"Modello..." whispered a strange voice from far away. Modello's body laid quiet upon the gelid black that engulfed the room in shadow. His hand planted flat against the ground, they quivered and shook like branches in a heavy windstorm. Modello slowly grew onto his hands and knees, his entire body shook much like his hands.
His head looks towards the front of him. His emerald green irises gazed upon the beautiful face he once knew, Alyssa. She knelled down in front of Modello and grabbed his left shoulder with her right hand. "Modello," she said, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Alyssa..." he mumbled, quiet. Modello reaches his right hand out towards Alyssa's face. But as soon as the tip of his middle finger touches the bare flesh on her cheek, Alyssa disintegrates into sand. Her entire body vanishes before Modello's eyes, disappearing into golden brown sand. Modello drops back onto the ground, knowing full well that she had disappeared from him again.
His face turned to his left, looking into the nothingness. But then he sees something inside the darkness. He sees the world in flames, the city of Avdima smothered in sizzling fire. He was able to feel all the heat bleed from the darkness and burn all throughout his bare skin. His emerald green irises glittered in the light.
The smell of blood and death latched the air in complete madness, the smell rushed into his nostrils. The echoes of screams of terror and fear rush relentlessly into his ears. That was until his ears caught the laughter of an absolute sadist. He heard the quaking laughter boom across the flame lit night.
The end
is only
the beginning...
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Modello stood on his hands and knees, and then stood slowly to his feet. The world of black and darkness quickly transformed into the burning city of loss, Avdima. Flames engulfed buildings where the laughter of the rich would echo and beckon for miles. Bodies of those rich people, including their children, laid beside their parents without the grasp of life.
Blood cried out from under them, whether they were on their back or front. Their lives were lost. Modello's usually emotionless eyes were re-energized, charged with so much emotion. He looked up at the kingdom that once resided the royal family of this beloved city. But just then, Modello heard the solo drum of footsteps coming towards him.
Modello quickly reached towards his left hip for his one-foot long dagger. But he noticed that it was missing. Come to think about it, Modello entire attire was different. He wore white plate armour that looked a lot like Zion's armour and a red cape with the hood down. He still had his braided ponytail and blonde hair. He saw a person he knew coming towards him, Moriah.
Her left hand holding onto her right shoulder, the sleeve that covered her right arm had been ripped off and her entire right arm was cloaked in blood that covered her trail as she walked. She had a large cut above her left eye that cried out blood. When she looked up, her fainted irises lit up. "Modello!" she yelped, surprised. "Is that really...you?"
Modello nodded his head. "Yeah," he replied. "It's really me." She walked over to Modello, but she limped. She had a bad stab wound on her right leg, just above her knee. After a couple of steps, she froze, gritting her teeth and tightly closing her eyes. She had the emotion of agony written like a novel all over her face as her right hand latched onto her right leg.
Modello rushed over to her, about ten steps away from her he was. His footsteps echo across the blazing night. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
She smiled, bearing the brunt of the pain. "It's the worst thing about being a healer." she mumbled. "You can help others, but you can't help yourself. The power of selflessness."
"It's okay," said Modello. "I'm here now." But then, Moriah's eyes widened with a frozen expression of shock masking her face. Modello's eyes widened when he sees the blade pierce right out of Moriah's abdominal. "Moriah!" yelled Modello. "MORIIIIIIIIIAH!!"
But then, Modello's eyes are welcomed back into reality. He was in a room of white. He laid on a bed that felt like granite, and he was wrapped in blankets like a Christmas present. His emerald green irises shuffle over to his left, a wooden table with a vase with flowers of all colors swam in a small lake of water that lived inside the vase.
Light of the sun blasts through the windows made of clear glass. He closed his eyes, his green irises disappear and are taken by the cover of black. He sat up from his bed like a vampire from his coffin. He noticed that his jacket was removed from him. As he stood up, his rock-hard muscular upper body appears, covered in bandages that were cloaked in crimson red blood.
His emerald green irises shuffle left and right, scanning the room. A room with tables about the height of a small child, walls caped in white, hardwood floor underneath his feet, and of course the door that looked right at him. Then the sound of a knock popped into his ear, his eyes fly over to the door faster than a bullet.
The door slowly cracks open, revealing Moriah. Her eyes peer over the room, then slowly tilt over to Modello's bed. When she saw that Modello had awoken, her eyes lit up a bit. "Hey," she said, quiet. "You're awake."
Modello turned his head away from Moriah and looked out the window that gave off blinding light. His arms cross together, wrapping him like a pretzel. "What is it?" he asked, silent as always.
"Umm..." she said, lifting a black cloth that dangled in her hand, revealing that it was Modello's jacket."I got Bart to fix this for you." Modello shuffled his eyes over to Moriah to see what she had in her hand. He doesn't reply, just looked at her. He was silent, let no word out of his lips. No words of gratitude. Moriah swallowed saliva down hard, hating the awkward silence that engulfed the room.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Modello shuffled his eyes back to outside, his emerald green irises watch all the rich people laugh at all the poor people who beg for money. "Your presence deprives me of being so." he replied, his words cold and silent like winter.
"And why is that!?" she yelped, angered. "What the hell have I EVER done to you!?" Modello hops out of his bed, he turns his head over to Moriah, seeming like he wasn't going to reply to her. His emerald green irises pierced into the pale blue irises of Moriah. Modello glared off at her as his feet stepped closer and closer to her until he completely passes her.
Her teeth herd together, gritted together as she shuffled her head behind her to look on towards Modello's back. That was until Modello completely froze stiffer than any popsicle. His arms tighten up and his fingers freeze as if he had been frozen. But then his body just lets loose, relaxed.
Moriah rushed over in front of Modello, her feet hasting fast like a drumroll. "Modello," she called. "What is going on?" Modello remains silent, his face a blank mask.
In Modello's vision, he sees a pale blue sky that shined in the light, gleaming like diamonds. He was in a plain of emerald green grass that seemed to stretch for miles and miles. Modello, all dressed in black, stuck out like a sore thumb. The radiant lantern in the sky beat down heat and light.
But then this world is ripped away by something much brighter and hotter, the blood red flames suddenly bursts out all over the place. They engulfed the emerald green grass, and destroyed everything. The heat was overwhelming, burning right under the skin as if inside the body was a microwave.
The sizzles of flames embracing everything in it's wake grew smoke to reach up and touch the sun. The flames stretch up like tall trees, it was a furious forest of flames. But from the ashes of grass that once lived and thrived here would raise buildings and tall houses made of gild. These buildings would raise out from the ground like zombies from the dead.
These buildings were the ones that were actually on fire. The wood of the buildings popped like fireworks. Modello was in the middle of a jungle of tall buildings that rose out from underneath the ashes of burnt grass that was all you could smell. He was a black sheep in the middle of people rushing away from whatever had befallen upon their city.
"Watch now as you will witness divine punishment!" yelled out a familiar voice, who stood before the crowd that rushed away from him. Modello's eyes then became a flood of focus and intensity. He quickly surged through the ocean of people running away, pushing them away as he hasted through the concrete and wooden jungle.
Suddenly, Modello watched bodies of innocent people fly all over the place with a stream of blood pouring out from them. The echoes of terrified screams ruptured out of the lips of those who fear the Soldiers of Iericho so greatly. "Remember today!" yelled the familiar voice. "October 20th, the day your pathetic city is crushed by the hands of the master of the gods!"
But then the premonition disappears, Modello is hurled back into reality. His hands tighten up again. Moriah looks at Modello with relief. "Okay, so you're back, right?" she asked.
"Yes..." he replies, looking towards his jacket that was still in Moriah's hand. She looks down where he was looking down and she notices she still had Modello's jacket in her hand. She extends that hand out towards Modello. He quickly snatched it from her hand. He stood back up tall and pulled his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.
Once his hands pop out of the holes that end his sleeve, his hands grab onto the end of his jacket and pull down, pulling Modello's head into the darkness. His eyes were blind as he was unable to see anything through the darkness that engulfed him. But then, his head pops out of the darkness like a mole pops out in the Whack-A-Mole game.
Modello then walks out from the room. His mind a tangled mess of thought. October 20th. October 20th was a thing that repeated in his head over and over. October 20th was tomorrow.
The End of Chapter 12,
Next Chapter:
Chapter 13: Inside The Fire
Er... Doomsday tomorrow? That can't be good. Unless Modello's trippy visions mislead him into thinking that Advil's (Yes, I just did
) destruction is tomorrow when someone entirely different actually happens on that date.
Possible ideas:
-The City of Advil builds a Burger King. However, it is shut down within a week, as people find out they are using goblin meat.
-Lerico tries to attack, but Commander Korasi runs up and k0s everyone with her epic sword. (Good fight!
)
-Assassin's Creed 3 comes out.
-Zion comes back to life, but respawns in Falador square in a pvp server and is k0ed.
-Kvetch eats the Stone of Jas!!! (How do you exactly pronounce Kvetch?)
-Disney finally dies. (Par-tay!!!
)
And lastly:
-Zombies of Bee Gees fans attack, with the power to stay alive!
It may happen! ...It might! Well, it depends if everyone has a pair of Flared Trousers or not, but still!
~Seph
"A daydream is an evasion." -Thomas Merton
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
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