Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
06-15-2010, 03:56 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by whoosh!.
Aic was drowning.
She wanted to cower, or cry, or maybe just hurt something. Anything that would draw out the relentless flood of emotion that burned up her mind like a tongue of flame biting down on bone-dry paper.
She felt hopelessly besieged, but with Holly in her arms it seemed every second was soaked in Olympia's ambrosia. Or poison. Either way, this was a pretty foreign emotion to her. Probably even to Acacia, even though she was the nice, friendly one. Normal, even. Or… innocent? The hairs on the back of Aic's neck rose. No. She was the real one. Acacia was just the voice in her head.
She extracted herself from Holly, just as her beleaguered senses began to regain their functions. The next thing she knew she was staggering on the stairs – and a demonic, lightly scaled and grinning man stood before her, perhaps a little bemused by the situation accumulating around him. And, above them, the pillar that had cleared their way down balanced precariously on a beam of the roof. The rain battered down on the three of them with the fury of a divine retribution from the heavens.
It didn't take long for the first nauseating crack to sound for those still possessing hearing. Chips of plaster joined the more natural precipitation of the moment, soliciting the raised gazes of the non-disabled present. It only took a moment after Aic looked up too for Acacia to slide into focus, shunting the shattered resolve of her alter-ego to the side with unusual brutality.
Acacia grabbed Holly and barreled down the stairs, yelling something incomprehensible that the rain would obscure to even those who could hear it. On the way down Acacia grabbed the surprised demon's arm too, straining every muscle just to keep her momentum with the new baggage.
The suspense gnawed at her, even with the knowledge that they were probably beyond the point of impact. But she wasn't going to let some screwy fate or chance decide that one. No way. Instead, she gathered her last rags of control and screamed at her slightly confused passengers.
“JUMP, MOTHERFUCKERS!â€
They seemed to get it.
Just as her bare feet left the ground she could feel the incredible vibrations as the pillar slammed into the floor not far from where they had just stood in a daze. Within seconds the three of them were tumbling through a mist of dust and plaster, hearts beating a million beats a second.
And sure, the ground hurt. But a massive pillar on top of them would have been less comfy.
Acacia rolled over on the ground and briefly noted the behemoth of a puddle growing steadily with each second the rain poured down. Then she slipped out.
Aic sat up. She surveyed the scene before her very carefully, and promptly delivered her verdict.
“Shit.â€
Aic was drowning.
She wanted to cower, or cry, or maybe just hurt something. Anything that would draw out the relentless flood of emotion that burned up her mind like a tongue of flame biting down on bone-dry paper.
She felt hopelessly besieged, but with Holly in her arms it seemed every second was soaked in Olympia's ambrosia. Or poison. Either way, this was a pretty foreign emotion to her. Probably even to Acacia, even though she was the nice, friendly one. Normal, even. Or… innocent? The hairs on the back of Aic's neck rose. No. She was the real one. Acacia was just the voice in her head.
She extracted herself from Holly, just as her beleaguered senses began to regain their functions. The next thing she knew she was staggering on the stairs – and a demonic, lightly scaled and grinning man stood before her, perhaps a little bemused by the situation accumulating around him. And, above them, the pillar that had cleared their way down balanced precariously on a beam of the roof. The rain battered down on the three of them with the fury of a divine retribution from the heavens.
It didn't take long for the first nauseating crack to sound for those still possessing hearing. Chips of plaster joined the more natural precipitation of the moment, soliciting the raised gazes of the non-disabled present. It only took a moment after Aic looked up too for Acacia to slide into focus, shunting the shattered resolve of her alter-ego to the side with unusual brutality.
Acacia grabbed Holly and barreled down the stairs, yelling something incomprehensible that the rain would obscure to even those who could hear it. On the way down Acacia grabbed the surprised demon's arm too, straining every muscle just to keep her momentum with the new baggage.
The suspense gnawed at her, even with the knowledge that they were probably beyond the point of impact. But she wasn't going to let some screwy fate or chance decide that one. No way. Instead, she gathered her last rags of control and screamed at her slightly confused passengers.
“JUMP, MOTHERFUCKERS!â€
They seemed to get it.
Just as her bare feet left the ground she could feel the incredible vibrations as the pillar slammed into the floor not far from where they had just stood in a daze. Within seconds the three of them were tumbling through a mist of dust and plaster, hearts beating a million beats a second.
And sure, the ground hurt. But a massive pillar on top of them would have been less comfy.
Acacia rolled over on the ground and briefly noted the behemoth of a puddle growing steadily with each second the rain poured down. Then she slipped out.
Aic sat up. She surveyed the scene before her very carefully, and promptly delivered her verdict.
“Shit.â€