Air choked out of her lungs as the heavy hand slammed into her
waist from the behind. Hell wrapped around her as her equilibrium
threatened to crash. With her mind reeling, she turned around in
danger's arms and snapped her wrist back, surging it forward in
one fluid motion.
Time. What is time? It is nothing. Time as
we know it doesn't exist. To think that as we relax on the couch,
watching the TV and eating a bag of popcorn, in some alternate
universe, we are the past.
Her pursuer easily dodged, his head snapping back as his body
went along with the movement. As his body bent in half, his arm
around her tightened and he pulled her struggling mass down with
him. They fell to the ground with a thud that terrified her very
being and she fought against the crashing in her ears. With her
palm clenching into a fist, she allowed him to roll her over. As
her back met with the concrete floor, she begged to the gods that
this would not be her last fight.
The adrenaline rush from a fight was amazing. It sent her on an
extraordinary high. Pressing her lips together in a tight line,
she struggled. Her attacker sat on her waist and she took the
chance. He leg kicked out and her knee slammed against his back.
The force sent him toppling onto her as she caught him off guard.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she twisted as his arms
flailed. The echoing snap shattered through the heavy rain.
...Time is what we made it to be. Time is
our existence. Time is an excuse.
"Sorry honey. Time flew by and I didn't
notice...Please forgive me."
"Sweetie, your birthday party is going to
start soon. Don't worry. Everyone will be here on
"Ah see! I'm
exactly on time! And to think you gave me a lecture on
What a joke! Excuses, excuses, excuses. And
who's to blame? Time. Time is a convenience. Time is non
existent. Time is a lie...
She pushed the man's carcass off of her, feeling dirty. Rubbing
her hands on her jeans, she looked down to the body of the man
she thought she knew. Feeling the wind brush through her tendrils
of obsidian hair, she looked around. The decrepit apartment
looked like the perfect dumping spot. Rough, ashen walls with
weathered stains and graffiti all over them; a wall enclosing the
entire estate off and leaving it for dead; overgrown shrubbery
that cut through her feet; three-storey
once-an-apartment-building with shattered windows and a rickety
Shaking her head, Pandora walked away from the body and
approached the building. The heavy rain poured down on her as
thunder cracked and lit the sky. She tentatively reached out and
touched the wooden beam keeping the ruined porch in place. The
smell of death clouded the air and she held her breath as she
inched toward the door. Putting her hand on the knob, she
...To think, as we walk through the days and
mourn life and our past, we are the future to ourselves in
another dimension. To think, they are suffering through what
we suffered through... if only we could change the past.
Well, the past as we know it...
Pushing past the door, Pandora walked into the hall. The smell of
decaying wood and rotting flesh assaulted her and she took a deep
breath, shuddering as she did so. Glancing around, she noticed
the decaying walls, molten with dirt; shattered glass lay at the
bottom of the simple staircase leading upstairs. Walking across
the simple oak floors and feeling the splinters across her bare
feet, Pandora stepped onto the marble steps -a huge
contrast next to the rotten interiors of the apartment.
Pandora reached the next flight of stairs and walked across the
hallways, hurrying her pace as she heard running footsteps behind
Racing across the hall, she reached the door at the very end of
the hallway and threw it open, bounding into the room. Giving the
plain and empty room only a split second glance, Pandora ran and
barged into the balcony. Looking down, she smiled at the trench
cut just deep enough to kill a person.
The sound of stumbling footsteps and manly pants came from behind
her and she turned around. Pandora turned to look at her once
dead assassin, Lohon. A slow smile spread across her face as she
climbed up onto the rails.
"Pandora...please, don't. I beg of you, please. I love
you, Pandora. Just...don't."
Pandora smiled at her lover for the last time and waved at him.
"Goodbye, my love. Take care of the sacrifices." She mumbled and
let herself go.
The fall was a long one. Lohon's tears cascaded down his face as
he watched Pandora fall slowly, her hair whipping through the
cold breeze, her arms spread, her simple white dress floating
around her in a halo of pureness. Clenching his teeth, he swore
and looked up at the sky, his pride melting away under the impact
of the thunderous storm.
The thud of her body smashing onto the floor was sickening.
Swallowing back his bile, he tripped over to the railing to just
look at his lover's face once more.
It was mangled. No longer was she the Pandora he knew. Her blood
pooled around her and washed away into nothingness. Her eyes
closed, her neck bent at an odd angle and her arms and legs
twisted; he knew she was gone.
Pandora was dead.
And the ritual had been performed.
...To think, we are the present...no, that
isn't right. We aren't right. We are nothing but creators. We are
nothing but deceivers.