Free Battle For The Womb by Chelsea Chaynes Page A

impregnate me, who can?” This reality hung
thick in her mind, torturing her with a future that she didn’t want
to comprehend; a future of emptiness.
     
    All she ever wanted was a family, a place to call
home. She felt that the Earth had slowly revoked those hopes and
dreams, her endearing optimism reversing into pessimism; fate took
over and there was no deviation from its destructive path.
     
    A brilliant streak of light fired up from the ground
toward the sky, a contrail of white heat trailing behind it as a
rocket full of men sped violently into space, penetrating the
darkness and disappearing.
     
    She felt a sadness ache in her bones as she watched
yet another group of prospectors leave the Earth in search of
monetary gain. She wondered how the other women of Earth who were
having similar fertility problems were coping. The precipitous drop
in fertility coinciding with interstellar travel was a well-known
phenomenon. Something had changed, evolved; humankind faced a new
threat, one they couldn’t control and refused to admit:
evolution.
     
    A loud crack of thunder shocked Veronica, causing her
to jump out of her seat. Her gaze shifted; there was something
unfamiliar in the sky and it was winding its way to the ground,
quickly.
     
    She concentrated on the phenomenon but couldn’t pick
out just what it was. As it drew nearer it became clear. A tornado
of light and wind touched down, it was not more than 30 yards away
and moving toward her at a blistering pace. It ripped the farmlands
in front of her house apart, sucking up corn stalks and other
debris into the vortex of light and wind.
     
    Veronica felt panic explode inside of her. She froze,
looking outward, trying to remember what to do when confronted with
a tornado. All of her training was lost in a memory fog. The light
and wind drew nearer as she fought her fear, racking her brain for
a solution.
     
    She ran, off her balcony, through her bedroom and
haphazardly down the staircase. She slipped and fell on the final
stair, tumbling across the wooden floor as she heard the wind
ripping outside, getting closer, getting louder. Her knees were
scraped and bleeding. The windows began to shake; debris from the
winds pelted the glass, cracking it like misfired BB’s.
     
    There was no time for fear. Veronica pushed herself
to her feet. At that moment a tree branch crashed through her
living room window, scattering shards of glass everywhere, some
into her skin as she began to bleed from her face and arms.
     
    Adrenaline pumped through her body numbing the pain
before it could even be realized by her frazzled nerves. She heard
a ripping sound, as if a crack of thunder emanated from inside her
house.
     
    She looked upward. Her ceiling began to splinter as
the force of the vortex pulled against it. Cracks began to trace
down her walls, meeting the floor, eventually splitting slabs of
sheetrock with ease; a loud, deafening, ripping sound overwhelmed
her senses. The top of her house began to shake loose, barely held
to the walls with nothing more than a few crooked nails.
     
    In awe she stared upward as she watched the roof of
her house violently rip into the vortex. Wind blew her tar black
hair into a frazzled mess; debris from the gusts smacking her face
and body, entering her mouth and eyes.
     
    She tried to run once more. She took one step, then
another, and as she took the third she was sucked violently into
the sky, the power of the vortex too intense to escape. Her body
was thrust upward into the center of the whirlwind and she began to
accelerate, a sonic book echoing behind her as she breached the
speed of sound.
     
    She looked out and over her town, through the clouds.
She felt nauseous as her fear of heights overcame her, watching the
Earth quickly disappear below.
     
    Veronica noticed her body getting warmer, a huge bulb
of light now visible above her. She looked to her side and noticed
that she had been sucked into space. The moon was bright