A knock came at the door a couple hours after they had finally settled down.
"Roger?" Daustan whispered into the bedroom as he slowly opened the door.
Roger Smith sat up as Dorothy rolled to her left side, pulling the blanket with her to cover her naked body. She slept on, and Roger didn't want to awaken her. At the sight of the woman next to Roger in bed, Daustan felt immediately embarrassed.
"Oh, sorry Roger!" he whispered. "I didn't know..."
"It's ok Dan." Roger whispered in reply as he slipped a pair of pants on from underneath the covers.
He pulled a white shirt over his head and quickly laced up some sneakers. Roger kissed Dorothy's cheek before quickly striding across the room.
"I think I should let her sleep." he said as he shut the door behind him.
"So you and Dorothy, eh?" Daustan said with a chuckle. "Who'da thunk?"
Roger sighed as the woman he loved grew further and further away from him.
'Back to work we go.' Roger thought with a yawn of exhaustion.
He stopped short and let out a gasp as he got a look out the window. All the people who had been sleeping near that window all began scurrying to a safer place as they screamed. The ground began to shake with fury.
Daustan's eyes widened.
"Dear God in Heaven..."
...Dorothy's thoughts were clouded by sweet dreams. Suddenly, her soft clouds of solitude brought her to a nightmare.
There she stood alone in the morgue she and Roger had found not forty-eight hours ago. None of the drawers were open and fear coursed through her veins, but something told Dorothy to walk on into the darkness.
The florescent lights above began turning on as she walked under them. The silhouette of a woman began forming in the distance, standing in the aisle between the walls of drawers. As more of the lights turned on, Dorothy called out, but there was no sound.
Dorothy then saw the woman get on her knees and open one of the bottom drawers. Pain began erupting within Dorothy's skin like electric shocks, and she fell as the pain became too intense.
She opened her eyes again only to find that she was in darkness. It only lasted for a moment, for she was pulled from the darkness to look up at a woman. The light above them finally switched on and Angel's face looked down at her. Dorothy would have screamed, but found that she could not move her body, and every time she tried to speak, she could make no sound.
Dorothy discovered that she was the one in the drawer. As crimson tears fell down her cheek, Angel kissed the tip of her first two fingers and touched them gently to Dorothy's cheek. She said quietly with a smile that dripped with irony,
"Ye not guilty!"
...Dorothy sat up and screamed as loud as she could. This time, however, sound definitely came out! She struggled with the sheets of the bed which wrapped themselves around her legs. A knock at the door startled her so that she gave another yelp.
"Dorothy?" Norman called from the other side of the door. "Are you all right?"
Dorothy looked down at her naked body, gasping for breath, and finding that she was in an empty bed, began slipping her clothes back on.
"Yes Norman, I'm fine!" she called back. "I'll be out in a minute."
Quickly she dressed and opened the door. Always the perfect gentleman, Norman was still standing there.
"Are you sure you're all right? That scream of yours gave us all quite a scare!"
Dorothy then remembered that there were still tons of people in the house. She hopped up and down as she slipped her sock on her foot.
"I'm sorry Norman, I didn't mean to frighten you. I had a nightmare, that's all. Did I miss the shift change?"
"You missed a lot more than that." he replied, gesturing to look in the living room.
Dorothy ran there to see a crowd of people blocking the view out the large windows...all she could see was the red sky. She saw Roger and Daustan standing on the piano bench. Daustan stepped down as Dorothy approached them. Roger looked down at her and asked,
"Are you sure you want to see this?"
She nodded in silence, and then he took her hand. Daustan helped her step up and put his hand on her back to steady her as Roger lifted her by the hand. Dorothy stifled a scream at the site of it.
There below them, the rubble was being engulfed in boiling lava. The world had split open and consumed the dead, but the damned still sat comfortably in Alex Rosewater's headquarters, the only other building still standing. In the air above the place where the chapel had been, something strange was floating.
It was a balloon in the shape of a heart, one side was white, one side was black. One side had an angel's wing, one side had a bat's wing. The string underneath it looked like the tail of a devil, and came to a pointing arrow at the end which pointed straight down. The white side had something of a grin, the black side had no face at all. A single, black halo sat gently above it. This thing, whatever it was, stood as still as the night, but looked as devilish as sin itself.
The rescue effort was of course over. People cried for those that were lost, but most thanked God that they had survived. Roger jumped down from the piano bench and whispered to Daustan,
"Watch her for a few minutes."
Daustan nodded and saw Dorothy's eyes follow Roger away.
"Where is he going?" she asked with eyes still following him.
Daustan climbed up to stand next to her.
"He'll be right back. Are you afraid Dorothy?"
Dorothy shook her head hesitantly as tears brimmed the eyes of the police officer.
"Then you're braver than me." he replied.
"But you're the leader of the military police. The officers look to you for guidance! Surely you are not afraid. You have so much courage."
Daustan chuckled.
"Courage does not excuse fear. That fear is always there, we police officers just learned how to tuck it away."
Tears began dripping down Dorothy's face, and Daustan put his hand on her shoulder. He looked in her eyes and said with sincerity,
"Don't be afraid of fear, Dorothy. It's all right that you're scared. Everyone in this room is unsure. You're not alone!"
She nodded and fell silent again, looking right into the eye of the heart in the sky...
...And she saw Roger having quiet words with Norman...
...And she saw a police officer cry...
...And she was still alive...
...And suddenly she felt infinite...
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"Roger?" Daustan whispered into the bedroom as he slowly opened the door.
Roger Smith sat up as Dorothy rolled to her left side, pulling the blanket with her to cover her naked body. She slept on, and Roger didn't want to awaken her. At the sight of the woman next to Roger in bed, Daustan felt immediately embarrassed.
"Oh, sorry Roger!" he whispered. "I didn't know..."
"It's ok Dan." Roger whispered in reply as he slipped a pair of pants on from underneath the covers.
He pulled a white shirt over his head and quickly laced up some sneakers. Roger kissed Dorothy's cheek before quickly striding across the room.
"I think I should let her sleep." he said as he shut the door behind him.
"So you and Dorothy, eh?" Daustan said with a chuckle. "Who'da thunk?"
Roger sighed as the woman he loved grew further and further away from him.
'Back to work we go.' Roger thought with a yawn of exhaustion.
He stopped short and let out a gasp as he got a look out the window. All the people who had been sleeping near that window all began scurrying to a safer place as they screamed. The ground began to shake with fury.
Daustan's eyes widened.
"Dear God in Heaven..."
...Dorothy's thoughts were clouded by sweet dreams. Suddenly, her soft clouds of solitude brought her to a nightmare.
There she stood alone in the morgue she and Roger had found not forty-eight hours ago. None of the drawers were open and fear coursed through her veins, but something told Dorothy to walk on into the darkness.
The florescent lights above began turning on as she walked under them. The silhouette of a woman began forming in the distance, standing in the aisle between the walls of drawers. As more of the lights turned on, Dorothy called out, but there was no sound.
Dorothy then saw the woman get on her knees and open one of the bottom drawers. Pain began erupting within Dorothy's skin like electric shocks, and she fell as the pain became too intense.
She opened her eyes again only to find that she was in darkness. It only lasted for a moment, for she was pulled from the darkness to look up at a woman. The light above them finally switched on and Angel's face looked down at her. Dorothy would have screamed, but found that she could not move her body, and every time she tried to speak, she could make no sound.
Dorothy discovered that she was the one in the drawer. As crimson tears fell down her cheek, Angel kissed the tip of her first two fingers and touched them gently to Dorothy's cheek. She said quietly with a smile that dripped with irony,
"Ye not guilty!"
...Dorothy sat up and screamed as loud as she could. This time, however, sound definitely came out! She struggled with the sheets of the bed which wrapped themselves around her legs. A knock at the door startled her so that she gave another yelp.
"Dorothy?" Norman called from the other side of the door. "Are you all right?"
Dorothy looked down at her naked body, gasping for breath, and finding that she was in an empty bed, began slipping her clothes back on.
"Yes Norman, I'm fine!" she called back. "I'll be out in a minute."
Quickly she dressed and opened the door. Always the perfect gentleman, Norman was still standing there.
"Are you sure you're all right? That scream of yours gave us all quite a scare!"
Dorothy then remembered that there were still tons of people in the house. She hopped up and down as she slipped her sock on her foot.
"I'm sorry Norman, I didn't mean to frighten you. I had a nightmare, that's all. Did I miss the shift change?"
"You missed a lot more than that." he replied, gesturing to look in the living room.
Dorothy ran there to see a crowd of people blocking the view out the large windows...all she could see was the red sky. She saw Roger and Daustan standing on the piano bench. Daustan stepped down as Dorothy approached them. Roger looked down at her and asked,
"Are you sure you want to see this?"
She nodded in silence, and then he took her hand. Daustan helped her step up and put his hand on her back to steady her as Roger lifted her by the hand. Dorothy stifled a scream at the site of it.
There below them, the rubble was being engulfed in boiling lava. The world had split open and consumed the dead, but the damned still sat comfortably in Alex Rosewater's headquarters, the only other building still standing. In the air above the place where the chapel had been, something strange was floating.
It was a balloon in the shape of a heart, one side was white, one side was black. One side had an angel's wing, one side had a bat's wing. The string underneath it looked like the tail of a devil, and came to a pointing arrow at the end which pointed straight down. The white side had something of a grin, the black side had no face at all. A single, black halo sat gently above it. This thing, whatever it was, stood as still as the night, but looked as devilish as sin itself.
The rescue effort was of course over. People cried for those that were lost, but most thanked God that they had survived. Roger jumped down from the piano bench and whispered to Daustan,
"Watch her for a few minutes."
Daustan nodded and saw Dorothy's eyes follow Roger away.
"Where is he going?" she asked with eyes still following him.
Daustan climbed up to stand next to her.
"He'll be right back. Are you afraid Dorothy?"
Dorothy shook her head hesitantly as tears brimmed the eyes of the police officer.
"Then you're braver than me." he replied.
"But you're the leader of the military police. The officers look to you for guidance! Surely you are not afraid. You have so much courage."
Daustan chuckled.
"Courage does not excuse fear. That fear is always there, we police officers just learned how to tuck it away."
Tears began dripping down Dorothy's face, and Daustan put his hand on her shoulder. He looked in her eyes and said with sincerity,
"Don't be afraid of fear, Dorothy. It's all right that you're scared. Everyone in this room is unsure. You're not alone!"
She nodded and fell silent again, looking right into the eye of the heart in the sky...
...And she saw Roger having quiet words with Norman...
...And she saw a police officer cry...
...And she was still alive...
...And suddenly she felt infinite...
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So, what do you think? Good? Bad? ABSOLUTELY AMAZING??? E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and leave reviews to let me know what you think. Thanks! More is coming soon. I hope all of you have a safe and happy new year!
~*Tori*~