In Remembrance of Things Forgotten
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thefuturepastModern, 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!!
Eva's eyes flew up and she gasped like a fish out of water, reeling back in shock as her hand fumbled for her gun. "Keep running, keep running, keep running..." She whispered urgently to herself her eyes frozen on the thing before her, the thing that hid in the folds, the thing that hid in the silence. Eva swallowed thickly, not knowing what she was looking at but knowing, vaguely, that she had seen it before. A few times. And each time, when she turned away...she forgot everything she saw.
"Keep running, keep running.... what, what are you?" It said nothing. "Keeping running," She repeated like a captured soldier repeats his name and rank when resisting interrogation. It said nothing but began raising its finger. That was bad. She instinctively fired off a round and it buckled for a moment. "Keep running. Evelyn...." She took a few quick steps back away from the monster and then another few and more, "Just. Keep. Running." Over and over again she said it. And then, unfurling her hands in front of her face, she ran.... until she wasn't looking at it anymore.
Her hands were blocking her face. Wait, why was she running? Huh, there was something written on her palms: KEEP RUNNING!!
Why would she write that? She remembered writing it though which was good enough for her. Evelyn did not stop, she did not pause and she did not rest until her body cried for mercy as it healed.
Gasping for air, Eva stopped when her lungs refused to pump any more air and coughed instead until her eyes watered. She was supposed to keeping running.
Keep running. Yes. But why? Leaning against the building, she huffed and puffed and growled out in frustration trying to recall anything unusual in the last hour, except a building explosion that never happened--yet, and the ominous words written hastily on her palm. Something was wrong. She could feel it. Something that made her skin crawl, something that was just there, just out of reach. Something, thanks to a Doctor that she'd never met, was only beginning to register but not quickly enough.
Keep running. She was about to sprint off against her body's better judgment until she felt the zap of something in her body. Evelyn yelled out and fell to the ground as her body jolted against the feeling. Blinking weakly, she looked through her hair to an expertly polished shoe but could only follow it half way. It was enough.
"Who. Are. You?" Her slow broken voice demanded. "And why can't I---remember when..." The thing moved away toward the periphery.
What am I doing on the ground? Oh, ow. Ow. "Keep...Run..Running." But she couldn't even move.
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!!
Eva's eyes flew up and she gasped like a fish out of water, reeling back in shock as her hand fumbled for her gun. "Keep running, keep running, keep running..." She whispered urgently to herself her eyes frozen on the thing before her, the thing that hid in the folds, the thing that hid in the silence. Eva swallowed thickly, not knowing what she was looking at but knowing, vaguely, that she had seen it before. A few times. And each time, when she turned away...she forgot everything she saw.
"Keep running, keep running.... what, what are you?" It said nothing. "Keeping running," She repeated like a captured soldier repeats his name and rank when resisting interrogation. It said nothing but began raising its finger. That was bad. She instinctively fired off a round and it buckled for a moment. "Keep running. Evelyn...." She took a few quick steps back away from the monster and then another few and more, "Just. Keep. Running." Over and over again she said it. And then, unfurling her hands in front of her face, she ran.... until she wasn't looking at it anymore.
Her hands were blocking her face. Wait, why was she running? Huh, there was something written on her palms: KEEP RUNNING!!
Why would she write that? She remembered writing it though which was good enough for her. Evelyn did not stop, she did not pause and she did not rest until her body cried for mercy as it healed.
Gasping for air, Eva stopped when her lungs refused to pump any more air and coughed instead until her eyes watered. She was supposed to keeping running.
Keep running. Yes. But why? Leaning against the building, she huffed and puffed and growled out in frustration trying to recall anything unusual in the last hour, except a building explosion that never happened--yet, and the ominous words written hastily on her palm. Something was wrong. She could feel it. Something that made her skin crawl, something that was just there, just out of reach. Something, thanks to a Doctor that she'd never met, was only beginning to register but not quickly enough.
Keep running. She was about to sprint off against her body's better judgment until she felt the zap of something in her body. Evelyn yelled out and fell to the ground as her body jolted against the feeling. Blinking weakly, she looked through her hair to an expertly polished shoe but could only follow it half way. It was enough.
"Who. Are. You?" Her slow broken voice demanded. "And why can't I---remember when..." The thing moved away toward the periphery.
What am I doing on the ground? Oh, ow. Ow. "Keep...Run..Running." But she couldn't even move.
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