26 October, 2050
A discordant cacophony has risen among the major countries. The last nuclear warfare has caused an exiguity in natural resources. Things that were once copious are now limited. The leading countries of the world face the colossal repercussions today with major metropolises annihilated. The third world countries don't even stand a chance at renascence; with municipalities' obliterated, onspicuous establishments knocked down, residences blown to splinters.
Mankind pivots towards the world leaders at aggravation, they cross words at the sepulchres demanding survival, they howl to the ether for their families to come back home. People don't want clarification of megalomaniacs pillow-passing with the hand of supremacy, they want an affirmation that from here on forth, the circumstances were going to get better, they had to, it wasn't a matter of question.
While the first world inhabitants gazed at an impending convergence of reformation; the third-world denuded, individuals; the raw-boned, penurious people gawked at minute scraps of bread with hardened lips. The remnants of opaque melancholia drifted around the sunken euphoria, a trip to the abattoir for a slash at the neck seemed painless.
With escalating apprehension in all sides, a lone sugury blossoms at the foot of the demolished monolith, with cellular mutation in a rhythmic flamenco; a baby is born with freakish powers anonymous to it even, a striking glint of scarlet flashes from its dilated irises.
27 October, 2070
With a whirlwind of a breath, I hasten through the gravel lain precarious pathway, hurtling faster than my weary feet could carry me. Even in such dire circumstances, I will cast my eyes towards the garnet smeared palm that somehow ends up attached to my forearms. That lucid gore glistens with deranged hilarity at me, reminding me of what I'd done.
That look of shock from the youngest of the Masons will haunt me for the rest of my life. I might have scarred that kid for evermore; him staring at the mangled corpses of his parents with the killer, me, standing in the middle of it all, with blood gushing around and a maniacal smile plastered on my lips. That euphoric drug of translucent blood courang through my fingers has subsided now. impassive..
Running through the chestnut rubbed, bumps lanes of the "hood, I sense a feeling of tree Charged with three murders in cold blood, me police ever caught up to me, they'd be more inconvenient than me. After al caught a taste of power you hardly want to go back to that loathsome prison of restraint. It's such an abhorrent idea, to feel cagy within your entire existence never being free enough to do whatever you want.
Typically on a regulad day, I'm preety good at keeping myself scarce, out of the attention of others. I wear contacts so that nobody gets unnerved by my eyes, they say it's not normal to have scarlet irises, but whatever. Ever since I remember, I've known that I was at odds. I could just do stuff even was I young, I could summon any metal and control its motion with the manoeuvre of my fingers. I could feel them breathing through me as if they had a life of their own. When I was 8, I burst into a fit of anger, which transpired in a dog to be flattened by the roadside, pounded by a metallic rod. Since then, I haven't quite explored my abilities; which is why I think it all burst out tonight.
But believe me, it's all on Mr. Mason, he was the one poking on the fathomless cave of grief which guarded my family, or their lack thereof, to be more accurate. And before I realised, I'd just plunged his lavish lapel-pin onto his Jugular vein. And of course, I didn't want him to be alone in wherever he was going and so I sent Mrs. Mason and their elder child to the same place as well. I'd have done the same with Mason Junior, but it was getting quite late at night and I had to sprint. I didn't want any more blood on my hands, it wasn't a shade that suited me.
The red-blue sirens of the police cars sound within ear shot, my feet sprint up with my heart beats beating louder with every passing second. I couldn't get caught, I wouldn't get caught. My heartbeats race against the clock, I feel their footsteps reverberating in the ground, the chaos throbs in my head, and my ears ring with blood-red bloo cackling and then I trip through the alleyways. They were going to get me, they were coming...........
"OFFLINE"
I open my eyes and discover myself in a teal-grey hospital gown, sweat dripping in the cerulean blue hospital bed, entwined with a million wires to my head and my body. A beautiful woman in an aquamarine apron smiles at me with encouraging adoration.
"Well done, dear. How was the simulation?"
With💙
©chrysanthemum
