Boom. Boom. “Keep up if you want to live, don’t get
attacked by shrapnel”. Her small legs could barely walk correctly let alone run
at a grown man’s speed. “Do not fall behind!” She hiccuped as another
explosion went off and they finally exited the grass. Across the black tarred
street were crowds of people peering into a window. “Come on Isis don’t look
just go” He urged and pushed her away but she had to look in. A flat screen TV
had BREAKING NEWS flashing across it.
Videos of smoking buildings and large fires were shown. “Oh
my” She saw a woman holding her chest with tears streaming down her face. Boom.
They looked towards the smoke at the end of the street. The bombs were getting
closer. “It’s us, we are next they already hit Europe and China, even
California” A man yelled. He tugged her tight away from the paranoid crowd that
was growing larger.
“Isis it is not safe we must run” He said and she followed
him but not before seeing the words flashing her homes name.
New York City June 22nd 2019
World War III
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Screams
that’s all he heard and her speaking what he knew as the old language of
French. “Aidez-Moi, Aidez-Moi, No Monsieur s’il vous plait ne”. “Isis wake up,
wake up!” He shook her body as she lunged forward. Her small hands wrapped
around his throat as she climbed on top of him. “Isis it’s me Ramon” She
clenched tighter as she continued speaking French. “Mourir!” Gagging from the
pain he pushed her by her right shoulder. Her hand slipped from his neck and he
threw her up into the air. Falling to the floor she whimpered like a dog.
“What the
hell Isis!” He yelled and rubbed his neck in comfort. She scrambled onto her
knees and her eyes were filled with fear and pain. “What? What is going on” She
ran a hand through her hair and looked at him her eyes flashed to fury. “You
tried murdering me that is what is going on with you”. He rubbed his neck again
and looked at the girl. Studying her eyes he noticed the change in them the
vulnerability coming forth. “Isis-“ Shaking her hand in his face she covered
her body which was still in the sheer costume. Pointing to the door he assumed
she wanted him to leave and get away from her for a while.
Without a
second thought he disappeared behind the door and she removed her hands from
her face. The dirty smudge crossed the cheek and her eyes were red stricken.
Raising her hands in defeat she placed them back into her lap with frustration.
She wasn’t supposed to be emotional. It was against all the rules. Rule number
one lose all attachments and did she gain a strong one. Feeling the thin
material beneath her fingers.
Deciding
to change into something that made her feel more like herself was the best
options. Removing the gold and replacing it with the dark leather felt
complete. Pushing her hair into a tight bun she was ready to get down to
business. Trying her best to forget her actions beforehand and move on forward.
Ramon had probably decided to go for a walk so she decided she needs a drink.
Self-medicating was ok if it was with the strongest liquor out to be offered.
