New, or rather, old story time. From the hidden depth of my computer, er... laptop, comes a tale of some thoroughly disturbed individual, and it is a true sci-fi story. Don't know why, but I suddenly decided to start working on it, and now, I'm deciding to share it with you people.
--------------------------------Yet To Be Named
--------------------------------Adelle Clarence Werther
Fires scattered about, with the sound of shrieking people ringing loudly in my ears, and I decided to take refuge in a nearby alleyway I frequented, not that it would offer much protection against the slowly advancing flames, but if I was going to die, I would prefer to do it in a place I find to be quite comfortable, though in truth, there was little to fear from my position, as the inferno approached more sluggishly than most people who were running frantically with fear in their faces seemed to notice. They were all idiots anyways. Always discussing the most arbitrary subjects with callous disregard for those who truly reserved the right to complain about that which they did not possess, namely the necessities of food, water, shelter, and to a rather noticeable extent, the opportunity to discuss that which the others were only a few hours ago were conversing about. Also that of being alive, as many people would probably prefer to not have died. Regardless of what transpired around me, its effect would be ephemeral, as it would eventually, inevitably, pass, with nothing but a scorch mark on the ground’s surface, though remaining in this literal hell would probably result in my death, which didn’t care to end just yet.
The buildings began to collapse upon themselves, effectively becoming their own downfall, and they created craters in the burning cement, warmed by the proximity of the flames and the fact that the sewers, which contained liquids that were quite flammable, were underneath the city streets, fueling the already expanding fires all throughout the city. Window panes across the street melted and were crushed by the fall of the support beams distributed among the skyscrapers that pierced the heavens with their lavish display of plainness and simplicity that inspired little other than a desire for the day to end shortly so one may return to their abode to go rest and relax and do nothing in general as the sun fell over the mountains and the moon greeted us with its casual, pleasant embrace of darkness and calmness that so soothes me in the nighttime when I’m lying in the alleyways, sheltered by nothing but a thin sheet of an outdated newspaper that I had long since finished. It wasn’t particularly entertaining as it was irrelevant when considering recent events, as the teachers’ union strike would no longer be of any importance now that the schools were burnt to a nice crisp. I never went anyways. Didn’t need it. I used something better to learn everything about the world outside me, making me significantly more intelligent than the general scum that could be found on a walk in the park, with their juvenile humor and their supposedly delicate minds. Children are not so innocent, as many people believe them to be. Little separates them from the filth who spawned them, though, as always, a few exceptions can be found if one looks hard enough.
The fire came too near for my taste, so I decided to abandon my usual resting spot, bidding it farewell as I turned my back on it, and began walking in the direction opposite the warmth, into the equally desolate, ravaged streets that had been trampled on a moment ago. Few residents continued to make their way through the barren roads, though they clearly did not know where to go in case of an emergency, which, as I heard, could either be the airport or the train station or the space station or any of the other stations that could be traveled to in times like these. Having had enough of the day to day rabble of the populace of this insipid planet, I resolved to leave the whole damn place entirely, maybe get a fresh start where the average citizen didn’t have the intelligence of a dead horse. As such, the space station was my only reasonable option, though probably I’d have to sneak on board since I didn’t usually carry my identification papers with me anymore, what with being homeless and all. Quite pointless really, but that’s what happens when dead people forget to pay their bills.
The station would take quite some time to walk to, so as I walked I scanned the area for any mode of convenient transportation, such as a motorcycle, but the only one I managed to find was a gunmetal grey Kawasaki ZX-7RR model that had been tied quite meticulously to a traffic light, with a teal ticket taped to the handlebars, though why someone used a thread rope instead of a bike lock or something more modern confounded me. Luckily, I carried a knife with me, in case I ever needed to mug anyone or defend myself, and I sliced the rope, fraying the edges and untangling the thread. I kicked the old-fashioned rope aside and removed the oddly colored ticket, crumbling it and tossing it to the street as I took my position on the motorcycle. With the keys still in the motorcycle, another strange occurrence, that of a person cowering in fear as opposed to running away from a portion of a building that was clearly about to collapse, happened on a street that was visible from my present position, but quite aways away from me, and I, not seeing a reason to do otherwise, decided to simply ignore the person in mortal peril and simply drive off, but something, some strange, yet strong, inclination, forced me to make a backward glance, back at the girl, and I quickly leaned to the right and executed a swift turn and immediately twisted the handlebars to increase my speed. I didn’t understand why, but something made me want to rescue her. Far be it from me to question myself.
The rubber tires rotated at a constant speed until they came into contact with a strange substance that appeared to be leaking from an unknown source from within the building to my right, and this contact resulted in the tires separating themselves from the warm cement beneath it and force their movements o become more haphazard and generally uncontrollable, and I, preferring not to be injured in such a manner, attempted to propel myself from the vehicle, though the end result proved to be less than successful, as my face came into contact with the pavement below and I received a decent injury to the head. I could see trails of blood slithering from my head, though the impact made me lose my sense, and that connection was beyond my grasp. I felt an intense pain, and everything seemed blurred and hazy. I retained the capacity for movement, but the pain and confusion disabled me. I noticed a glowing red light, twisting and morphing its shape as steadily approached me, bringing with it its bountiful supply of warmth, though I, with my general distaste for heat, responded with discomfort, which grew once my mind made the connection that the light was actually fire. Using my right hand, I weakly pushed myself away from the oncoming flames, but my pace proved much too slow to be able to gain an adequate amount of distance from the advancing fire.
Then suddenly, through no force of my own, I felt pressure around my shoulders and hands pierced through the holes between my arms and the rest of my body. It lifted me upward slightly, and shortly after I found head parted from the ground, the force began dragging me across the bumpy road, quickly, but not too quickly, as evidently whatever dragged me recognized the burns and scrapes that could be produced by travelling too quickly, though the injuries I suffered previously should have been enough to convince whatever it was that simply arriving at a safe location would be good enough. The intensity of the pain lessened as the endorphins began to take effect, and the clarity of my mind increased, though not significantly, and I managed to obtain a better grasp of my surroundings, yet the mysterious force remained obscured behind the back of my head.
My face continued to feel wet from the blood that flowed from various regions on my face, and I could feel the red liquid slowly making its way down my cheeks and onto my neck, eventually leading to the rest of my body, which was in a better condition due to the full force of the impact having been to my head, and I felt fortunate that the liquid managed to slow the vehicle somewhat before my management of it rapidly deteriorated into a frantic scrambling for finding a good position to leap off. I realized then that the only bad way to have leapt off was the manner in which I did, as injuring anything else would do little but create an annoyance as I made my way to safety. Leaping head first downward is never a good idea, in any circumstance. This I learned, though I wished that the whole fiasco had been avoided in the first place, and, after recalling why I changed direction in the first place, I cursed that stranger who sat helplessly just a few moments ago and hoped she died after being crushed by a random piece of falling debris, though considering my recent luck, that probably didn’t occur.
Finally, after a rather unfortunate time of small, sharp pebbles piercing my skin, and scratching my back, movement finally ceased and the pressure lessened as I was propped against a nearby wall, and I experienced the misfortune of having a foreign piece of cloth forced onto my face, with the smell of blood fading slightly due to familiarity, and the blood latched to my neck and seeping through my shirt was also cleaned up, though now the cloth was much too wet with blood to be used again. The blood continued to flow, however, and I felt myself quickly fighting a losing battle to remain conscious, which, considering it a direct result of blood loss, seemed to suggest that death was imminent, and again I cursed myself for deciding to stray from the path I planned beforehand, as well as towards the mystery girl again.
Unfortunately, before everything fazed into darkness and nothingness, I glanced leftward, and studied my caretaker meticulously, and found her to be the very same person I had intended to rescue earlier, and yet again, I was filled with disdain for myself for taking my little “detour” out of the city and off of the planet. When she realized that she was in no danger of being crushed so long as she moved to avoid it, I knew not, but apparently she reacted with ample time to rescue me from the inferno before the building collapsed and rained pieces of itself down upon the frightened, idiotic populace below, who seemed to do nothing more than frantically run about in circular patterns as opposed to simply resolving on a direction and hurrying along that general path until the time came to divert oneself. I turned my head away from my caretaker in disgust, though I lacked the functioning to display this properly, and occupied my remaining time among the aware watching the flames dance back and forth in every direction with no regard for what havoc they wrought or what came out as nothing more than a black reminder of what occurred. Concerning my caretaker at the moment, however, my last thoughts before drifting off were essentially, “I still wish you had died.”
I know the paragraphs are long, but this story, which has several hundred pages so far, and I'm in the process of reviewing and slightly editing, focuses heavily on every characters different thought processes. Most other characters have significantly shorter paragraphs and manners of speaking.
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