|The voice from a thud
Author: lalamachu PM
Dannie is a young adult with a dark past, which included murders and assassinations, totally normal for a retired mercenary. She lives in this apocalyptic corrupt world fueled by violence from The Rebels and from The Government. Her past is now essential for The Rebels, they need her for a mission of saving another mercenary, and also her only "family", Cole.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,066 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 12-30-12 - Published: 12-29-12 - id: 3087302
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Chapter One: A bomb
A Thud. Only a thud. What a horrible sound, isn't it? Is it the sound of everything? Of nothing? How can even a thud be everything or nothing? Well, I don't have the answer to these questions, I have only the answer for the next one, how did it start? A bomb.
I was at Monnét's Caffé a winter morning. I was wearing a furry black coat that protected me from the snow and the cold. I was at the line, thinking that I would probably order the cheapest coffee. Then a man of around my age came inside the Caffé. I'm not the kind of person who notice every detail that is whenever I am. I just noticed him because he had a red rose in his hands. He was trying to contain some tears, but he just came inside and left the rose on one of the tables. Then, I noticed a smell of blood, it was disgusting, it smelled like fresh blood. The line was long and one of the machines wasn't working; I was hoping that the line was shorter and that the cashier would ask me what coffee I wanted, because that smell was making me sick. Later, I saw the flower again, there were almost all the petals -and now they were white- floating on blood. All the petals except from one, who was getting whitish and its red color was slipping and mixing with the blood. The red color of the rose was blood. I was disgusted and I was leaving that Caffé, I couldn't breath anymore without thinking about throwing-up. But when the last -now white- petal fell from the rest of flower into that blood pool, the flower exploded.
It doesn't seem very logical, isn't it? Well, it exploded. I was the only survivor, even though I was just about seven feet from the flower, and even the people who where farthest from the flower, died. My heart stopped, if anybody took me to the hospital, I'd be dead. Someone saved me, but who? The man who brought the flower to the Caffé.
Thanks for reading the first chapter of my short story! I'll continue it almost everyday, it isn't going to be long, plus the chapters are going to be probably short.
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