[Megalith]

That could be a good idea too. Anyways, back on subject.

CONTINUED...

He knew that walking into the botanical garden meant trouble, like when he was young. But hell with it anyway. Why would he waste his precious time watching a bunch of overaged flowers in a small greenhouse, he thought to himself. Stupid ass. There is no other solution. They were going to have another opening in 5-6 years anyhow.

Clark was walking down an alley when he piked up a newspaper. "C-9, second column. Metro? What the hell? That's supposed to be in the previous! Don't these dumbass writers know what they're doing?!" He gave a weak sigh, then he began to search for more articles; at least until he ran into this. "...UFO sightings appear in China? I don't get it. I could have sworn that the government proved them wrong. Freaks."

Clark turned the page, hoping to get his mind off of the quote. Again, 'Article C-9, column two' appeared again. Something's not right here, he thought. There was a sudden flash above. He looked up above and it looked to him as though there were some military recon aircraft in a perfect formation. No, they were red lights; couldn't see a damn thing beyond that. "Oh jesus. This isn't funny, um, whoever the hell you think you are. Get down from there!"

The skies turned dark. But it was only 4:30 pm; in the summer. "What the hell is going on here?" Clark thought. "Dammit, then maybe the rumors are true...maybe we aren't alone in the universe...maybe...maybe..."

Clark woke up, screaming. He had only just figured out that he was sitting in the middle of the street. It was still a bright day. He could see the closed Botanical Garden across street. People walking everywhere. "It was only a dream," he whispered to himself. "And thank god it's not true. I have nothing more to worry about." I think I'll head back home.

September 7, 1997
Marietta, GA - ???

"Metz, climbing to 22,000 feet. Paul, do you read me?"
Paul Metz, a test pilot, was the first to fly the 21st century aircraft; the F/A-22 Raptor.
"Yes. Command, this is Chief Paul Metz. I am picking up a radar contact at vector 180. This looks nothing like any ordinary aircraft. Dropping to lower altitude." Metz commanded.
The radarman in the station skimmed through the radar and found six abnormal structures in the sky, each about 650 feetclose to the airbase.
"Holy- what the heck is that!" The man shouted.
"No! Metz, to not climb any higher! Get down from there!"
"Of course, sir."

Paul descended down to the base.
The two F-16 escorts were following.

"Returning to base. Shifting to landing mode." F-16 P1 said.
The radarman suddenly yelled into the intercom, "Look out! He's closing on you! Deflect, P1!"

A control officer came running down the stairway. "The AWACS has been destroyed. It was dropping from the sky. We can't find the remainings."
The Captain came by; couldn't help but overhearing what he said.
"Then we must counter attack. Man the battlestations."
"Yes sir!" Both said.

Some man in a jeep was strolling across the runway, yelling through a microphone.
"All anti-aircraft gunners man your battlestations now! I repeat! The visitors are hostile!"

The gunners shot out the incoming targets and covered fire for the fighter jets whom were protecting the base. Army troops were being held at the base. The "unidentified spaceships" had left and there was no longer any transmission on radar. Not helping but to think what happened, Metz had gone to the Captain to have a serious chat with him. 362 troops had lost their lives that day.

December 31, 1999
Times Square, New York - 2330

"Hear the news?"
"What news?"
"Another tragedy."
"Where?"
"Montclair."
"Really? Everyone okay?"
"No. A lot of people died. My mother was there."
"Damn, I'm sorry. What happened?"
"They say that some ----ing spaceship came down and shot everyone or something."
"Nonsense."
"Well, do you know what happened?"
"I-I don't...I don't know...I just don't know..."

Clark walked away. He could see Martin crying. Well, whaddya know. Lt. Ryan W. Clark, mean friend, not very comforting, eh?

It was dark, lights were on, people cheering, New Years Eve! Year 2000 was coming closer and closer. Only 20 more minutes left and everything will change, Ryan thought.

"Well Clark, exciting? Well, for me, yeah!"
"Great, Martin."

Some guy dressed as a punk came by and mocked Martin.
Martin stood up. "Who the hell are you and why are you dressed like that?! You shouldn't hang around here, punk."
The kid snarled. "Well, Mr. GAY, maybe if you were a little more polite..."
"What did you call me," Martin got real pissed off.
"Yeah, that's right, ----head! I'm talking'a you!"
The boy socked Martin in the face.
"Loser!"
Martin got up. "Damn."
Ryan giggled, along with Martin.
"I'm going to kill that son of a..."
"Shhh...here it comes!

The lights burst in the air and the fircrackers filled the skies. It was a great day. Then came the unfortunate whistle. Some dumbass came to ruin it all, maybe, thought Ryan.

"Look! There's something in the sky!" a man shouted.

There was silence. A similar structure from 1997 came down above the cities of New York. 3,000 feet above.

"Oh shit, that's the same one in my dream!" Clark said to Martin.

Something came out of the UFO. No one could notice. It then appeared as it came to a hundred feet.
"Clark, what happens if they're hostile?"
Clark shrugged. "I don't know."
Martin was mad. "How many times are you gonna say that?!"
No response. Clark stared at the UFO, as well as everyone else.

The UFO finally disappeared as it climbed above the clouds. The people were quiet. And oh my, what a perfect way to celebrate the new millenium...

Now it was year 2000; seemed perfectly fine to Clark. No problems and no more rumors of the end of the world. "But what if it ends right here? What if we entered a Global War or something? What if there was a World War III?" thought Clark. "I've got better things to do than to worry about aliens invading the Earth. Jesus."

It is the new millenium...and the end of days is yet to come...