My name is Jack Bell, And right now I am dying, and it hurts. Bad. My ears constantly ring like a horrible fire alarm; cries of terror and sounds of sorrow ring out from the fallen buildings around me. Wild winds howl through the sky, tearing down anything that stand.
Sluggishly I turn my eyes to my right arm, a sharp piece of wood likely from the ceiling that was once above cutting halfway through it, scraping along the bone. My leg on the same side is shattered, smashed under a large plate of the same material. Above me human figures battle for dominance over the skies, one wielding a brilliant sword of gold, the other holding in its hands a massive hammer that emits an aura of fear and death
My mind is filled with horrible fascination as I attempt to observe them battle, despite their movements being too fast for me to see until they stop, it's as if teleporting.
"The seed of Yggdrasil is mine, Arxis!!" The holder of the black hammer yells, spittle flying from his mouth in anger, his voice echoing with power.
"No god can be allowed to hold this power Gratyn, not one of this dimension or any other. It will destroy the balance." The man with the golden sword speaks, his voice calm and quiet yet sounds as if he is right by my side, despite being almost a mile into the air.
Gods...? This is a god? And there is more than one?
"To hell with the balance!" The brute named Gratyn speaks, sending a spear of black metal flying towards Arxis beyond the speed of light, tearing the space it passes asunder.
"Hmph, I won't have to destroy it since you seem so willing to!" Arxis speaks, flinging something out of his hand towards the spear, it was the seed.
"No!" Gratyn attempts to recall the spear but it is too late, the seed crashes into the very tip of the spear, instantly breaking into a golden dust, and scatters in the skewing wind.
"Damn you!! Damn you to the under realms! I'll kill you until you can't be killed anymore!" Yells Gratyn, at a volume that literally causes glass to shatter and destroying my eardrums, driving me deaf.
Gratyn charges towards Arxis, swinging wildly sending spears in a countless onslaught. In a flash they are gone, Gratyn charging towards Arxis as he nimbly evades the spears by less than an inch.
'Ahh.. I guess I won't get to see the end of it... Shame, but I guess this is a cool way to die, much better than overdosing on cheetos and getting a heart attack at the age of thirty. Chuckling at my own self mockery I got enough from at school I cough up a mouthful of blood.
I think back to the years of bullying I endured, Oddly enough the only thing that really kept me going was that out there in the world was the fact that lots of people were worse off than me.
I get lost in my thoughts as the shattered seeds fall from the sky above like stardust.
I'll never see my family again, which before I would have thought of as a good thing. But they're good people.. Despite how pushy my mother can get or how annoying my sister was born. Dad wasn't too bad, although he was almost always at work...
My mind freezes at a thought that truly bothers me, Are they dead? I try to remember where they would be today through my fading thoughts.. The fourteenth... Right, hah... The family reunion I refused to attend.. Heheh.. That's good.
What about school? Will anyone be upset that I passed away? Doubtful, I never did make much of a presence, besides for the bullies who found me popular in its own right. Will they stop bullying kids, a change of heart after such a disaster? No, no they'll probably get at some other poor kid destroying all of his hope. The thought doesn't bother me much, sure I feel sorry for whoever it may be but it's better than me suffering right? Heh, that makes sense.. Guess that's why all of my friends abandoned me. Still.. I never stood up to them, I never showed them that I wasn't the useless garbage punching bag that they thought I was.. Ahhh now I'm having regrets, I really want to punch them just once. Even though it would hurt me more than them.
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Blood and bile begin to rise from my throat, with a jerk I turn my head to the side with much effort to avoid choking on it.
Wait.. Why don't I just drown in it? This is my great ending. I thought I wanted that..
But now.. I.. I really want to live, for my family and for those bastards I need to punch! The reality of death can certainly change people. Even someone like me
The dust of the seed falls from above and settles on my soon to be corpse.
Groaning, I look forward. My phone, Its so close, if I just call an ambulance. Maybe I'll survive this, and then I'll live differently.. Farewell cheetos, my sweet maiden..
My fingers pull themselves towards the phone through the debris, lacking the strength in my arm to simply reach out. The blood loss blurs my thoughts
It takes a while but I reach it, shakily taping the 'emergency call' button it begins to ring, My vision begins to fade to black.
A lady's voice chimes in through the darkness, "9-1-1, What is your emergency?" Over the line I hear multiple phones ringing out of control, as masses call in.
"H-help.." I manage to utter through the blood and bile.
"Sir what is your location?" The voice sounds concerned, how nice.
I begin to tell her my address, there's a creaking noise as a wall of the house falls over on to me.
"Sir?! Sir are you there?!" She sounds frantic, but I have already lost the last bit consciousness I had held onto.
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"My god, an entire city torn to shreds... It just looks so... I don't even know how to describe it aside from destruction. Plain and utter destruction." He sighed as he looks at the debris and corpses that littered the streets. Volunteers are busy lining up the corpses and taking names, there was barely any survivors and most of them are in critical states at nearby hospitals.
"Hey Joe. we got a body over here stuck under some debris, looks like a kid, Damn shame. Help us pull it out?" One of the volunteers asks me for assistance.
He nods, carefully stepping over broken glass wood and stone to see a boy, seemingly about 14-15 with short black hair. He's rather obese, Likely weighing about 300 pounds. It's going to take a bit to move this one, but it's his job nonetheless and every death deserves respect.
But the gore... Poor kids covered in blood and puke which spread out for several feet, mostly dried by now. His leg is crushed flat and one of his arms is barely hanging on at all. He resists the urge to puke as he helps them remove the debris from the body. It takes four of us to pick him up but we get him moving, As we carry the corpse to the dead zone he swore he felt a faint movement from the boys chest. A rat? He resists the urge to hurl at the thought of il. "Guys put him down for a sec." He orders.
Once he is on the ground the medic feels the boys chest and waits. Every three second there's a beat. Freezing up in shock he stares at the boy in disbelief, quickly checking his wrist and throat, both beating at the same rhythm.
"Oh shit.." heI slowly stands up to before shouting on the top of his lungs. "GET A DAMN AMBULANCE OVER HERE QUICK! WE GOT A LIVE ONE!"
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