It's finally here. It's finally beginning. I could see the moment, the moment where I stand before the graves of the Titans.
The crash was somewhere nearby. It was loud, not like a bird: something heavier. I followed it to an alley. It was grimy and dirty, like looking at the ass-crack of this city. The green-freak apparently landed on a pile of old boxes and trash bags. He wasn't there though, not anymore, just blood and garbage. I thought I saw someone, I kicked it, shards flew. A mirror. I found two things: shattered pieces of a yellow communicator. And a trail of red leading away from it. My white rabbit.
The moon vanished from the sky completely, blocked by oppressive clouds. It's going to rain. It's going to rain hard.
The trail was erratic, sometimes it was thick, sometimes it was disjointed, and sometimes it skipped altogether. The freak crawled, flew, or limped a few feet away from the crash, and stopped in some alley far worse-looking than from where he'd been. He was bleeding badly. His breathing was worse. I flipped him over.
The bullet did a gruesome job. Midsection looked like something you would see in a modern art museum. He was drowning in red. Doubt that he'll be able to change anymore, but I had to make sure. I stomped on his leg. Then on the other. The crack gave me a familiar shudder, he cried in agony. He'll live though, for now.
"Whatever pain you're in right now, it's too good for you."
I saw horror in the green-freak's eyes. I smiled. He's probably thinking, why, why do this? I don't blame him, that's what I would do. He started crawling again, but this time towards me. He grabbed my leg, he begged. I grabbed him. I shoved my face to his.
"Don't worry,"
I let go, he met ground with a thud. He cried some more.
"It'll all be over soon. You and your friends, trust me, it'll all be over. But right now, it's all about you."
Figured I'd take my time, let the freak squirm a bit. Let him hope. I spotted a nearby manhole, and casually walked towards it. Set the lid aside, very heavy. The smell that escaped almost made me puke. I was looking into an abyss, a black void full of nothing. A mirror. Through the distant black, I could hear the sound of water gushing.
There was a flash, and the sky split with a crack. Then it rained, it rained hard.
All the blood was being washed away, the filth, everything. All but one. I returned to the company of my green guest, who was busy rolling around the wet concrete. What kind of host was I?
"It's begun. Say hello to your friends for me."
He tried to resist, but the only resist he could muster in that condition was no more threatening than a wet kitten. I knocked his lights out.
I pulled out my pistol.
It's finally here. It's finally beginning. I could see the moment, the moment where I stand before the graves of the Titans.
I pull the trigger. There was a flash, followed by a loud bang. I shot the clouds. The pistol smoked. Somewhere nearby, I could hear the screams of a woman, and then joined by others. Soon enough I hear the sirens. I smiled.
Even before the police came and found the boy, I was already gone. Disappeared into that abyss. That black void full of nothing, now closed by that heavy lid.
