Air.
I needed more air.
My lungs burned, chest heaving.
My mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish out of water.
Why?
I stumbled and my ankle was cut but I couldn't stop.
The person infront of me tugged, sweaty hand clinging to my own.
I never looked ahead. Never knew who was pulling.
My legs ached. When would we stop running?
When could we...
My attention was diverted.
The scenery was red but things looked normal.
Dylan..?
Our eyes locked as his head turned to watch me run by.
To watch us.
So many things said -- asked! -- in just that glance.
'Whats happening?"
"Why?"
"Help me!"
"Everything's ok."
Something exploded and the most beautiful music sounded.
It was peaceful, joyous.
It was the only noise.
Things were worse.
I could see people screaming.
People clawing at themselves. Trying to make whatever was causeing them pain go away.
Silent screams.
Something was on me and my vision was suddenly filled with a beautiful presence.
One to match the music that continued to play happily.
It was a man.
He had feather-like hair. Short and white.
He had a halo. Crooked and covering an eye.
His visable, orange eye, peirced through me and I didn't know what I though of this man.
His lips moved.
He said ...something?
Then there was a hand.
He pulled me out. Of the rubble.
To a doctor.
A familiar doctor.
A man who smiled at me with care as he pushed a hook on a string into a mans stomach.
He fished something out.
Something green.
It scared me.
What was it? What was happening?
Why?
What is that?!
Something shot out and doctor was down.
Blood was everywhere.
Why?
It hurt.
Why?
The music enveloped me.
Amazing.
Beautiful.
Music.
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I'm thinking about building something from it.
Dylan might help.
He wants to change it to make a story.
That will be a story.
This is my dream.
Owari~+
 Ookibuns · Fri Jul 08, 2005 @ 09:04am · 3 Comments |
