Daniel X takes on the wildest threat the world has ever seen—someone whose craving for fame could destroy the planet!
All's quiet in the small town of Holliswood. Television sets, computers, and portable devices are aglow in every home, classroom, and store. Yet not all is perfect. Evil is lurking, just out of sight, behind the screen.
Residing in this sleepy town is a villain with more ambition than the world can withstand. Twisted beyond reason, he is dead set on throwing Holliswood into chaos and documenting the destruction of every person in it, including Daniel X.
The only person who can stop this made-for-TV tyrant, Daniel must use his extraordinary power to save the town. But this devilish director has assembled an all-star team of his own creation and vows to stage the most spectacular finale the world has ever seen. Can Daniel X stop this deranged outlaw—or will he find himself on the cutting room floor?
Part One | ACTUALLY, ALIENS SHOULD FEAR THE REAPER
HIS STENCH WAS bad outside, but that was nothing compared to how it was in the diner. This guy made low tide smell like Obsession for Men.
I must have missed him by just a matter of minutes—the scraps of moist membrane rotting in the booth where he'd been sitting hadn't even skinned over—but he and his henchbeasts had gotten away while the getting was still good.
Unfortunately, with these higher-up-The-List baddies, I was discovering a trend: they often seemed to know I was coming. I guess I should be flattered that they didn't want to run into me, but it was more than a little frustrating to keep bringing my A-game only to find nobody to play with.
Well, almost nobody. They'd left behind a waitress.
She was in no shape to play, though. The poor girl was collapsed like a rag doll on the floor next to the counter. Her burnt-out face reminded me of a kid's toy you might have tried to run on a car battery rather than AAAs.
The name stitched on the pocket of her calico uniform was Judy Blue Eyes, and, you guessed it, her eyes were the kind of clear blue a guy could look into and see the promise of the whole world.
A human guy, I mean. For me, the promise of the whole world was usually a great deal darker.
"Hey, Judy. You okay?"
"Nnnn," she said, consciousness slowly percolating back.
I helped her into a booth and gave her a glass of water.
"Wh-wh'appen?" she stuttered.
"Food fight," I said, only it was far worse than that. Smashed china plates, syrup and salt caked on the walls, soda dripping from the tabletops, empty jelly packets stuck to the seats, ketchup and mayo on the jukeboxes, Promise spread splattered on the ceiling, slicks of alien slime pooled everywhere like a sticky mix of spilled honey and coffee.
"Oh gosh," she said, struggling to sit up and take it all in. "I'm so-o fired."
"Nah," I said. "I can give you a hand." And then, like somebody had pressed the x8 button on my remote, I zipped around with a broom, a mop, a couple bottles of Windex, and a dozen dishrags and had the place spickand-span in no time, literally.
"Man, I'm really out of it," said Judy as I returned to her now-gleaming booth. "I mean, did you just clean all that up in, like, ten seconds?"
Man, was she cute. I was trying to think of something clever to say back, but I had this weird—though not totally unpleasant—tightness in my chest, and all I could manage was this really lame giggle.
Must be an alien thing.
Copyright © 2009 by James Patterson
Milo Ventimiglia stars in the hit NBC show Heroes and previously starred in Gilmore Girls. His films include Gamer alongside Gerard Butler (300), and Armored with Laurence Fishburne.