Author's Note: Another drabble, this one from The Maze of Bones, at the Franklin Institute. That's right... the Starlings. Poor guys- er, guys and girl, sorry about that, Sinead. Anyway...
The last thing he heard: a deafening sound, like the clanging of cymbals, but multiplied by a million, as though right by his ear. A shrill scream. His sister's? His brother's? His own? He wasn't sure, only that it was full of fear.
The last thing he felt: a rain of rubble, collapsing on him in an unanticipated rush. The sting of unidentified falling objects (UFOs, he might've dubbed them jestingly, if he hadn't been mortally terrified suddenly) striking his skin.
The last thing he saw: Ned's wide eyes. Sinead's mouth hanging open in a horrified "O." Then…
Darkness, forever.
Author's Note: Another one, done! This is kind of fun!...
Hey, I'm a poet! Who knew it?... Wait, that last bit didn't rhyme; I guess I blew it...
Haha, now THAT rhymed!
...I find the dumbest things amusing. Anyway, REVIEW! :D
~Lily