Time
& Time Again By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 11: Lack of Oxygen
Vash sat in an empty bar, asleep at the counter. A broken bottle lay at his feet, and a puddle of drool was forming near his mouth.
Vash was disturbed by the sounds of quick footsteps behind him. He sat up, reveling a round red spot on his left cheek. Wiping the saliva from his lips, Vash went to go investigate.
He heard the sounds of children laughing from out side, and decided to check there first.
There, in the middle of the road stood the two blond boys he had seen in the hotel, and on the roof.
Vash could not move. He was almost certain he had seen the two jump from the building.
The boys giggled, and ran down the street, and around a corner. Vash went after them.
When he came to the corner, Vash found the boys at a dead end, fighting.
Vash took a few steps closer, and could hear the two giggling. They were only playing.
One of the boys was pushed to the ground, and hit his head on the wall behind him. Vash began to come closer, but stopped, as he watched, and felt the fallen boy fill with rage.
The other boy giggled, laughing at his brother. Vash could only watch, something was telling him not to get too close.
Then, the fallen boy did something Vash would never have suspected. His right arm began to transform. Vash's eyes widened. He had to do something, but for some reason, he couldn't. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, nothing. He was useless.
Vash gazed upon the familiar weapon, and watched in, what appeared to him, to be slow motion, as it was fired. Vash tried to scream, but found no air could escape his lungs, he was suffocating.
The town crumbled, people ran for safety, but were caught in the deadly beam, despite their efforts.
Vash remained. He remained to watch the town be destroyed, to here the screams of men, women, and children, as their lives were claimed one by one. At last, Vash fell to his knees; this lack of oxygen was finally wearing him down.
He grabbed his throat, and gagged, but nothing more. Vash watched as one of the other boys approached him. The boy placed a hand on Vash's shoulder.
"Breathe Vash, breathe. Just breathe. Come on, breathe."
Vash watched as the world went dark.
& Time Again By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 11: Lack of Oxygen
Vash sat in an empty bar, asleep at the counter. A broken bottle lay at his feet, and a puddle of drool was forming near his mouth.
Vash was disturbed by the sounds of quick footsteps behind him. He sat up, reveling a round red spot on his left cheek. Wiping the saliva from his lips, Vash went to go investigate.
He heard the sounds of children laughing from out side, and decided to check there first.
There, in the middle of the road stood the two blond boys he had seen in the hotel, and on the roof.
Vash could not move. He was almost certain he had seen the two jump from the building.
The boys giggled, and ran down the street, and around a corner. Vash went after them.
When he came to the corner, Vash found the boys at a dead end, fighting.
Vash took a few steps closer, and could hear the two giggling. They were only playing.
One of the boys was pushed to the ground, and hit his head on the wall behind him. Vash began to come closer, but stopped, as he watched, and felt the fallen boy fill with rage.
The other boy giggled, laughing at his brother. Vash could only watch, something was telling him not to get too close.
Then, the fallen boy did something Vash would never have suspected. His right arm began to transform. Vash's eyes widened. He had to do something, but for some reason, he couldn't. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, nothing. He was useless.
Vash gazed upon the familiar weapon, and watched in, what appeared to him, to be slow motion, as it was fired. Vash tried to scream, but found no air could escape his lungs, he was suffocating.
The town crumbled, people ran for safety, but were caught in the deadly beam, despite their efforts.
Vash remained. He remained to watch the town be destroyed, to here the screams of men, women, and children, as their lives were claimed one by one. At last, Vash fell to his knees; this lack of oxygen was finally wearing him down.
He grabbed his throat, and gagged, but nothing more. Vash watched as one of the other boys approached him. The boy placed a hand on Vash's shoulder.
"Breathe Vash, breathe. Just breathe. Come on, breathe."
Vash watched as the world went dark.