explaining more than a schoolboy’s thought process, he said that they had simply run out of ideas. The father protested but 2 men pinned him down and the leader left to take his son.
Without fight, the boy was taken by the man. He was too young to really understand what was happening, but the sight of him seeing his father struggling built in him a tantrum-filled fight. The man did what he could to calm the boy down before he simply pulled out a garage-made handgun and shot the boy with it. A small zap of electricity came out of the gun and it stunned the boy, soothing his emotions and putting him into a catatonic state. After a few seconds of the father screaming, he too was soon shot by the stun-gun.
The boy was put into a clay pot shaped like a portly-round bottom, skinny top; he was placed at the bottom of the pot. People gathered around and chanted a pray aloud hoping this would be the final testament to their love for the Holders, as the townsfolk called them. From within the pot can be heard a feint knocking sound against the clay as it was loaded onto the launching-dock that was used to transport objects between the Survivors and the Holders.
“May the Holders be pleased.”
“May the Holders be pleased!”
The clay pot was launched upwards and taken by a lurid blue beam that left everyone watching blinded for a few minutes. Bits of clothing and hair were burned by the impact of the light. Nothing was said after the boy was transported but everyone seemed much more hopeful that the sacrifice would suffice. The Survivors awaited patiently for their fate, while the father of the boy eagerly awaited his chance to see his boy again.