Ancestral *NaNoWriMo Entry*

This science fiction novel will be set among a variety of post-apocalytic/future worlds where the protagonist Charlie is trying to find the origins of his home and existence. In each world Charlie takes on a different form. In each chapter, Charlie meets his nemisis 'C'. C is determined to kill Charlie, but why? In each world the mysterious ancestral symbol appears to confuse and tantalise Charlie (and the reader). Will Charlie survive? Why is C trying to kill him? Can one exist without the other?
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1. Prologue

Now, explaining one's evil intentions to someone who is a binary opposite as you may put it is incredibly hard. So hard infact that C just gave up. He tried so very hard to express his hatred of his doppelgänger but it just didn't seem to be able to fit inside that thick skull the boy, Al, had. C stuffed his hands into his jeans and scowled. Most humans were this stupid he had found. Few were the exception of course like Albert Einstein and Beethoven etcetera but they were all dead so, unfortunately, they didn't count. Also, they didn't seem to understand Charlie's name. Apparently he didn't strike them as a Charlie. C really didn't care.

“For the last time you imbecile I just want to find McDonalds!” C said in exasperation.

“Oh, you mean McDonalds McDonalds? I mustn't have heard you properly,” Al laughed. “It’s just down the road. 21 Shopping Way.”

C could've grabbed a pole and ripped it out of the ground and bashed Al over the head with it. He'd been having a very un-stimulating conversation for half an hour for an answer as simple as 'down the road'. “Thankyou...Al.” C shoved past him and wandered on his way. Every day C wondered how he, with such a high intellect and calibre, could be of the same race as all these Numpties. Technically Numpties wasn't even a word, but C liked to think that he knew things that other people didn't. Basically, he liked feeling higher than everyone else. More powerful.

The whole thing of doppelgängers had confused him at first. Really it was humanely impossible since everyone, genetically, had to be different in some way. Then acceptance had finally over-ridden all logic and C was left open to anything from the supernatural to extra-terrestrial.

McDonalds was too…too…humane. C hated humans. They really bothered him. C grimaced at all the people scoffing down burgers and fries. That was really repulsive.

“Can I help you?” a teenager working at the counter asked.

“Yeah. Just a coke and small fries thanks.”

The teenager punched in a few numbers into the cash register and then wandered off to place the order. C waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

“For the love of all things patient! Where is my order?” C sighed impatiently. Being evil really had a tight schedule that must be followed or else disorganisation.

A young lady came rushing over, dumped a brown paper bag on the counter in front of him and sped off in the opposite direction. C cautiously opened the bag and sniffed. If anything the only thing that made up for the human race’s stupidity was their fast food. Fact one: in C’s world hypocrisy didn’t exist.

People stared at him as he sat down in a nearby chair. He wasn’t that scary was he? C had to admit that his black jacket and angry scowl might give off the wrong impression but, deep down, C was a really caring guy. C finished off his fries and chucked the waste in the bin before grabbing his car keys out of his pocket and opening the door of black Lancer, which he’d parked across the road. With the quiet whirr of the engine he dialled home. His mum picked up the phone.

“Hello, it’s Nancy Wilson speaking,” his mum said.

“Hi. Mum. It’s Charlie.” In every new body C had trouble remembering that his parents changed. “I won’t be home for dinner.”

“Oh. That’s fine. Off with some friends?”

“Yeah…that’s right.”

“Have fun. Bye.”

“Bye.” C pulled out of the parking lot and smiled. If things were going to go the way he’d hoped this was going to be the best day ever. He checked the rear view mirror traffic then shrugged. Who cares about safety anymore? It doesn’t exist when you go dimension jumping. “C,” C said to no one in particular. “You’d better watch out.”



The boy woke to find the whole world decaying around him. It wasn't what one would like to open your eyes to but it was comforting to know that you were, in fact, still on firm ground with air to breathe and things to see. Bitter air brushed across his cheek as he stood and stared around himself. It was very cold as you might expect from a post-apocalyptic world but the boy just felt like something was missing. He treaded carefully towards his window and peered outside. What greeted his eyes was a desolate, crumbling world that was devoid of a lot of things. Namely, other humans. He quickly gathered together his bag and some spare clothes. Then he changed from his pyjamas and into a red T-shirt, jeans and some sneakers. Now, an apocalypse might be described as terrifying, horrifying or even awe-inspiring. The boy felt none of these things. He just wanted to find that missing thing. Humanity. The boy couldn't believe that he was the last human. Not on Earth, perhaps but anywhere. In time or space there just had be others and he was going to find them (or that's what he kept telling himself anyway). The boy trudged down-stairs and poured himself some milk. There was barely any food left so he'd gotten used to scavenging what he could. The milk tasted a bit stale and had a slight solid feel to it but, overall, it was still edible and he gulped the rest down.

“Damn not another one!” the boy said when he dropped the glass. He left the shattered remnants lying there as he headed out the door. Responsibility tended not to be on his agenda when the world was collapsing. Ah, Apocalypses don't you just love them?

“Where's the key?” The boy fumbled around and then produced a small, bent key, turned it in the lock of the door and went outside. The fires had given the icy wind a slight warmth but it was barely enough to keep him warm. A stray beam from one of the burning houses fell dangerously close to the boy and he cursed as it scraped his leg. After inspection the boy concluded he'd just bleed for a while until it hurt too much to move anymore. For a while the boy just wandered since there was nothing else to do. No school or sport or family fun nights. He missed school. Really he missed a lot of things ranging from annoying toddlers to tree huggers.

Something dropped beside him. The boy bent down and picked it up. The object felt small and smooth New things were so rare in his life that the boy had begun to think they were extinct. Despite his sore leg the boy managed to place it back where it had originally fallen. The boy didn't want to ruin it. There are some things you just can't touch for fear of permanently damaging them.

“Where's Dad when you need him? He'd know what this is.” The boy's dad, a man called Geoff, had been an archaeologist so he specialised in the unknown. But, like all the other humans he'd just disappeared one morning, leaving the boy on his own. Then the forests and lakes had begun to disintegrate, which were quickly followed by all plant and animal life. “And I wish my damn leg would stop hurting,” the boy added as an afterthought.

The boy sat down on a spare piece of rubble and gently rubbed his finger over the wound. It didn't have any blood on it, which meant the wound was healing. Thankfully he didn't have to use what little medical supplies he had. Ever since the fires had burnt up most of the bandages and ointments he’d had to make sure nothing else got destroyed. A little light flashed out of the corner of his eye. The boy turned and set his eyes on that small object that had just so happened to appear to him before. It glowed again. The boy knelt down on his good knee and picked it up. Once in his hand he could see it was a stone of some sort. “What are you?” the boy asked himself quietly.

Around him to city was burning up and the air was filled with isolated loneliness but the boy ignored all that. He just wanted to know what this stone was. For once he was completely wrapped in something other than depression and loneliness. He stole a quick glance back at his house and when he turned back all he could see was darkness. The boy yelled out in exclamation. It was as if the walls of this place were caving in and trying to squash him. With outstretched arms to protect himself the boy realised he wasn't in the street anymore. Slowly lowering his arms the boy gazed at the silent blackness that had enveloped him. Small specks of stars and bursts of light flashed here and there. The air was warmer and more comforting. Reaching into his backpack the boy produced a torch. It didn't turn on. With a sudden jerk the boy was shoved forward. He sprawled out onto the ground to try and stop himself from falling any further. Another jerk almost sent him toppling again but he hung on for dear life. Yet another jerk almost ripped his arm off. The boy saw something tumbling away from him. Further and further away. What was it? His bag! He'd taken it off. The boy clenched his teeth together to stop a swearword from escaping. He clawed to try and reach it however the bag was too far away. The boy turned over so his back was lying on the cool, smoky darkness and his face was pointing toward the multitude of lights above. Where was he?

As if to empathise with his distress the darkness seemed to lift like a huge blanket. Bit by bit the boy could begin to make out shapes. Weird and wonderful things that he hadn't ever seen before. An actual city and trees and animals...but no humans. The boy scrambled to his feet and shook himself.

“You're being silly,” the boy told himself. “You're being silly.”

And then he took a step forward and embraced the oncoming light. It covered him and shone into his eyes so brightly that he thought they were going to spontaneously combust. When he strode out of the light he was somewhere else. Not where he'd been. Not where he'd hoped. Where ever he was just as devoid of humans. Then, with a sinking heart, the boy set off to try and find a way home. But before he walked any further he stopped and turned back. Where he had come from had disappeared. Vanished. Like everyone else. The boy set his eyes ahead of him. Then a giant, sharp pain exploded in his chest as he fell forward and

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