akasun
It reached into your bones, through your muscles, until you could feel it in your core. Not a pure darkness, but black all the same, slow-moving, like sludge, thick and patient. It was the last thing you would ever feel, and that made it all the worse. It was a plague.
They call themselves angels and I don't know what to believe anymore. Can't trust them, not yet anyway. Who knows what they might do to me. I can't stand the incessant ticking of that clock that refuses to move, the constant whispers in my ear, the ringing noises. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just don't know.
One breath in, not a deep breath, not a sigh, just a normal breath. Cold air swirled into his lungs, and then back out again. A smile widened on his face, or more of a smirk. Teeth showed, white and sharp. The time had come to hunt.
Rin picked up one of the magazines off the table in the waiting room. She hadn't expected to be there for so long, and was quickly becoming bored. She now saw why Soren didn't usually accompany Echo. Coughing people surrounded her, some worse than others, and a few people with... more serious issues. Hospitals disgusted her. She hated being there. She worried about Echo being there.
Sighing, she started to flip through the pages, trying to find contentment in waiting and reading.
I didn't know why we'd been chosen to patrol the site. I mean, out of all the possible people to do it, why us? We were barely trained, we didn't have a clue what we were doing. We'd be killed without a chance if something actually were to happen. I sighed and shouldered my sword, standing up. No choice now.
I watched him as he smiled at me, and I let the tears fall. He couldn't give me what I needed, couldn't make me happy? Well this surely wasn't helping. I knew that we'd still be friends after all this, that because of previous events, we wouldn't be able to truly separate for a long time, but just knowing that he no longer loved me that way, no longer wanted me... It hurt more than anything else ever had.
It was a wasteland. I couldn't believe that just a few hours ago, people had been living here, children had been playing here. The thought made me sick. To think that there would be a third World War had not occurred to me a few days ago. The smoke rose up around me and I heard the warning alarms and loudspeakers in the distance. Planes roared over, from the opposing side, very close, and spread the dust and smoke for just a second.
That second was enough to see for miles around. There was nothing left. Nothing at all.
I dropped to my knees then, overwhelmed with hopelessness. And I had always wanted to experience something like this, a major disaster. I regretted it now. More than anything, I regretted it.
The only evidence that the dog had had an owner was that small red bandana around its neck, with a scrap of paper attached to it. "Please keep me. I have nowhere else to go." I sighed. Another dog was a bit much, but I had a feeling it would work out fine, and I smiled at the bull terrier, opening my door.
"Well then, welcome home."
The storm was raging, one of the most severe there had been in this area for years. A high, squealing noise is swept away by the wind, and thunder booms nearby. The sky lights up several times as lightning strikes, so close you could almost feel it. The squealing noise had come from a wild kitten, shaking with fear under a tree, calling for its mother. She wouldn't come.
The wolf was trotting back to the den. She had to feed her pups and keep them from wandering out into the rain. She heard a frightened squeal, and thinking it sounded like her pups, ran toward it. Upon arriving at the noise's source, she realized that the young animal was not even of the same species. Looking about for its mother, and not seeing it, she looked back at the kitten, shivering and soaked. Her gut told her it was right, but she knew it was wrong. She picked the tiny, shivering baby up in her mouth, gently, heading for home. She'd let it go after the rain had stopped.
"Everything is connected." I whispered as I gently touched the silvery wings of the dragonfly that had landed on my arm. It twitched it's head to one side, and then flew off. "In a place like this, it's easy to see." I looked around at the trees, tall and deep green. Birds sang their songs off in the woods a little farther than I could see. This was a place where danger was almost non-existent. I leaned back and put my hands on the sand, listening to the sound of the waves crashing a few feet in front of me, letting the water touch my toes. Feeling a part of everything.
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