The Future Past [Intro on Original Sin]

"No!" The yell is heard before the woman is seen. It's like there's a thinning between the worlds, where the veil of stars and time is lifted like a gossamer web to give way to the voices of the future. No. The screams of the future. Those horrible voices yelling for help and prayers with voices gurgling with blood. There's more to the ripping sound as the enemy tears through thick flesh, breaking sacred skin to get to the solid foundation of bone. But these are only whispers. Like the stars in the sky, those glorious luminous beings twinkle at us from a future where they are already dead.

But sometimes, the dead fall through the cracks of time in order to be remembered. A flash of celestial light cracks through the air, followed by such a sweeping of howling wind--the cries of the fallen covered over by time. And then there's a woman, her body lies on the ground, deeply wounded, shrapnel and star-shaped bullets buried in her side. Each time she breathes, blood seeped through the holes of this hollow star shaped bullet like a sieve, and while that wound will be stemmed with time, it appears that she's running out of it before being given a chance. Her eyes flutter open like butterfly wings to see the world around her. In and out she floats between the past and the future, her tactical clothes holding together her mangled body. On her wrist there seems to be a leather band, maybe a watch? Maybe not.

She manages to flip onto her back, gun drawn up--not giving up without a fight, never without a fight--as she aims into the void she fell out of. Bam! Bam! Bam! She fires at the alien being reaching out to her through time and space, the laser bullets vanishing into the void along with the thing, which is turning into the misty reminder that there was something there--maybe--that vanished with the fog. Her head is the first to tilt to the side, eyes wide open and her raspy breath begging for life in a city that takes it on a daily basis.

Her arm unwillingly drops to the side and the gun falls away with a clatter. She looks up at the sky and for the first time, hot tears spill over the side of her eyes as the woman cries for the loss of her people. Dead. Like those stars, in a future past.