Matt
Author's Note:
Hello, this story follows on from my first story; name of story. You don't need to read it to understand this.
Robert is my OC and it is primarily in his POV.
Hope you all enjoy the story.
Culver University
Willowdale, West Virginia
June 2, 2011
As Matt Jenkins got out of his car, he thought about his younger brother, Henry, who he hadn't seen in two years. He was looking forward to finally getting to see him again as they had always gotten along really well. The numerous laboratories in his department worked alongside the military, his lab specifically were developing multiple new alloys for the government. This often meant that he was too busy to visit his family, which is why he was excited to be taking a break from work.
As he walked across the parking lot of Henry's college, on the hot, mid-June day, he noticed that the campus wasn't that busy. It wasn't overly surprising; most of the students had already left for summer break. However, that wasn't the case for Henry.
Henry had decided to take a few summer speed courses, which would enable him to get his degree a year early. Matt had made a deal with Henry before had gone off to college; If Henry could prove himself while in college, he would get him a job at his work.
Matt was here to pick up his brother and take him out to lunch. Also, he did want to check up on his progress. As he headed to the courtyard, which had been arranged as the meeting stop, he was surprised when a bunch of armed troops suddenly ran by him, heading in the same direction he was. The sound of their boots pounding on the ground as they went past increased Matt's immediate concern and confusion as to what was going on. Why were troops with machine guns and grenades on a college campus? He was used to those weapons at his work-which was a secure area and required special protection-but this was a public campus.
He instantly knew that something wasn't right and broke out into a run after the troops. A roar of an engine behind him alerted him to military Humvees with bigger machine guns on top coming his way. Seeing the massive vehicles sent his heart into overdrive. What the hell was going on? He continued to follow the courtyard and came to a stop at the glass walkway, where all the troops had all gathered.
As he was standing there, he overheard the chatter on the radio, "Banner's running in the library."
"He's in the glass walkway!" One of the soldiers shouted out.
Matt looked up and saw a man wearing a blue shirt in the walkway, looking around wildly. He looked around for his brother, but he was nowhere in sight.
"Fire the tear gas!" Another soldier yelled, as most of the soldiers aimed their weapons at the glass. Thump, thump, thump. Matt was sure that the amount of smoke they had pumped into the bridge would kill a man. He didn't know how wrong he was.
"Matt, what's going on?" somebody shouted to him, making him jump a little in fright. He turned and realised it was Henry; he must have come out of a door. The younger Jenkins raised his hands, as if to ask, 'what the hell is going on?'
Matt looked up at the smoke-enclosed area, finding the figure of the man gone. In its place was the outline of someone–or something–larger and bulkier. Henry started to jog away from the building, making his way to his big brother.
Suddenly, the glass and metal exploded outwards, and Matt saw the most terrifying thing in his entire life. Out of the explosion came a giant, green, angry, muscular monster. It jumped down to the ground, as it landed, it shook the earth beneath their feet.
When Matt recovered, he immediately began to look around wildly for his brother. "Henry!" he called, trying to locate him. 'Where are you, Henry?' he thought, concerned.
The monster roared, and it sounded like a hundred jets taking off. There was anger in its roar, scaring Matt to his bones. It started to walk towards the troops, and they opened fire on it; hundreds of bullets bounced off its skin like they were nothing more than annoying flies. The hits were only aggravating the monster.
When Matt saw that it was safe to look for his brother again, he looked around and spotted him on the floor; he ran to his little brother's side. As he got closer, he grew more and more concerned by the amount of blood surrounding him. "No!" he screamed, not caring if his voice drew in attention. All he cared about was his brother. He saw that most of the blood was coming from Henry's head, and cried out when he saw there was a rock by his head with blood painted on its side. Matt couldn't hold back the tears. He knelt down and rolled the younger man on his back, supporting his limp head; he was unresponsive. "No. No! You can't die, Henry!" he muttered.
He looked up for help, "HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME!" He shouted, but nobody paid him any attention this time. They were either ran away from the danger or were involved with battling the monster, which was destroying the Humvees like they were little plastic toys. Realizing there was no hope, Matt bundled his brother into his arms, sobbing over the body. He cried out to the Lord, who, in his eyes, had failed him.
He didn't loosen his grip on his brother as he looked up to notice the army losing to the monster. Anger swept over him, that thing killed his brother, and screamed, "Die! Die, you fucking monster! Just fucking die!"
A massive explosion made him jump and hold onto his brother tighter for protection, a small, yet sad smile made his way to his lips; the monster could not be seen. "Henry, they killed it! They fucking got him!" The joy was short lived, however, because the smoke cleared and revealed that the monster was very much alive, and holding onto a woman; It immediately fled the scene.
Matt watched its escape with burning anger, unable to do anything. 'One day, I will find you, and you will pay for what happened to my brother,' he bitterly thought.
June 9th, 2011
A Cemetery in Virginia
The funeral was beautiful-It was funny how those two words fit together. Henry was laid down to rest besides his parents graves, who had died a few years earlier due to a drunk driver.
Matt was joined by his cousins, Frank and Cindy. The three of them remained after the service to talk. "Frank, thank you so very much for coming, I know you are going through your own hell." He scoffed bitterly. "You should have seen it. It was..." he paused, overflowing with horrifying memories, "evil."
"Have you been able to find anything out at work with your clearance?" Cindy questioned.
"No," Matt answered with a sigh. "They ordered me to stop poking around and to just let it go."
"Don't lose your job over this," Frank spoke up, concern laced in his voice. "I know you want revenge, we all do. But… I mean, what the fuck is our world coming to, monsters and robots?"
"I want someone to give us a straight answer," Matt commented, ignoring what Frank just said. He didn't want to listen about not getting revenge.
"Things will eventually work out," Cindy said in reassurance, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know we're always here for you."
Frank nodded. "Yeah, you know we love you." He paused and glanced at his watch, before continuing, "I have to go back home. There are a few minor plans I have finish."
"I know, I love you all," Matt said, smiling tightly. "I will see you in a couple of days."
Frank and Cindy left, leaving Matt alone in front of his only brother's grave. When the sun set and the air grew cold, he decided it was time to go home. He knelt down next to the tombstone one last time for that day. "I love you, Henry. God willing, I will find that monster and kill it." He looked towards the sunset, "Banner… I'll never forget the name."
As the sunset went on, he walked back to his car, he was no longer crying, but his eyes were still puffy.
He now had a new purpose in life.
Author's notes:
Thank you for reading, I'd love a review.
