The Porathians
by
Horath a powerful Alien from Exorath invades Earth in search of recruits as he accidentally interrupts the aura moment of an egotistical and ruthless mutant in a bar.
A disaster in front of a drunken crowd turns into a matter of life and death. Can an Alien from Exorath survive someone as ruthless as Bethany? The mutant who's known to strike fear in the hearts of even the most notorious of criminals!
This story takes place on an alternate earth which is filled with high stakes, aliens, mutants and pure chaos.
In a different city, Sam (18), Bertha (16) and Melany (13), a group of teenage mutants are struggling to redeem themselves in the eyes of the public.
They finally find a mission which would get them what they want, but the only problem is.
It's a suicide mission!
Success will earn them the public's love and respect. But if they fail, they risk losing everything.
Don't believe me? Jump into The Porathians - an Action, Adventure, Young Adult, Sci-fi story to find out.
I'm Abdullah Shaikh and I'll guide you through the most intense and brutal action scenes to the most heartwarming and intimate of moments. Making you experience emotions you didn't know you had.
Only. If. You. Dare.
Publisher: Independently Published
Cover Artists:
Genres:
Tropes: Aliens Among Us, Band of Misfits, Found Family, Humanity is Good, Parallel Worlds, Portals, Quest, Redemption Arc, Reluctant Hero, Wise Mentor
Word Count: Approx 20k
Setting: A Country on Alternate Earth
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Aliens Among Us, Band of Misfits, Found Family, Humanity is Good, Parallel Worlds, Portals, Quest, Redemption Arc, Reluctant Hero, Wise Mentor
Word Count: Approx 20k
Setting: A Country on Alternate Earth
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Ch 1 - Death and Destruction
The ‘Drunken Rockerz’ bar sat at the outskirts of the city of Manurois. Its
Neon Sign flickered dimly under the darkness of the night. Inside, the air
smelt of cheap whiskey and cigarettes. The usual crowd had been reduced
to only a handful of patrons, some of which played poker, the others argued
whilst listening to the digital jukebox playing rock and roll in the corner and
drinking from their foam filled beer glasses.
The doors of the bar bang open as a woman storms in. Following her are
two mountains of muscle with hands folded above hulk-like chests and snake
tattoos covering their arms. Their heads were shaved and skin tight tees
revealed every muscle under the thin fabric.
The way they silently followed the woman spoke volumes about her. She
was a statuesque woman with black heeled boots reaching her knees. A dark
violet lipstick highlighted her face, followed by a leather jacket with metal
spikes on shoulders under which was a shirt saying ‘Death Killer’ and skin
tight jeans. Few strands of her short hair were dyed in a dark shade of violet
and she had the gaze of a predator with eye lashes painted—let me guess, dark
violet? Hell yeah.
She strutted towards the wooden counter and cleared her throat for the
bartender to take notice.
But it wasn’t just the bartender who took notice—everyone in the bar had
their eyes glued to this mysterious figure who’s sheer presence was a symbol
of intimidation and power.
The bartender was a short, skinny man. Barely taller than the wooden
counter as he would usually tip toe while providing drinks to customers. He
was an old man and the wrinkles on his forehead spoke more about him than
words could express.
“Greetings…Beth…Beth…Bethany. I wasn’t expecting to see you so…soo…
.soon.” Says the bartender in a shaky voice as he takes notice of her presence.
“Please….sit and…have…have…a drink.” He smiles politely, the wrinkles on
his forehead multiplying at the sight of her, betraying his composure, as he
picks a beer glass and pours her a drink, half of which falls to the floor due to
his shivering hands and places it in front of her.
Ignoring his offer, Bethany gets straight to the point. “Where’s my money,
Jeff?” Her tone polite but deadly.
He struggled to gulp as he gathered the last remains of his courage and
spoke in a voice which was almost inaudible. “Please….give me one….one…
more…wee….week, I promise to return the…mo…mo…..money,” his shaky
voice, filled with fear.
She smiles at his words. “One more week, huh?” She turns to look at her
henchmen. “What do you say boys?” She asks curiously.
“Show this old bloke who he’s messin with, Boss.” Says the one on the left,
in his raspy deep voice.
“You already extended the deadline for him. Now it’s time to make him
pay, Boss.” Says the other in his thick voice.
Bethany turns back to meet Jeff’s gaze with a wide evil smile on her lips.
“You heard them.”
Jeff places one of his hands on Bethany’s arm, desperately seeking help.
“Please…I’ll do anything for you….don’t do this….we didn’t get much
customers this week….please…try to understand…” He begs, but as soon
as Bethany’s gaze falls on his hand, he quickly withdraws it from her arm.
His tone, sad and apologetic.
Bethany pays no attention to his words as she turns back to her henchmen and gives them a firm nod. To which, they quickly tie up the poor old bartender’s hands, legs, mouth, move the bar stools aside and place him
on top the counter.
As soon as their job is done, they rush towards the back of the bar. To avoid what was coming next.
Some patrons stopped beers midway to their lips. But those who knew Bethany, clenched their ears firmly, while the others stuffed them with
anything they can get their hands on.
Bethany savoured every second of this. She felt as if she’s a goddess, about to punish those who disobeyed her. Every fiber in her body grew desperate at the anticipation of the storm, while the poor bartender could only shake his head as tears of regret, pain and sadness rolled down his skinny cheeks—still pleading her to stop.
Bethany paced in front of the counter— eyes fixed on the bartender, hungry, unblinking, like a predator circling helpless prey.
“I’m sorry, Jeff.” She said in a low, almost apologetic voice. A few seconds later, “Oh wait.” She smiles evilly. “I’m not sorry at all. In fact…” she takes a deep breath as if savouring every atom of oxygen in her lungs. “I’m actually gonna enjoy this,” she smiles coldly at Jeff, as her words crush the last bits of hope, he was desperately holding onto.
With that, she inhales deeply. (Wanna know what happens next? Visit my site for more 🙂
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