Chapter 3: Coming Fire
The brick streets shone the sun's rays back into the sky, giving them a colorful glaze. Most of the buildings in the town were worn out and old, some even abandoned and falling apart. The snow covered patches of the ground, as summer was coming to a beginning. The grass was yellow, and the dirt was hard. inhabitants of the small town of Newport carried out their day to day tasks, as the occasional daily robbery or murder would commence in the nearby neighborhood.
The moon had a graceful glimmering look on its surface, looking as if it were reaching out and grabbing their eyes. Cameron finished his bottle of water as he crushed it with the palm of his hand, tossing it into another area of the room. Finnis kept his eyes fixed on the moon, studying its rugged features closely, letting his mind wander off in thought. He was quickly snapped out of attention when he saw the light from the moon shimmer and distort.
Finnis kept his eye focused a few more seconds to see if he could catch the odd event happening again. To Finnis' disappointment, there was no reply to his curiosity.
I'm probably just- thought Finnis until Cameron interrupted him. "Alright bro, I'm heading to bed. Don't stay up too late, yeah?" Finnis waved his last comment away with his hands and then nodded. Cameron's footsteps were heard thudding down the hall, slowly fading, as the door to his room slammed shut. Finnis turned his head back to the moon outside of the window, admiring the stars, and the moon.
The moon flickered again, and when Finnis' eyes toggled it, it began to shimmer regularly. "What the hell?", muttered Finnis slowly, standing up off of the couch and looking out into the sky from the open window. His face began to numb from the instant night cold blasting his face. He pulled his head back in after the shimmering stopped. Finnis shook his head and fell back down on the couch, sliding over and taking up two seats, placing his feet up on his previous arm rest. Finnis rested his head on the alternative arm rest, closing his eyes, and began trying to sleep. He couldn't keep his mind off of the peculiar flickering and shimmering of the moon he had just witnessed, but none the less, fell asleep that night.
The sun broke the border of the planet, bursting into humanity's view, showing off it's beautiful sun rise. Finnis was returning to his senses, and could hear Cameron in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them. Finnis released a long groan and yawn as he stretched his arms and legs, straightening them and looking like a fallen stone statue on the couch. He then straightened his body, sitting upright and staring at Cameron's works of art. Cameron had always been gifted in the skill of cooking. He would always prepare meals for their parents.
Cameron turned while preparing the meal, facing Finnis and noticing him awake. "How late did you stay up?" looked at Finnis concerned. "I passed out about an hour after you." Finnis added to his statement, "I thought I saw something". "What?" Cameron asked him curiously. "I saw something, something was distorting the moon". Cameron waves away Finnis' words and replies, chuckling, "You were probably tired". Finnis sighed and nodded slowly, "You're most likely right".
The eggs sizzled, and cracked in the cast iron pan. Finnis could smell the beautiful aroma of the breakfast being prepared. Cameron would always add the most simple house-hold items to his artwork and make it the best of things. Finnis stood up from the couch after collaborating on all the events that had happened from yesterday to then. He wandered over to the kitchen counter, inspecting the meal being prepared. Finnis smiled at his brother and walked back over to the couch, waiting for the meal to be finished.
A couple of pots and pan were heard clattering in the kitchen, as Cameron brought two metal plates our from the kitchen, containing the contents of both of their breakfast. Finnis graciously took his plate, ignoring the fork that Cameron offered him, and began pick up and eat the eggs with his bare hands. Cameron shrugged, flinging the fork into the direction of the kitchen and miraculously landing a direct shot into the sink. Cameron began to start eating when Finnis started to talk with his mouth full, "Cameron". His big brother looked his way, waiting impatiently for a response so that he could eat. "You make the best eggs in the flippin world", continue Finnis. "I seriously hope you co-"
Finnis was cut off by a excruciatingly loud explosive noise from outside of their house. Pieces of wood and brick flew into their shack. Cameron attempted to get up and run as he was hit directly in the side of the head with a brick. "Cam!" screamed Finnis, trying to climb out of the wood rubble that had coated him like a blanket. A second explosion followed, as people could be heard screaming and seen running through the streets. Finnis recovered back onto his feet after the second explosion as a final burst of fire caused the roof to drop onto them. Finnis blacked out.