Powerless - w4w
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Date: 2007-08-19, 11:27PM EDT
You: Watching it happen
Me: Facing the madness
I wait until all I can hear are the screams that float in the night air.
The people that were so busy, so obsessed with their search, are gone. Chased away by the fight. My footsteps echo in the through the open building. If they're waiting for me, they'll find me now.
I race up the street. Trying to get out of the city. To the mountains.
As I pass the garage, I see a man standing there. Staring at it. Waiting for it to open.
I stop to look. The man on the corner spins his prayer wheel.
The hair on the back of my neck rises. I start to run. It's too late. A thick arm reaches around me. A sweaty hand covers my mouth. I try to fight. To get away.
I try to dig my feet into the ground and watch as they're dragged across the pavement.
You chase after me. After them. Hissing
Powerless to do anything alone.
I watch as the door opens. The words written on it blurring by.
McElroy. Garage. F.
They drag me down a hallway. Dozens of doors on both sides.
I hear somebody fumbling with a lock. Struggling to remember the combination.
fourteen twentyfour fifteen
The door opens. The room is dark. I hear chanting.
Praying.
Feathers fill the air.
I'm forced to the ground. My hands free, I search through my bag. For something.
Anything.
My hand grasps the finger. The room fills with the light of a half a dozen monitors.
I computer sits on an altar. Glowing. Screaming.
I feel my head splitting into a thousand pieces. My mouth fills with blood.
A deep cry rises from somewhere inside of me.
Drowning out the pounding in my brain.
Everything goes black.
I'll bseeingu
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