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Screams! That's all he could hear. So many, so loud. Woman, children, men, boys, girls. All around him. Screams of pure terror and fear, mingled with helplessness and pain.
"Who is that screaming? Where am I? Oh God, I'm dead! I'm dead and they sent me to hell!" Rodney thought to himself franticly. "Alright McKay lets get a hold of ourselves. I'm way to smart for them to send me to hell and this defiantly does not sound like heaven so therefore I must not be dead ."
Amazingly enough this thought gave him some comfort.
"I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all of this. I'll just try and listen to the screams and see if I can recognize any of the voices."
As he listened he heard, or rather he made out, one scream that seemed somewhat familiar but then again so unfamiliar. As he concentrated on this one voice, this one scream for help he suddenly realized that it was his own and almost like a flood he felt the same terror and fear, that he had been hearing, come over him.
This made Rodney's thoughts a jumbled mess. A scrap heap of unrealistic theories and undesirable images of his impending doom.
After a short while, the panic subsided some what and he was able to think a little more clearly about what was going on around him.
"I can't see! Why can't I see?" He asked himself fearfully.
As soon as he finished the thought he immediately realized that his eye's were closed.
"Well that was stupid Rodney! I couldn't see because my eyes were closed! Brilliant!"
after making a mental list of all his faults he finely decided to try and open his eyes.
But the fear that held him kept them glued shut.
As if they some how knew better then to open. As hard as he tried to pry them open he could not.
"Great! Just great! My eyes don't work! Lets just throw another log on the fire!"
His train of thought was interrupted when suddenly, over all the screams he heard a little girls scream. So loud and ear piercing she could not be but a few feet away.
Then all at once these feelings of love and protectiveness came over him for this little girl. Just as over powering and as suddenly as the fear and terror he had felt before. They some how, for a moment, out weighed all his fears and he immediately opened his eyes to look for the her. But the site that met his eyes held him in his place.
He was in a city, or at least what was left of one, there was such a fog he could barley make out what he saw. The walls that lay around him were broken to pieces. Crumbled down as if some mighty force had pushed them over. The air was filled with what looked like dust but when Rodney breathed it in he knew it was not dust but sand as it coated his throat and mouth, and stung his eyes. Still trying to catch his breath from the coughing fit he had just had, he tried to look around again. Every thing seemed to be made out of some kind of light brown stone, but with all the sand in the air almost every thing seemed to look the same color.
"Oh no. This doesn't look good." he thought miserably to himself.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the world around him. When they finally came into focus he noticed the people. Hundreds of people. Running every where. From what and to where he did not know and just as to what they were running from he could only guess. As soon as he thought the question he got some what of an answer and as he got the answer he wished he hadn't for what happened before his eyes he would never forget.
He saw a couple, a man and a woman, not much more then twenty. They were running. holding hands, completely coated in the sand from the air. Fear and panic written all over there faces and in there eyes. The woman, as much as Rodney could make out, was tall and thin but had tone to her body. She had blondish brown hair which looked like at some point had been pulled up but now it hung down her back. And her eyes were a stunning green. She wore an outfit, that if it had not been so dirty, was all white and stood out against her tan skin.
The man was a little taller then her but with the same tan skin and piecing green eyes. His hair was cut short and the color was such a dark shade of brown that it almost looked black. His build was very strong and structured. He seemed to be wearing the same white outfit as the girl. Which Rodney realized later on must have been some kind of uniform. It was just pants and a jacket with a shirt underneath it.
Rodney took in all this information instantly because right before his eyes he witnessed the cause behind the screams of pain, which he heard the two let out as he watched them. At first it just looked like the wind blowing on them but then he noticed the effect it was having on them. As it seemed to be tearing at there very skin, like it was blowing so hard that it was going through them. As he was looking at them he watched to his horror as their terror stricken faces melted into expressions of pain as the wind, or whatever it was, seemed bent on erasing them from existents. Literally blowing them away as one would blow bothersome dust off ones mantel. Till all that was left of them was a pink tint to the area where they once were running.
Panic seized him. He was about to take off running when he heard the
little girls scream again, but words were in it this time.
"Daddy!" a high pitched desperate scream for help and to Rodney's surprise he heard his own voice answer, it or at least what felt like his own voice. "Sari!" he screamed to her as he turned towards the direction he had heard her cry come from.
When he did, he saw her. She couldn't have been more then six. Crouched down besides
one of the few remaining walls. She had brown hair that were in dreadlocks. Whether they were like that on purpose or because of all
that was going on he couldn't tell. Her face was dirty with mud and what looked like a mixture of dried and fresh blood smeared all over it.
She had what seemed to be an endless amount of cuts and bruises all over her small body. So covered in them and dirty Rodney could barely tell that she had tan skin like the others. Her outfit was just like the others except for it seemed to have blood all over it. It didn't
look like it was her blood though. No, it looked as if some one had taken a can of blood and sprayed her with it. Then Rodney remembered how the man and the woman's blood had turned into vapor and he guessed that was how it all got there. He didn't
even want to think about how many people this little girl had seen die like that. He had only seen two and he couldn't shake it. This girl looked like she had seen a lot more then two.
Rodney tried to think logically again to try and figure out what the heck was going but when his eyes finally met with her big blue eyes he saw the same fear and terror that he had felt reflecting out of them. And then once again he felt that love and urge to protect her come over himself. The love was so strong for this child that he could hardly comprehend the depths of it. Without a second thought he immediately ran to her and scooped her up in his arms and to his surprise what he thought was just the little girl crying he found that he to was crying along with her.
As he held her he felt relief come over him. He hadn't even realized that a large part of the fear he was feeling were for the safety of this little girl. Still holding her, he heard above all the screams and their cries the wind starting to pick up speed around them. Before he could even react the wall that they were standing next to collapsed until all that was left was a small remnant of the strong stone wall that it once was. That's when the real pain started.
As he felt the wind tare through his skin he watched as cuts formed on his hands and on the girls face and neck. He had not noticed until now, but on her neck there was a necklace with a crystal pendant around it.
Screaming from the pain he tried to get away from the wind. As he took one small step he saw out of the corner of his eye the girls necklace rip off her neck. Leaving a red and blistered mark on where it once was. When this happened
the wind seemed to ease up a little but not much as it still with no mercy ripped through them. But it was enough for him to be able to take another step towards what was left of the wall that they were standing next to. When he did, he felt his footing give out
as the ground fell beneath him and he felt himself along with the little girl fall down a tunnel. Sliding down the walls were smooth
and cold to the touch, like some kind of marble. Unfortunately they were so wet from the blood that it made them pick up that much
more speed. Down the endless tunnel they went, darkness covering their eyes. All they could hear were their own screams echoing back at them. When they finally hit the bottom, still clinging to each other, a wave of dizziness came over him and his world seemed to spin. He clung to the little girl tightly as an even darker darkness then the one that was around them cloud his vision and then he knew no more.