(written by Rohit Malhotra)
The silence outside the bunker was not just quiet — it was unnatural.
Ronin stood frozen at the edge of the surveillance door. Just beyond it, something… someone… had landed. And it wasn't human.
All the screens inside the bunker flickered and then went pitch black for three long seconds. A buzzing sound followed — low, rhythmic, like a distant heartbeat vibrating through metal walls. It wasn't mechanical. It was alive.
Ruby turned to him, her voice trembling.
"Did… you feel that?"
Before Ronin could reply, the lights blinked rapidly — then steadied. For a brief moment, it felt like time itself paused. Even the air was still.
Then a new camera feed popped up.
But it wasn't from the bunker's surveillance system.
The angle was wrong. The image was distorted — bluish, grainy, like thermal vision. The view showed the bunker from outside, from above — a third-person view that none of their cameras could possibly capture.
It wasn't their feed.
Someone else — no, something else — was watching them.
Ronin's breath caught. Ruby clutched his arm.
"Ronin…" she whispered. "They're here."
Suddenly, a massive crash boomed from outside. The ground trembled. Dust erupted into the air like a shockwave. The bunker's reinforced steel doors rattled violently, threatening to give way.
Ronin didn't wait.
He moved instinctively, grabbing the EMP blade mounted on the wall. His fingers wrapped around the hilt as if it belonged there, as if it had always been waiting for him.
Emergency sensors activated. The outer scanners lit up.
> [Lifeform detected: Unknown class.]
[Biological structure unregistered.]
[Warning: Thermal cloaking identified.]
Something was outside.
It wasn't just alive — it was hiding, changing. Adapting.
Then — BOOM!
The heavy steel door dented inward. Sparks flew. The locking mechanism hissed as it was overridden — not electronically, but physically, as if torn apart from the other side.
Jimy, standing near the emergency console, shouted in panic, "We have to run—"
"No," Ronin said, stepping forward, his voice eerily calm.
"It came for me."
And then… the door blasted open.
A figure emerged through the smoke.
It was tall — towering at least seven feet — with glowing green veins pulsing through its semi-transparent, gelatinous skin. Its head was elongated and smooth, lacking a mouth. Two vertical slits — glowing white — served as its eyes, unblinking, cold, ancient.
It didn't walk.
It glided, as if gravity barely applied to it. Each movement was slow, deliberate, terrifying.
Everyone stepped back — except Ronin.
"Why isn't it attacking?" Ruby whispered, her voice cracking.
"It's analyzing," Ronin replied. His own heartbeat began to accelerate.
The alien stopped a few feet away.
Its skin rippled, shifting like liquid. Strange glowing symbols began to appear — etched into its arms, chest, and neck. The markings pulsed, alive. Somehow, they looked… familiar.
Ronin's head throbbed with pain — sudden, sharp. Flashes of images assaulted his mind.
Visions. But not his.
A barren desert planet. Towering black spires. A blood-red sky. The same glowing symbol — the one on the creature's chest — burned itself into his memory. It was like something inside him was remembering something long buried… or hidden.
Then the creature spoke — but not with sound.
It communicated in pulses, directly into their minds. Its voice echoed not in ears, but in thoughts.
> You were not meant to awaken.
Ronin staggered back.
His skull felt like it was splitting open. Pain lanced through his temples. And then — something inside him broke.
Or opened.
His heart pounded louder than ever — not just in his chest, but in the air around him. Ruby and the others felt it too — the pressure, the strange hum in the room. Like the space itself was changing.
The alien tilted its head, studying Ronin. Curious. Surprised.
Then, without warning, it attacked.
The creature lunged forward — faster than anything humanly possible. Its arm morphed mid-air, forming a blade.
It struck.
And Ronin… caught it.
With his bare hands.
Time seemed to slow.
A blinding glow erupted from Ronin's hands — not from outside, but from within. Veins of silver-blue light flickered beneath his skin. His eyes shone faintly, eerily.
He twisted the alien's arm and slammed it into the floor. Concrete cracked like glass.
The others stood in stunned silence.
Ronin wasn't trained for this. He had never fought like this. But something — ancient, powerful — had awakened inside him.
The alien let out a screech — not a scream, but a digital echo, high-pitched and vibrating. The frequency shattered a nearby screen into sparks.
Ronin ducked a second blow and struck back with a clean, powerful punch to its chest. The alien flew backward, crashing into a steel wall — denting it deeply.
Ronin approached slowly, chest rising and falling, eyes still glowing faintly.
He stared down at the creature, breathing hard.
"What are you?" he asked.
The alien looked up, its body twitching. The pulsing light on its chest dimmed. Then, in a final surge of mental communication, it sent one last message:
> We made you. Now we fear you.
Then it touched a glowing symbol on its forearm.
A flash of brilliant blue light burst out — and the creature vanished.
Gone.
Only silence remained.
Ronin dropped to one knee, exhausted. His hands still shimmered faintly. The glowing veins began to fade.
Ruby rushed to his side, falling beside him.
"You… Ronin, what was that?! What did you do?"
He looked at her, dazed, breathing heavy.
"I… I don't know," he whispered.
But deep down, a part of him did know.
Something had changed. And it wasn't just inside him — it was the beginning of something much, much bigger.
What do you think what will happen next in this world, will Ronin be able to defeat those aliens and save them, what is the secret of Ronin's powers, the way those aliens told that they told Ronin He had created it but now he himself is afraid of it. Why is it so? Does Ronin have so much power? Is he so powerful? Keep listening to the full story with this small book of mine.
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