For it was the wind of her beauty that swept me off my feet: a radiance of magnificent perfection. She was a hurricane of splendid bliss only calmed by temporaries of our society. Her shallow mind was too young to comprehend the affairs of emotion she had ensued. Nevertheless, she glimmered like rippling waves tinted orange below a grand sunset we call love. She was amongst the most powerful, most infectious, most blinding, most beautiful disease of accidence. It crept slow but steady. With every twirl she created I fell deeper and deeper into her orange tinted abyss trickling below the grandiosity of that sunset she hadn't yet admired. For I knew of it's existence therefore I was maddened by her immaturity. But then I felt the wind again, and I couldn't help but get caught in the hurricane.
I wanted to feel numb. Instead, I felt a pulsing fire in every muscle of my exasperated body. Run. Run faster, is all I can manage my brain to allow me to think. Nothing more must worry me. Especially death, if I died, how would the ones I love live? My depleted small family is bound together like a line of dominos assembled by a child. One push too far, and the first one goes down. But it doesn't stop there, the rest go down; one by one, until they have all fallen to their lowest point. I am the first domino. Ironically, my name is Domini, I am first born of my original family, making me the oldest, and "leader" of my new "family". Seventeen years to gain experience and maturity doesn't seen like enough in the modern world, but that world doesn't exist anymore. The future that was to come was definitely not paradise.
With all my might I wanted to just quit, I wanted us all to fall at the same time. But the game doesn't work that way, and our... Alliance would never either. We are too strong to accept failure or give in. Failure sounds right though in this case.
Run, I remind myself. You need to try! Stop letting them inside your head!
I know they probably have fallen back behind me a good mile or so. Looking back will only make me slow down-it's not an option.
It's around 1AM; time doesn't serve the same purpose anymore, it works around us. We don't work ourselves into a schedule around it.
It's so dark, but I can still tell where to go, I've been down this road-or trail-too many times to forget. It rained the previous week for several days. The mushy ground was muddy; yet, I still had traction from the rocks.
So far all I've heard for the past hour is my own constant panting. It was putting me in a trance; repetition: breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, and out. Focus! Everything was happening like a dream, no, a nightmare. Only half a mile to go, then I will reach my safety. For the ones following, if I'm lucky, they'll reach their final death.
Lucky, it rings over and over in my mind. As if I said it out loud and I was unsure of my voice-it sounded foreign.
I see a flick of odd light to the right in my peripheral vision. It's red, I can't tell what it is but it gives me a pain of a harsh distant memory.
It's coming fast-too fast for a human. I'm puzzled, and my feet slow under me. It turns blue every other second. The two colors switch, like taking shifts. I don't understand. Is this another trick? A trap? A set up?... A rescue?
I feel tears filming my vision, the light is so bright in this darkness it burns into my tired eyes. I'm blind...
Then it hits me. No, literally, I was hit by the lights. That doesn't make any sense. It was hard, metal like, it had some give but still felt like a wall was thrown at me. I rolled over the rectangular thing that came at me. I felt crushed on the cold earthy ground. The lights lay next to me, the wall is nowhere to be seen. In the last seconds of my consciousness, I realize what the object was. But the trance took over me, in between the flashes of light, I go under.