Post by -khan_locked- on Dec 2, 2014 18:52:41 GMT -5
The metallic voices of the enemy...
the screams and the cries of the innocent...
the voices of those desperately fighting to save the dying civilization...
and the turn of a single key in a single lock as the man deserted his desolate home.
Victor awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He looked over at his clock, seeing bright spots of neon green in the otherwise inky darkness forming the flashing 5:45 AM. He groaned quietly as he rolled over, shutting his eyes. His alarm would be ringing in 15 minutes, and while he wanted to get every last minute of sleep he could, he knew that would be near impossible after the latest nightmare. He simply kept his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to banish the memories from his mind once more.
What seemed like hours later, the alarm blared and Victor could hear signs of his wife stirring next to him.
"Good morning," Victor said softly as his wife sat up next to him. He rubbed his eyes as he got up and turned the light on, beginning to get ready for work.
At 6:30, the entire family was up and sitting around the table, Victor in his precisely tailored suit, pretending to read the paper as he observed his children. His daughter was absentmindedly spooning oatmeal into her mouth as she read her book, her still sleepy eyes flying across the page. His son had taken his daughter's phone sitting on the table, and was playing some new game on it. Victor smiled as he got up, took his coat from the rack on which it stood and walked out the door. As he fumbled with the keys to his car, he heard something that made him become instantly alert. One single word.
"Exterminate!"
Victor frantically pulled the key from the door, and bolted inside. He looked towards his wife and children, a look of panic on his face.
"Go down to the basement, now! Once you're down there follow your mother's directions and be as silent as you can. Just go! I'll be down there as soon as I can," he ordered. They solemnly obeyed, each obviously worried and unsure of what had prevoked the order. As Victor saw them go down the steps and lock the door behind them, he went back outside, where there was a small army of daleks at one end of the street. He began to shout, telling everyone to get inside as quickly as they could, to lock the doors, to be silent. The daleks were still far enough that they could not hear the orders and might assume when they rounded this corner that it was abandoned. However, he was preparing himself for the worst. A sickening feeling began to form in his stomach. Whose house would the daleks enter first? Who would be the first to die? Would his wife be safe?
{I'm sorry, that got super long. Never count on this much inspiration again.}
the screams and the cries of the innocent...
the voices of those desperately fighting to save the dying civilization...
and the turn of a single key in a single lock as the man deserted his desolate home.
Victor awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He looked over at his clock, seeing bright spots of neon green in the otherwise inky darkness forming the flashing 5:45 AM. He groaned quietly as he rolled over, shutting his eyes. His alarm would be ringing in 15 minutes, and while he wanted to get every last minute of sleep he could, he knew that would be near impossible after the latest nightmare. He simply kept his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to banish the memories from his mind once more.
What seemed like hours later, the alarm blared and Victor could hear signs of his wife stirring next to him.
"Good morning," Victor said softly as his wife sat up next to him. He rubbed his eyes as he got up and turned the light on, beginning to get ready for work.
At 6:30, the entire family was up and sitting around the table, Victor in his precisely tailored suit, pretending to read the paper as he observed his children. His daughter was absentmindedly spooning oatmeal into her mouth as she read her book, her still sleepy eyes flying across the page. His son had taken his daughter's phone sitting on the table, and was playing some new game on it. Victor smiled as he got up, took his coat from the rack on which it stood and walked out the door. As he fumbled with the keys to his car, he heard something that made him become instantly alert. One single word.
"Exterminate!"
Victor frantically pulled the key from the door, and bolted inside. He looked towards his wife and children, a look of panic on his face.
"Go down to the basement, now! Once you're down there follow your mother's directions and be as silent as you can. Just go! I'll be down there as soon as I can," he ordered. They solemnly obeyed, each obviously worried and unsure of what had prevoked the order. As Victor saw them go down the steps and lock the door behind them, he went back outside, where there was a small army of daleks at one end of the street. He began to shout, telling everyone to get inside as quickly as they could, to lock the doors, to be silent. The daleks were still far enough that they could not hear the orders and might assume when they rounded this corner that it was abandoned. However, he was preparing himself for the worst. A sickening feeling began to form in his stomach. Whose house would the daleks enter first? Who would be the first to die? Would his wife be safe?
{I'm sorry, that got super long. Never count on this much inspiration again.}
