Kit's Story


All of a sudden, the lights started flashing and a siren alerted the laser wielding guards. The alarm had been tripped. Kit knew he was screwed.

A long hallway lead to an open corridor, which, of course, was occupied by a giant robot spider, or some kind of mutated bird; it was such a classic situation: freedom just out of arms’ reach. Kit was glad he saved that last rocket from the boss battle a few rooms ago.

And it was all he needed. The giant monkey/snake with the gun attached to its tail was a piece of cake. As he started his jetpack and few back up to his space ship, Kit looked down to see the Alien symbol crumble in on itself. Of course, he felt superior in every way possible to that alien scum. His mission was complete.

The screen faded to black, and Kit released a grinning sigh… It was finally over.

Kit put down the controller and fell backwards onto his bed as the end credits rolled. He closed his eyes, barely containing his excitement, or his fatigue. Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have to worry about containment, but after being up all night, he was sure his parents would not approve of his usual loud yelling and jumping at 6 in the morning. He’d have to save it for later.

The phone rang and Kit quickly answered.

“Hello?”

“You sure are up early.” It was Jeff.

“Yeah, I just beat Alien Attack… why are you calling me so early?”

“Just wanted to give you a heads up on the news.”

“Why? What news?”

“The literal ‘The News.’ Turn to channel 11. I saw teasers about that rumor Lando told us about.”

Kit looked at his cable box above the TV which read 6:25. “It’s on commercial and the news is about to go off.”

“What do you expect? It’s news about video games!”

The screen changed from a crazy man ranting about discount DVD players to the news anchor man adjusting his papers. “Here’s some news for all of you kids out here in the Silicon Valley. Advanced Games, one of the many video game developments houses based in the Silicon Valley has developed a new 3D visor for the Gamestation video game consol. This comes as a surprise to fans and other companies alike, this being one of the first ever announcements on the subject. Those living in the valley will be treated to a free showing of this new technology along with their hottest selling game to day, Alien Attack, today at 6 pm, and will last until 8, so everybody will get a chance to experience the new glasses. And by everyone, we mean even you, parents. This will defiantly be a show not to miss.”

“Wow.” Kit was speechless. He has never been invited to anything like this, despite being in the heart of the game development community.

“We are so there, Kit,” Jeff said.

“Duh! I’ll talk to you at school Jeff; I should probably start getting ready now.”

“Wait a second. Remember what Lando was talking about last week? That whole alien thing? Did you notice anything strange in Alien Attack when you beat it?”

“Why does it matter? He’s a dork. He probably just made it up to get some attention. And no, I didn’t see anything strange.”

“It just seems strange how this comes up so short after he told us. Well, see ya later, man.” Kit looked out of his window to see his dad leaving for work already. It was a sign that he was already running late. He quickly changed his clothes and ran out of the house.

Ten hours and three pop quizzes later, Kit and Jeff arrived outside the Advanced Games office building. A line was already forming and the showing didn’t even start for another two hours. They saw some friends from school, who apparently didn’t show up today, already towards the front of the line.

“Man, this really must be big.”

The boys headed towards the back of the line. A few minutes later, Jeff charmed in with one of his witty one-liners he was known for.

“Crap, I gotta piss!”

“So?”

“Come with me to find a bathroom!” Kit reluctantly followed his friend behind the building into an alleyway. Kit looked down the alley as Jeff relieved himself, and noticed a door with a small crack in it. It was being held open by a small pair of glasses futuristic looking glasses. He picked them up as Jeff walked over.

“Let me see those.”

“Eew, no! I guess these are the new glasses, huh?”

“Yeah, and look at that!” Jeff swung the door wide open to reveal boxes up to the ceiling with the “Advanced” logo on them.

“This must be the rest of them.”

”What do you think there going to do with so many?”

“I’m guessing there going to sell them, Kit.” Jeff was pretty amused with his joke.

“No... I mean why so many so soon? They just announced it this morning, right?”

“This is pretty freakin’ cool!”

“It’s also pretty freakin’ strange,” said Kit as he explored the room. Jeff flipped the light switch to reveal the walls covered with a strangely familiar alien symbol. “That’s just like at the end of Alien Attack!” Behind all of the crates was a weird glowing machine that was attached to three crates of glasses though a set of plastic tubes. The LCD display flashed the message “5 minutes remaining,” every two seconds or so.

Must be some kind of charging machine, Jeff thought. “Maybe we should get out of here, Kit.”

“No, this is to strange to just pass up.”

“Well I think you guys should leave as well.” This voice came from neither Jeff nor Kit. They both turned around to find a tall wiry man standing in the door way. His face was stern, like a security guard, but he was wearing a button up shirt and blue jeans, like a stereotypical computer programmer. Either way, they knew for sure they were in trouble. All of a sudden, his face changed, flashing the biggest smile either of the boys had ever seen. “Don’t worry kids, you’ll get your pair of glasses soon enough.” He stepped to the side and gestured they leave. “Now hurry along, I don’t want you to miss the show!” He quickly slammed the door, leaving the two in the alleyway.

“That was… strange.”

“Think this is what Lando was talking about?”

“It sure is!” Lando jumped out from behind a stack of boxes. “This is the big day. The Attack begins tonight.”

“What attack?” Kit said with a confused look on his face.

“The ALIEN ATTACK, of course! They didn’t name the game that for no reason.”

“Why would aliens attack us? And why would Advanced let them?”

“Advanced didn’t let them, the aliens took over. They were the ones programming the games. The Advanced thing is just a cover for their mind control scheme.”

“Yeah, right Lando,” Jeff interrupted.” I was with you until the aliens, but mind control? That’s just too far off.”

“Listen to me! That’s what the glasses are for. They have something to do with the Alien Attack game. Everyone who is here tonight will get a pair of the 3D glasses to take home. Those glasses, when used with the game, will trigger something in the game, rendering them open for commands from the aliens waiting in their ship in orbit around the earth. Not only that, but that machine in there turns people into zombies! Well, maybe not. I’m not exactly sure on the details, the aliens have horrible penmanship.”

“Penmanship?”

“Yeah, they threw out these plans. I’ve been here everyday looking for these kinds of documents in the trash.”

“That’s even sicker than Jeff here!”

“Why would they throw out the plans, anyways?”

“I dunno, there just idiots, I guess.”

Kit wasn’t sure what to think. “I still don’t know…”

“Someone’s coming! Quick, get back here!” Kit and Jeff dove behind the boxes just as an SUV full of the crates of glasses pulled up. Kit recognized the driver as Will Baxter, CEO of Advanced Games and celebrity amongst gamers. The door to the glasses room opened as Will grabbed a crate of the glasses. The creepy man headed out to the car and was handed the crate.

“Is everything going according to plan?”

“Yes sir! This town will be yours by midnight.”

“Excellent! Make sure that everybody gets a pair of these. And I mean everybody.”

“Of course, sir.”

“And watch out for that leak in the back of the storage room, we don’t want these puppies getting wet.

“We have a bucket of water under it, sir.”

“Good, good. Geeze, this building is cheap… well I’ll be back for the big showing. I just have to dispose of these defective glasses at the landfill. The world is as good as ours, Tab, great work! Tell your leaders the attack will start as soon as I take control of the poor zombies.” With that he got in the car and drove off. Tab stood there, saluting, for minutes even after the car was gone. There was obviously something wrong with this guy.

“Now do you believe me?”

“Yeah, yeah. Fine Lando.”

“Ha!”

“There’s no time for gloating now,” Kit said. “We’ve got to stop this, don’t we?”

“If we must,” said Jeff. “I mean, it is our job, right?”

“No its not… we’re middle school kids, remember?”

“Oh yeah. So how are we going to do this, anyways?”

“Weren’t you listening?” Lando’s voice rose even higher than he already spoke. “Water, stupid!”

Jeff walked up to the door, hoping the same “security guard” would answer. The door swung open and Tab stood there, his face expressionless. “Um, Hi.” Jeff had no idea what he was doing.

“Hey,” Tab said with a really calm voice.

“Can you come here for a second? My, um… car, it got a flat. It’s right over here, around the corner. Can you help me change the tire?”

“Oh, sure!” Tab followed Jeff, leaving the door to slowly close. Kit jumped from behind the crates and raced towards the door. He would have made it on time, if he didn’t trip over a rock, slamming the door closed.

“Crap!” Lando yelled.

“Wait, I have a back up plan.” They went back behind the boxes, waiting for Jeff and Tab to return. Minutes later, Tab and Jeff came back, both holding sodas.

“I don’t know what to tell you, sir,” said Tab. “This ‘stealing’ concept interests me. How could someone just take your car?”

“Yeah, well, thanks for the soda! How much do I owe you?”

“Oh nothing, it’s on me. My leaders pay me well.”

“Now!” Kit and Lando charged at Tab, beating him with two-by-fours they found behind the boxes. In no time he was knocked out and his keys were in Kit’s possession.

“These guys throw away all sorts of crap,” said Lando.

“I’m sure you know all about that, Lando, but we gotta kill these visors!” It was nearly 6 o’clock and the show was about to start. Kit took the hose attached to the wall and turned on the valve. What the kids left was nothing short of a mess.

“This ends here, zombie machine.” Lando picked up the glowing machine and threw it across the room. They knocked over all the crates and danced on the glasses. Broken circuit board parts were everywhere. On top of that, the room was soaked from top to bottom. There was no way these glasses would ever be used.

The three left the building, leaving with a great deal of satisfaction and a bucket, and headed for home. They had just saved the world.

“Just after our report this morning on the new 3D visors developed by Advanced Games, the Silicon Valley was let down when, apparently, a group of young hooligans trashed the only shipment of the glasses. Will Baxter, CEO of Advanced Games, started that this trashing set the company back thousands of dollars, and, on top of that, the companies’ stock is expected to drop dramatically in days to come. Mr. Baxter also vowed revenge on whoever did this to his company. A search is out for the culprits, who will also be charged with assault and battery, as a security guard was found severally wounded on site….”

“This is so great! We just saved the world!”

“But nobody would ever believe us, you know. And the police are out to find us. Everyone will just think were crazy, like Lando.” Kit was lying on his bed, finally able to get some rest after defeating an alien race on two separate occasions in the past 24 hours.

“Yeah, but at least someone will hear our story,” Jeff said as he typed away on Kit’s computer. “Once Art Bell gets this email, he’ll read it over the air and the world will know our story! And we have proof!” He held up the bucket.

“Only crazy people listen to Art Bell. And what would a bucket prove?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“…And in other news, Hyper Drive, a small game company, is developing a new hearing piece that will allow players to- -“Kit turned off the TV.

“There’s never anything good on the news anymore.”



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