Post by Kayley on Dec 28, 2005 19:52:22 GMT -5
(started this yesterday, threw it together to get into the rpg. At one point I accidentally lapsed from first person to third, but not for long).
“Mary, wake up,” the voice was a whisper in her ears as she was shaken from her sleep. “We have to leave.”
She rose from her bed when she heard the urgency in her father’s voice. “What’s going on?” she whispered; her voice was unable to rise to it's normal tone; it was too early. Her father didn’t answer her; he just shoved her pack into her arms.
“Pack anything you want in there, you’ve got two minutes.”
~~
Right as she had slipped her sandals on and zipped her backpack as far as it would go, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. They were urgent, and not her father’s. A government agent stepped into her room, gun in hand. “Miss Stuart, please follow me.”
She knew better than to argue with him; he’d not listen. As she followed him through the hallway, walking quickly to keep up with his long strides, she heard the blades of a helicopter start turning. “Come on!” the agent yelled, grabbing her hand gently. They ran down the stairs, and out the glass door. Mary froze at the sight.
There were picket signs lying about, and trash cans and mail boxes were dented and overturned by something, presumably cars. There was little damage, but the streets and yards were cluttered with suitcases and backpacks. As she was lifted into the helicopter, she saw the text on one of the signs. We won’t be eaten!
~~
It was around dawn and starting to rain once they landed at the capitol building. The agents exited behind Mary and her father, and a woman ran up and lifted an umbrella over their heads. “Senator Stuart, we were beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.” He replied with, “So was I.”
As they were walking to one of the entrances of the capitol building, Mary heard a scream in the distance. A hushed silence fell on the crowd, and Mary’s father turned to the woman holding the umbrella. “This is worse than we thought.” It was more a question than a statement, Mary noticed. The woman nodded.
They entered into the main hallway and immediately Mary felt the flashes of dozens of cameras. Mary put her head down and continued walking, until a woman came and took her hand. “Miss Stuart, if you’d follow me, your father has to meet with the other officials.” Mary shook her head away and looked up at her dad. He looked older than ever before.
“Go with her,” he said, before leaning down to embrace her. He released Mary and looked to the woman, and he said, “Take care of her.” Then he was gone.
“Come on, Miss Stuart.”
~~
Mary sat in a tiny enclosed office, playing with the wrapper of a candy bar she’d received from the woman, Ms. Montgomery. When she’d tried to look at the window, Ms. Montgomery would drop the blinds so she couldn’t. The room was beginning to feel awfully stale.
“Could I go to the restroom?” Mary asked quietly. Ms. Montgomery nodded, but when Mary rose to leave, she grabbed her arm. “I have to call your escorts.” Mary was puzzled, but didn’t object. The restroom was three minutes away, and the building was full of people. She voiced her thought, more as a question than a statement.
“That’s what we’re afraid of.” Ms. Montgomery offered no more than that.
~~
When she’d entered the bathroom, female bodyguard in tow, she began to feel nauseous. There were women, and even men, leaning over, very pale, and puking. “Ah hell,” would start many sentences as they began to puke again. She turned back to her bodyguard, who took her by the hand and led her back to the office.
~~
Ms. Montgomery wasn’t there when they arrived, so the bodyguard waited outside the door. Mary raised the blinds, cautiously, and saw people shuffling about, laying on the sidewalks, getting sick, or moaning. What was going on?
Mary let the blinds fall again, and leaned against the wall. There was a closet in the room, two desks, and a phone. As Mary sat in one of the chairs, she put her head back to take a nap. Before she knew it, she was getting shaken awake by Ms. Montgomery. “We’re leaving.”
~~
“Where’re we going?” I asked in vain as I was led down the capitol building steps and into a car. We drove slowly, and occasionally the car would bump along; which Mary noted as strange, because the roads weren’t like that around this area. The female bodyguard was to her right and Ms. Montgomery to her left.
A few minutes into the drive, Ms. Montgomery turned to Mary and the bodyguard and said, “We’re going to Philadelphia, that’s where your mother is. Right?” Mary nodded, and Ms. Montgomery told her she could go to sleep. So Mary obliged, glad to rest her eyes after everything that had happened so fast.
She was awakened sometime later – she couldn’t be sure when – but for some reason, a thought sprang into her head. “All the other families of senators and politicians, they’re getting the same treatment, right?” Ms. Montgomery nodded, but was quick to add that it was only if they wanted to leave Washington.
Once they’d arrived at the landing pad, they climbed into the helicopter. Their pilot was pale, and pasty; he smelled of sweat and sickness. Ms. Montgomery leaned in, but didn’t climb into the copter. “Your bodyguard – Amy – is going to go with you. I’m going back to the capitol.”
Mary nodded, and when the door shut, let out a shaky sigh. She was treated as if she was a child still, and didn’t object; she never could. As they lifted into the sky, she saw the front of the car they’d been in. Was it blood she saw? The bumps they’d hit…? No, Mary told herself. “You’re just imagining things.”
~~
They stopped to refuel the helicopter, but the place was oddly quiet. They were around forests now, and as they started to lift, Mary saw an area of charred remains. Amy caught her eye. “An old mansion was demolished not too long ago, nothing special.”
About ten minutes later, the pilot began to lurch violently. He turned, and the plan slowly dived, then quickly. Mary screamed, and Amy pulled her gun, telling the man to pilot. He didn’t, but he lunged toward Mary, his face an odd sickly color. He looks dead, was her blank thought; then everything was a blur. Amy began to struggle with the man, to keep him away from Mary. Then, Amy screamed, bleeding. Next thing Mary knew, they had crashed.
~~
Mary stirred, dizzily waking. She felt something beneath her, something soft and wet. It felt like a chest that had caved in… She slowly looked down, and screamed, pulling away. It was the pilot.
Mary stood, blood covering her white nightgown. “Amy?” she called, not being able to see over the rising flames. Amy was pinned to the ground by the helicopter’s door. Her gun was lying near her, and Mary walked to her on shaky legs. “Amy?”
She was dead. And it was then Mary noticed the flames weren't just from the helicopter. They were in a city, and there were small fires scattered all over the place. What was going on?
Mary grabbed the gun, and with one hesitant look back at the helicopter, she entered the unknown.
“Mary, wake up,” the voice was a whisper in her ears as she was shaken from her sleep. “We have to leave.”
She rose from her bed when she heard the urgency in her father’s voice. “What’s going on?” she whispered; her voice was unable to rise to it's normal tone; it was too early. Her father didn’t answer her; he just shoved her pack into her arms.
“Pack anything you want in there, you’ve got two minutes.”
~~
Right as she had slipped her sandals on and zipped her backpack as far as it would go, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. They were urgent, and not her father’s. A government agent stepped into her room, gun in hand. “Miss Stuart, please follow me.”
She knew better than to argue with him; he’d not listen. As she followed him through the hallway, walking quickly to keep up with his long strides, she heard the blades of a helicopter start turning. “Come on!” the agent yelled, grabbing her hand gently. They ran down the stairs, and out the glass door. Mary froze at the sight.
There were picket signs lying about, and trash cans and mail boxes were dented and overturned by something, presumably cars. There was little damage, but the streets and yards were cluttered with suitcases and backpacks. As she was lifted into the helicopter, she saw the text on one of the signs. We won’t be eaten!
~~
It was around dawn and starting to rain once they landed at the capitol building. The agents exited behind Mary and her father, and a woman ran up and lifted an umbrella over their heads. “Senator Stuart, we were beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.” He replied with, “So was I.”
As they were walking to one of the entrances of the capitol building, Mary heard a scream in the distance. A hushed silence fell on the crowd, and Mary’s father turned to the woman holding the umbrella. “This is worse than we thought.” It was more a question than a statement, Mary noticed. The woman nodded.
They entered into the main hallway and immediately Mary felt the flashes of dozens of cameras. Mary put her head down and continued walking, until a woman came and took her hand. “Miss Stuart, if you’d follow me, your father has to meet with the other officials.” Mary shook her head away and looked up at her dad. He looked older than ever before.
“Go with her,” he said, before leaning down to embrace her. He released Mary and looked to the woman, and he said, “Take care of her.” Then he was gone.
“Come on, Miss Stuart.”
~~
Mary sat in a tiny enclosed office, playing with the wrapper of a candy bar she’d received from the woman, Ms. Montgomery. When she’d tried to look at the window, Ms. Montgomery would drop the blinds so she couldn’t. The room was beginning to feel awfully stale.
“Could I go to the restroom?” Mary asked quietly. Ms. Montgomery nodded, but when Mary rose to leave, she grabbed her arm. “I have to call your escorts.” Mary was puzzled, but didn’t object. The restroom was three minutes away, and the building was full of people. She voiced her thought, more as a question than a statement.
“That’s what we’re afraid of.” Ms. Montgomery offered no more than that.
~~
When she’d entered the bathroom, female bodyguard in tow, she began to feel nauseous. There were women, and even men, leaning over, very pale, and puking. “Ah hell,” would start many sentences as they began to puke again. She turned back to her bodyguard, who took her by the hand and led her back to the office.
~~
Ms. Montgomery wasn’t there when they arrived, so the bodyguard waited outside the door. Mary raised the blinds, cautiously, and saw people shuffling about, laying on the sidewalks, getting sick, or moaning. What was going on?
Mary let the blinds fall again, and leaned against the wall. There was a closet in the room, two desks, and a phone. As Mary sat in one of the chairs, she put her head back to take a nap. Before she knew it, she was getting shaken awake by Ms. Montgomery. “We’re leaving.”
~~
“Where’re we going?” I asked in vain as I was led down the capitol building steps and into a car. We drove slowly, and occasionally the car would bump along; which Mary noted as strange, because the roads weren’t like that around this area. The female bodyguard was to her right and Ms. Montgomery to her left.
A few minutes into the drive, Ms. Montgomery turned to Mary and the bodyguard and said, “We’re going to Philadelphia, that’s where your mother is. Right?” Mary nodded, and Ms. Montgomery told her she could go to sleep. So Mary obliged, glad to rest her eyes after everything that had happened so fast.
She was awakened sometime later – she couldn’t be sure when – but for some reason, a thought sprang into her head. “All the other families of senators and politicians, they’re getting the same treatment, right?” Ms. Montgomery nodded, but was quick to add that it was only if they wanted to leave Washington.
Once they’d arrived at the landing pad, they climbed into the helicopter. Their pilot was pale, and pasty; he smelled of sweat and sickness. Ms. Montgomery leaned in, but didn’t climb into the copter. “Your bodyguard – Amy – is going to go with you. I’m going back to the capitol.”
Mary nodded, and when the door shut, let out a shaky sigh. She was treated as if she was a child still, and didn’t object; she never could. As they lifted into the sky, she saw the front of the car they’d been in. Was it blood she saw? The bumps they’d hit…? No, Mary told herself. “You’re just imagining things.”
~~
They stopped to refuel the helicopter, but the place was oddly quiet. They were around forests now, and as they started to lift, Mary saw an area of charred remains. Amy caught her eye. “An old mansion was demolished not too long ago, nothing special.”
About ten minutes later, the pilot began to lurch violently. He turned, and the plan slowly dived, then quickly. Mary screamed, and Amy pulled her gun, telling the man to pilot. He didn’t, but he lunged toward Mary, his face an odd sickly color. He looks dead, was her blank thought; then everything was a blur. Amy began to struggle with the man, to keep him away from Mary. Then, Amy screamed, bleeding. Next thing Mary knew, they had crashed.
~~
Mary stirred, dizzily waking. She felt something beneath her, something soft and wet. It felt like a chest that had caved in… She slowly looked down, and screamed, pulling away. It was the pilot.
Mary stood, blood covering her white nightgown. “Amy?” she called, not being able to see over the rising flames. Amy was pinned to the ground by the helicopter’s door. Her gun was lying near her, and Mary walked to her on shaky legs. “Amy?”
She was dead. And it was then Mary noticed the flames weren't just from the helicopter. They were in a city, and there were small fires scattered all over the place. What was going on?
Mary grabbed the gun, and with one hesitant look back at the helicopter, she entered the unknown.