Stella's Regeneration

80sGirl1996

31 March 2014

Creative Writing

Flash
Fiction: Stella's Regeneration

Stella's
Narrative

2009-

The
fleet of alien spaceships descended from the sky, that was filled
with 26 planets, and fired at the panicking city of Sacramento.
Everyone was screaming in fear. As a terrified blonde 18-year-old, I
looked out the window of my foster home, helplessly watching the
Daleks that shot innocent people on the streets. I saw a Dalek
invasion before, but I couldn't remember when and where it occurred.

“Stella!”
Mr. Pierce, the 57-year-old head of the orphanage, shouted outside
the metal door I was always locked behind. He banged on the door.
“Stella, we're evacuating the foster home because of this
goddamn alien attack.”

The
metal door squeaked open as I whipped my head around to see Mr
Pierce. My brown eyes were filled with fear and confusion. That same
man locked me up into the asylum-like room I was in after my first
medical check-up, when I was 4, revealed that I wasn't human even
though I looked like one.

Mr.
Pierce led me out of the room and into the corridor with no other
doors, except for the one at the end of the hall, before a Dalek flew
into the window. The Dalek had a unique robotic shape: an eye stalk;
a black plunger-like sucker; a strange silver gun; two lights on the
top of the head that lit up with every syllable it said and a slanted
skirt-like bottom that was covered in metal balls. We both jumped
back in surprise as the Dalek advanced towards us.

“YOU
WILL FOLLOW ME!”
the Dalek ordered in a loud and menacing robot voice.

We
put up our hands and followed the Dalek, trembling in fear. As we
walked, I heard people's cries as they were exterminated on the
streets outside. Some of the Dalek ships were still firing at the
California State Capitol. Eventually, we were brought into a room and
were lined up in a row of scared orphans and staff, surrounded by
another two Daleks.

“YOU
HUMANS WILL BE TAKEN FOR TESTING!”
one of the Daleks commanded.

“T-Testing for what?” one of the orphans squeaked in
panic.

The Dalek that spoke swiveled its head to its left to the orphan.

“DALEKS
DO NOT ANS-” the
Dalek began before I cut it.

“The Reality Bomb,” I said aloud after gaining the
mysterious knowledge, somehow realizing what the bomb would do to the
whole of reality.

“HOW
DO YOU KNOW OF DAVROS' INVENTION?!!”
the Dalek demanded, turning its gaze to me.

My hearts skipped a few beats as the Dalek trundled to me.

“WHO
TOLD YOU ABOUT THE BOMB?!” the
Dalek inquired.

“N-No one,” I answered, starting to stammer. “I
swear, I don't know how I know that!”

“YOU
LIE!!” the
Dalek shouted, raising its gun at me.

“Leave her alone, you evil alien pepper pot!” Marty, a
16-year-old orphan with black hair, screamed to the Dalek.

The Dalek turned its attention to Marty as it headed toward him. The
birthmark (on my left arm) began to tingle: Marty was going to die.

I
started running to Marty at the end of the row before the Dalek
screamed “EXTERMINATE!!”

At the moment the Dalek pointed its death ray at Marty, I pushed him
out of the way and got shot with a blue beam that came out the
Dalek's gun instead.

I cried out in agony as the bolt struck me. I fell to the ground in
pain, dying. Every cell of my body felt like they were on fire. The
Dalek moved away from me as I got weaker. Just when I thought that it
would be the end for me, I noticed that my hands were starting to
glow a strange golden light. A new strength was bubbling up inside me
while something was happening inside of me.

When I stood up, the orphans looked at me with wonder and surprise.
The staff members' jaws hit the floor in shock before they led the
curious children away from me.

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” the Dalek that shot
me demanded. “EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!! EXPLAIN!!!”

Without warning, a blast of golden energy from my arm hit the Dalek
that spoke and was destroyed.

The other two Daleks surrounded me, ready to fire. I was terrified
by what was happening, but something inside me told me that I would
live. The body I had would die, but I would survive; I didn't know
why at that time, but I do now after making a new friend two years
later.

My last thought was “Why are my hands glowing? This can't be
happening!!”

Suddenly, an explosive energy inside me made me throw my head back
and arms open as wide as they could. I screamed from the
indescribable pain I felt. I was changing in a big way. Amongst my
cries, I heard the Daleks' shrieks before they exploded after the
golden energy projected from my arms and hit them. I had no idea how
long this “process” took.

Then, it stopped. I took in a few deep breaths of air as I let my
arms drop down to my sides and saw the shocked looks on the staff and
orphans' faces. Confused about why they look surprised at me, I
noticed the Daleks beside me were obliterated completely.

“Oh, they're dead. And thank goodness for that. I hate the
Daleks,” I said before realizing that my voice sounded
different. “Hang on... How did I get a new voice?”
Addressing to the terrified people, I asked “Why are you
looking at me like that?”

Marty pointed at me without a word except for the unspoken ones in
his eyes.

Unconsciously fidgeting with my hair, I stopped and felt that my
hair was long and silky. I checked out a strand and was surprised
that I had become a redhead.

“Whoa,” I exclaimed. “I wonder what else has
changed.”

I walked over to a mirror that was next to the group of frightened
orphans and personnel members and saw my reflection. Instead of brown
eyes, I had violet ones. My face looked more mature than my previous
one and definitely more attractive with no physical signs of acne.
The new body I gained looked like a fully developed woman's form. My
skin was olive instead of the ghostly pale from my other incarnation.
And I saw that the outlines of the birthmark on my arm were silver
instead of black.

“Wowza,”
I let out after a moment or two of examining my new body. “I
actually like how I look now. That's new; I've never liked my
appearance or felt confident before... Maybe my personality changed
as well.”

As I felt
my new face, Mr. Pierce stammered “Who a-a-are you?”

When I
turned to him to respond, a sudden jolt of pain in my right side took
me by surprise and I fell to my knees.

“Hang
on,” I said while holding my side. “Wait a second. I need
to -”

Another
spasm cut me off. I opened my mouth and lightly coughed up a wisp of
golden energy. Once that wisp escaped from my mouth, the pain was
gone.

“Hmm....”
I began thinking as I stood up. “That never happened
to me before. Interesting. I wonder what I am... And why do I know so
many things I'm not supposed to know at this age?”

“What are you?” Mr. Pierce squeaked.

“I'm not sure yet,” I replied, still amazed and confused
at what happened to me. “Still getting used to these new
things.”