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Somewhere in Berlin, Kingdom of Prussia, November, 1999.
Gilbert Beilschmidt was walking through the snow covered streets of Berlin. The cold winter had been seemingly dragging on for weeks, although that didn’t stop the citizens of the recently formed Kingdom of Prussia from enjoying themselves.
The sight of young children playing in the snow made the Nation feel good to be alive. After living through the hell of having to survive through years of fallout and the still-unknown fate of his brother haunting him, the snow seemed to be a nice change. “Anything to ease the pain…” the albino thought to himself as he continued to trudge through the snow.
Prussia sat on a bench that was overlooking a small park. The Nation was snapped out of his inner thoughts as he saw a group of children following a young boy, who looked like he was around 7 or 8 years old. Gilbert knew something was up when i
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No child asked the question alone.
“What’s happening daddy?”
Their other parents hug them, while the one’s they asked the question don’t really know the answer.
“. . . The world is breaking.”
The orange cracks were everywhere.
Deep in the sky, past the voids between the stars.
Right in the air above, their draining of everything giving a constant wind.
“Why is everything broken?”
Every question kept running farther away from an answer.
“ . . . Cause everything breaks . . .”
Moons high above all the eyes watching them were taken away, insides bleeding glowing orange and yellow into the cracks that took them.
Things and worlds together . . . not even swallowed, taken . . . taken into nothing.
Soon there wouldn’t be anything . . .
“Fix it daddy!”
There weren’t anymore answers, only loss of understanding that hadn’t been there to begin with.
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I shook my head. Regardless of how many times I told him the man was deaf, Jenar still insisted on trying to rouse him by shouting. Luckily, we - meaning 'I' - had dragged his limp body far away from the ruined deli and the crowd that quickly gathered on the street. Leaning against the wall, I scraped with my knife at the chunks of blood caked under my fingernails. If the action of dragging him across the pavement didn't wake him up, nothing would. At least he was still breathing, although weakly.
Jenar leaned against the wall next to me. "Well, I've done all I can do."
I spat a bitter laugh. "You didn't *do* anything."
Jenar said nothing for several seconds. I put away my knife and turned to face him. His shell-shocked gaze was miles away, his face slightly ashen underneath the heavy coat of grime. I didn't like that look. A cold chill ran down my spine, making me shiver all over, and my stomach twisted hard. I wished those dreadful memories would just
The Cantina Initiative: Moonlyte Murders #3"CJ it's not the door!" Dray shouted, excitement in her voice, She spun out into the hall, slipping on as she went to catch CJ before she opened the door, 'Its not the bell." She reached CJ, grabbing her hands gleefully, "Its not the door."The Cantina Initiative: Moonlyte Murders #37 hours ago in Short Stories
CJ stared, "I literally just said that Dray."
Dray leaned in closely, "Its the relay."
CJ paused, the two of them turning to face the coat closet beside the door, a look of joy on each of their faces. CJ let go of Dray's hands and eagerly watched as Dray opened the closet. A moment of tense silence passed as Dray unburied her relay from the piles of CJ's junk, Dray making sure to glare at CJ every time she turned around to hand off a knick-knack or project that CJ had started and never finished. Finally Dray managed to reveal the very alien looking set-up in the back of the closet. It glowed an eerie green, casting strange shadows across Dray's face as she began activating it.
"I wonder what it is," CJ grinned, "Aliens? Witches from outerspace? Its
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“Where are you going?” Aiko asked.
“Not sure,” I answered.
“Well, promise to come back.”
“Of course, I promise,” I glanced at her.” She smiled.
“Oh, wait, you need clothes that won't get sand in them.” She put a thick scarf over my neck, “This especially, your neck has
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"Mai..." Jenar's tremulous voice trailed off.
What the hell were we doing? They would to torture us and kill us and- My back hit the wall and I cried out, in surprise more than pain, then covered my mouth. Despite my earlier confidence, I was sure we were going to die. Still, I resisted the urge to flee. We could have just left their man and run for it, but it didn't feel right. The Rebels at least deserved an explanation, didn't they? Shit, what were we doing?
The door swung open, sending a beam of fluorescent light across the dark space. I moved to shield my eyes, but stopped. Two of the largest men I had ever seen stepped through opening, each carrying a rifle, which they pointed at our faces. I raised my hands over my head. Suddenly, my bladder was full. The man aiming at me had a nasty, diagonal scar crossing the