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Sep. 5th, 2012
In Remembrance of Things Forgotten
Sep. 5th, 2012 11:46 pmModern, polished and brimming with industrial brilliance, the buildings facing one another reflected modernity and globalization each with grander pomp than the next through their mirrored facades. Upon closer examination one could muse that they reflected nothing but one person's virtue built on the backs of vice. Yet, the moon shone in their fancy exteriors and even waved as if it was reflected upon water itself.
No. Wait. Eyes would squint and grow wide as they tried to understand what they were seeing, but then it'd be too late. It was the building, it was waving and undulating, the walls churning like a tsunami of glass and metal. As if each molecule was a domino the pristine building toppled into a torrent of destruction, the glass bulged out like a plastic bottle of soda that has been shaken too long, a haze of light appearing in the middle before the whole thing exploded sending a deep metallic groan and a cacophony of crumbling glass spraying out like bastardized IED. Half glass buildings stood mangled and torn, they jagged edges pointy like feral teeth toward the sky.
From the eye of this storm Eva was thrown out, tossed so hard as if she had pissed off gravity. It felt like her brain nearly exploded out the back of her skull when she hit the opposing wall and was thrown on the ground. Her nose was bleeding and there was blood coming from her ear but she fancied that the least of her problems. The light in the middle of the explosion withdrew and was gone. Adrenaline pulsed through her body as she shot up, groaning, but shot up, her gun drawn quickly and pointing back at the light--a rift. Yes, a rift in the space-time continuum, but it was gone. Eva's eyes darted around. A light wind toyed with her hair and was gone. She spied modern, polished buildings brimming with industrial brilliance and reflecting modernity and globalization with pomp and grander. The apocalyptic mess of twisted metal and broken glass was gone and only those like her might realize that what they had seen was a window into the past, no future, neither of which happened, or at least not yet. But that didn't matter.
Her eyes and gun were fixated on the rift that she had closed from the other side (causing the real explosion of the buildings then) for only a moment before her lips turned down.
Why the hell am I standing here? Confused, she looked around. How did I... She rubbed the back of her and felt the sticky wetness make a mess of her hair. More blood. Rift, right. But what caused her to run through it? Eva squinted trying to search her mind. Nothing. An uneasy noxious feeling clawed at her stomach for a moment.
Holsting her gun, she began brushing the dirt off her pants before something on the palm of her hands caught her attention. Bringing her hands up she slowly unraveled them like wilted flowers, her eyes widening as she looked down at the words furiously scribbled on her palms:
KEEP RUNNING!!
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No. Wait. Eyes would squint and grow wide as they tried to understand what they were seeing, but then it'd be too late. It was the building, it was waving and undulating, the walls churning like a tsunami of glass and metal. As if each molecule was a domino the pristine building toppled into a torrent of destruction, the glass bulged out like a plastic bottle of soda that has been shaken too long, a haze of light appearing in the middle before the whole thing exploded sending a deep metallic groan and a cacophony of crumbling glass spraying out like bastardized IED. Half glass buildings stood mangled and torn, they jagged edges pointy like feral teeth toward the sky.
From the eye of this storm Eva was thrown out, tossed so hard as if she had pissed off gravity. It felt like her brain nearly exploded out the back of her skull when she hit the opposing wall and was thrown on the ground. Her nose was bleeding and there was blood coming from her ear but she fancied that the least of her problems. The light in the middle of the explosion withdrew and was gone. Adrenaline pulsed through her body as she shot up, groaning, but shot up, her gun drawn quickly and pointing back at the light--a rift. Yes, a rift in the space-time continuum, but it was gone. Eva's eyes darted around. A light wind toyed with her hair and was gone. She spied modern, polished buildings brimming with industrial brilliance and reflecting modernity and globalization with pomp and grander. The apocalyptic mess of twisted metal and broken glass was gone and only those like her might realize that what they had seen was a window into the past, no future, neither of which happened, or at least not yet. But that didn't matter.
Her eyes and gun were fixated on the rift that she had closed from the other side (causing the real explosion of the buildings then) for only a moment before her lips turned down.
Why the hell am I standing here? Confused, she looked around. How did I... She rubbed the back of her and felt the sticky wetness make a mess of her hair. More blood. Rift, right. But what caused her to run through it? Eva squinted trying to search her mind. Nothing. An uneasy noxious feeling clawed at her stomach for a moment.
Holsting her gun, she began brushing the dirt off her pants before something on the palm of her hands caught her attention. Bringing her hands up she slowly unraveled them like wilted flowers, her eyes widening as she looked down at the words furiously scribbled on her palms:
KEEP RUNNING!!
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