There He Stood...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
He was falling from the sky, but he was no angel.

Submitted: May 18, 2014

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Submitted: May 18, 2014

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The sun burns brightly in the sky, people scurry around basking in the newly found sun that will notoriously only last a few days. The motorways are rammed with people travelling around for a day out or trying to reach their holiday destination. I however am doing neither. I am running...not literally becuase im in a car and this isn't the flintstones but lets just go with it. My light brown hair that is normally fixed in place is blown in all directions as the wind flows freely through the drivers window. I glare at him through the window his eyes are fixed on the road but i can feel them watching me. His black suit catches the light and clings to his skin as he sweats nervously. His red tie flaps wildly over his enormous shoulder as the wind catches it. He reaches for the window button and holds down so that the window rises quickly to the top cutting off the annoying draft. The aircon clicks on and the car goes silently down the straight road escaping the troubles behind. The man sat next to him turns to me to ensure im alive and i give my old friend a thumbs up. His gigantic body turns back to face the road and look for any suspicious activity. His eyes peer forward anticipating whats going to happen almost as if he can see in the future. His hair is flat free from the annoying draft earlier it looks almost perfect...just how its meant to.

I run my rough hands through my soft delicate hair. I am honestly surprised it hasn't fallen out, from stress, yet. My gaze returns the window and i watch the peaceful hills of the peak district roll by. Sheep graze and trees stand tall and still in the glorious sun. Roadworks ahead cause me to let out a loud sign and the guard driving peers through the wing mirror at me to see if im alright and the guard on the left spins quickly, also to see if still alive. I don't bother with the thumbs up this time i just return my gaze to the window and glare out. Countless cars drive by their drivers all concentrating on the road but with smiles spread across their faces. Unsettled and jealous i look up and the almost empty sky. One cloud sits in the middle no taking any distinct shape and almost not moving across the sky. Sometimes i wish i was a cloud, imagine not having to do anything all day apart from maybe rain on people to upset them and at the end of the day you can just say \"You know what I've had enough\" and move to a different location to bask in the sun.

It has been almost two hours and we my legs grow numb but we are free from the roadworks. My driver speeds up, knowing that I grow impatient. I continue looking out the window wishing i had a simple life like those passing us.

My gaze is averted to something high up...very high up. What is it? The huge sun blocks my eyes from fully focusing as i concentrate on the little speck in the sky. It grows larger as it moves towards the ground. A uneasy feeling of dread rises within me. As it caught up? My guards seem oblivious to the little object falling from the sky. My car pounds down the motorway at the direction of my driver. My body is leaned heavily against the door straining to get a glipse of the object...the thing falling from the sky. It seems to be aimed straight for the road ahead and i wish for my driver to notice it and stop my car but yet i say nothing out of the knowledge that if we stop we'll never know what is falling. I gasp, not outloud but in my head. Immediatly unable to move or look away i sit in the back and gaze at the thing falling from the sky. It is speeding up now. Not far from the ground it races down. Before slowing down at about the altitude of a block of flats. It is clear now. The man redirects himself to his destination. He has no parachute. He has nothing to protect himself with.

My heart pounds nervously. Fellow drivers slow down in shock, their mouths distraughted with fear and disbelief.

Time slows.

His hair blows rapidly around as he falls. It isn't particularly long but yet it is completely caught in the wind stuck up like someone from a cartoon. He is knelt down as if examining the ground but inid air. His right arm is extended down towards the ground, his fist screwed into a huge fist. His face...his face...his face! My heart stops at that moment.

Why haven't they stopped? \"What are you doing!\" I shout at my drivers \"Stop this instant!\" My driver turns completely away from the round. His eyes black...his full eyes are black! His mouth is twisted in a wicked smile. He lets out a hearty laugh before my other guard joins him. I stare at them shocked and scared. There are no more cars beside us...it was just us. My guards turn back to the road and ignore me completely now. I am sat in the back holding myself as far away from them as possible. My arms outstretched and legs at either side of the car.

The man continues to plummet to the ground. He is no higher then a normal house now and not far away at all. Our car carries on towards the falling man. The two men sat in the front are oblivious of the dangers they just sit their with their wicked grins spread across their faces.

I cry out for help...helplessly.

And then there is a huge bang and the falling man returns to the ground with enormous force which send huge chunks of concrete flying up around us. The car jolts back as a huge shockwave collides with it before carrying on. The car drives steadily over cracked ground towards the center of the collison. The car slows down and the guards sat in the front flop onto the dashboard completely lifeless now...but still with their sinister grins spread proudly over their faces.

A huge cloud of dust and other rubbish clears slowly as i sit still in my car petrified.

And there he stood in his black suit and bright red tie completely unscathed. His face was set like rock glaring at me with a menacing look that immediatly let me know i wasn't to escaped this one.

There he stood drawing me out into the open.


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