A/N: -2.1.8- Something I typed up on my phone today. I've been playing around with the idea of writing something other than romantic/comedy, so this is my attempt. It's in third person (something I prefer not to do, but I'm actually decent at, I'd think) and more descriptive...kinda. Actually, this is more of a teaser. If it comes back with positive reviews, I'll expand this into a longer (by bunches) story. And fix up mistakes I already see. Let me know what you think!
The worn grey gas station sign creaked as it swung violently from side to side. Shrieking, wind flung trees in one direction, then another. Black clouds thundered and blinded the world over with flashes of light as they threatened to unleash a torrent of rain. The streets of Leighton found themselves empty as people fled, desperate to get as far as possible-as fast as possible. Suddenly, a great darkness flew in from the rolling countryside and quickly devoured the small town in a matter of seconds, spreading to span the miles surrounding. Screams died fast as the left behind were stranded, as if in a boat in the path of a furious storm. Fleeing from the monstrosity, survivors scattered in every direction were soon found merciless. Hollow shouts of the dying echoed. The Nothing was here.
Marilynn Jacobs sobbed, her head between her knees, as she found herself blind.
No, not blind. Trapped. Groping, her sobs evolved into terrified screams as she discovered that there was nothing. Nothing was below her, above her, around her. Nothing. Calling desperately for her grandmother, Marilynn's voice strained, yet her ears were yet to hear her own screams. Lulled into sleep was she, ghosts of tears hesitating to streak her face. It was a simple matter: they couldn't. Just the same as Marilynn's screams, they just couldn't.
Liam Dayne stared. At what, he didn't know. But holding on tightly to the box that could save him, he stared straight ahead, hoping he wouldn't have to resort to unlocking the clasp with the key that hung around his neck. On the verge of tears, Liam reached up to his chest. With a holler quickly eaten by The Nothing, he slipped into unconsciousness, finally realizing that whatever had left him stranded, alone, hadn't intended to leave him alive, even if it was just for a bit. For it, the key, was gone. And the thought floated for a moment, falling like a feather, before it, too, disappeared.
Kris Litchi sighed.
You've gotta be shitting me. A big black thing eating up half a state and growing fast? One hand reached into the bowl of popcorn as the other snatched the remote off the table. Thoughts lingering on the news, Kris flew down the stairs and hailed a cab to the airport. When the driver had maneuvered his way through the mass of traffic, Kris was greeted by a panicking crowd and the repeating shouts of "There are no more available continental flights!".
I guess everyone else saw the news, too.
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