Hey guys! So I haven't updated for awhile, but I haven't really found any one shots that I absolutely love, and I found out that I suck at writing one shots. So anyways I found this one in a collection of one shots for MR but I don't really think that it's an MR one shot. Anyways I thought it was really awesome, and I'm kinda bored so I'm posting it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm not JP, therefore I don't own MR! (really do I look like a 67 year old man?)
And I do not own this story, that would be Allya Ride.
~The End~ (Narrated from an outsider's point of view)
The world was dark, crashing. Around me, pillars of smoke and dust climbed into the grey clouds. Debris was littered all around, splinters of wood the length of trees scratched at my legs. Everywhere I looked was total, utter devastation.
I remember waking up, finding myself trapped under the weight of the rubble. I called for help, screamed until my voice was on fire, I tried to continue, believing rescue to be my only salvation.
I tried; I tried to get out, to help others. No use, all of my struggles amounted to nothing. My pleas for a savior were meet only with silence. Perhaps, no others had survived. This theory seemed plausible, bloodied bodies were lying haphazardly across the black asphalt. Tendrils of smoke rose from their remnants, still warm, new in the awful world of death. Did this happen everywhere? What caused the wreckage?
I struggled with the beam of wood anchoring down, it pressed into my leg but that was no matter, the pain was an escape from the world around me.
Somewhere, I heard voices. Voices singing. They seemed mournful, but, hopeful. As they rose in volume I renewed my efforts for discovery.
"Here!" I shouted, "I'm over here!" The voices kept singing, coming closer and closer until the face of a fallen angel wandered into my field of vision. Her fair hair was matted with dried blood; streaks of it ran across her pale, freckled face. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, the perfect incarnation of the cherubs once painted. Her raspberry lips opened to reveal a musical voice.
"I found one! She's alive! I found a survivor!" Her joy radiated across me, warming me and melting my heart. It was good I saw her, one last image of perfection even in this fiery world; one last image before my death.
Wow, didn't realize how short that was, but it was good right? Review, review, review, review and, you guessed it! REVIEW!
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Peace,
Maia