Awaking - Chapter 1 (Still Deciding)
Story that came to my head while in English.
Chapter 1- Awaking
Luke woke up. That was how a war started, a normal, teenage boy woke up and a war started. No one could have seen it coming; He was the quietest boy in a small town in the middle of England, but now the center of humanity.
He should have died, like everyone else - instantly, not knowing a thing about what was about to happen. That with the death of just under 7,000,000,000 people in a blink of an eye that everything would change, factories went silent, cars crashed, birds burned and turned to dust like nearly every other biological creature in the world. Nearly-they nearly killed everything, only a few were spared.
It was the innocence of the boy they say, that kept him alive. That when all things burned he breathed and slept silently not knowing the fate of the earth was being sealed. But he woke up, then as his heartbeat rose by the slight difference from asleep to awake. They heard him, the breath of life and gasp of hope he gave the world. Fear, not victory was their reward, fear as one teenager woke. Fear found home in the souls of those who nearly just exterminated all life on earth.
Luke was of course oblivious to this fact and just went down for breakfast as normal. Collecting his clothes off the balcony he went downstairs. Sat on one of the dining room chairs and waited for his breakfast that he was sure would come. But it never did, nor would it come ever again, at least not for him.
Slowly he woke up, slowly his senses got sharper, and slowly he started to understand all the wrong things. No cars, no birds, nothing but eerie silence. He walked to the windows and opened one, nothing. He yelled as loud as he could, surprised by how loud his voice sounded. He sat down and tried to think straight. He ran upstairs and saw his parent's clothes still on their hooks. His mum was a freak for being organized so set all their clothes out the night before. Luke knew she would never go out in something different never mind let his dad. Slowly, he opened the door... then shut it and fell to the floor into a coughing fit. As the door opened the smell of decay filtered through the open doorway, as the smell was filtered with the clean air from the corridor Luke got his breath back. His breathing became his own again, with deep quick breaths he managed to stand up. Again he opened the door once more breathing became difficult, for a second Luke wondered if this was what it was like when you were old, but dismissed the thought and continued though the doorway.
On the floor his imagination had prepared him for corpses, with holes in their heads and rotting bodies of decay. None could be seen. There was nothing apart from an empty bed. Slowly Luke crept to the bed, the floor boards groaning as he stepped on them. "One," he counted out loud, "two, three..." and threw the bed covers back and found; nothing. Nothing but dust. Speechless, he walked outside to try to find anyone not knowing that earth had become a huge necropolis.
He stepped out into the darkness and could only hear the silence of death. The trees had withered like old men and the wind seemed to mourn the death of the world with its wails.
He walked along the path. Cars crashed inside houses as if they had tried to get revenge on their owners. The world was silent with only the sound of a boy's quiet steps, as he slowly realized no life was left. The truth, as daughting as it was, he must accept. Then with acceptance came pain. Then with pain came a release as his anger flooded the empty world and he screamed like a banshee to the creatures above.
They heard. They heard his anger fuel the worlds life. As his anger passed though nations trying to find any survivors. None answered his demented cries. None were there to. But They heard, and They feared, and while one boy walked though empty streets with rage swelling his heart- They made plans
They knew though, while rage filtered though the creaks of the earth and filled him, that he could not hurt them. For it was innocence that had saved him and only innocence that could hurt them.
Luke woke up. That was how a war started, a normal, teenage boy woke up and a war started. No one could have seen it coming; He was the quietest boy in a small town in the middle of England, but now the center of humanity.
He should have died, like everyone else - instantly, not knowing a thing about what was about to happen. That with the death of just under 7,000,000,000 people in a blink of an eye that everything would change, factories went silent, cars crashed, birds burned and turned to dust like nearly every other biological creature in the world. Nearly-they nearly killed everything, only a few were spared.
It was the innocence of the boy they say, that kept him alive. That when all things burned he breathed and slept silently not knowing the fate of the earth was being sealed. But he woke up, then as his heartbeat rose by the slight difference from asleep to awake. They heard him, the breath of life and gasp of hope he gave the world. Fear, not victory was their reward, fear as one teenager woke. Fear found home in the souls of those who nearly just exterminated all life on earth.
Luke was of course oblivious to this fact and just went down for breakfast as normal. Collecting his clothes off the balcony he went downstairs. Sat on one of the dining room chairs and waited for his breakfast that he was sure would come. But it never did, nor would it come ever again, at least not for him.
Slowly he woke up, slowly his senses got sharper, and slowly he started to understand all the wrong things. No cars, no birds, nothing but eerie silence. He walked to the windows and opened one, nothing. He yelled as loud as he could, surprised by how loud his voice sounded. He sat down and tried to think straight. He ran upstairs and saw his parent's clothes still on their hooks. His mum was a freak for being organized so set all their clothes out the night before. Luke knew she would never go out in something different never mind let his dad. Slowly, he opened the door... then shut it and fell to the floor into a coughing fit. As the door opened the smell of decay filtered through the open doorway, as the smell was filtered with the clean air from the corridor Luke got his breath back. His breathing became his own again, with deep quick breaths he managed to stand up. Again he opened the door once more breathing became difficult, for a second Luke wondered if this was what it was like when you were old, but dismissed the thought and continued though the doorway.
On the floor his imagination had prepared him for corpses, with holes in their heads and rotting bodies of decay. None could be seen. There was nothing apart from an empty bed. Slowly Luke crept to the bed, the floor boards groaning as he stepped on them. "One," he counted out loud, "two, three..." and threw the bed covers back and found; nothing. Nothing but dust. Speechless, he walked outside to try to find anyone not knowing that earth had become a huge necropolis.
He stepped out into the darkness and could only hear the silence of death. The trees had withered like old men and the wind seemed to mourn the death of the world with its wails.
He walked along the path. Cars crashed inside houses as if they had tried to get revenge on their owners. The world was silent with only the sound of a boy's quiet steps, as he slowly realized no life was left. The truth, as daughting as it was, he must accept. Then with acceptance came pain. Then with pain came a release as his anger flooded the empty world and he screamed like a banshee to the creatures above.
They heard. They heard his anger fuel the worlds life. As his anger passed though nations trying to find any survivors. None answered his demented cries. None were there to. But They heard, and They feared, and while one boy walked though empty streets with rage swelling his heart- They made plans
They knew though, while rage filtered though the creaks of the earth and filled him, that he could not hurt them. For it was innocence that had saved him and only innocence that could hurt them.
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