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Darkness, darkness in the light. The cacophony of noise. We were the first to see the confluence of events, feel the tremors, screams, see the Great Light flicker and fade. It just happened so fast. And then there was the great, no gargantuan, explosion. No one seemed to care..... No, there was no one to notice. The world will end in 10 days, we know because we've been there.

Gone

Darkness, darkness in the light. The cacophony of noise. We were the first to see the confluence of events, feel the tremors, screams, see the Great Light flicker and fade.

It just happened so fast. And then there was the great, no gargantuan, explosion. No one seemed to care..... No, there was no one to notice.

The world will end in 10 days, we know because we've been there.

*****

Sunlight was raining in through the opaque window, when I opened my eyes peacefully, for the last time. I swung out of bed and got myself organised for work.

I had breakfast(cold toast and jam), cleansed my teeth, and looked into the mirror. A pair of greyed blue eyes, And a mop of black hair, atop a tanned hide stared back. Good.

"Angelo, I NEED help, for a minute" came my mother's plead. I studied my watch for a few seconds. I had a moment of scruple, and then came my answer. "No".

And with that, I was oscillated up into my Beamer(transporter duh are you from the 21st century!?) I would remember that word no... Forever. And so it all began.

I had no idea my life was about to change. For the worse. Far, far for the worse. -

As I walked into the desolate city, past the spherical high rise buildings, the sumptuous triangular doors. I paused for a moment to view the big screens pitched around the town.

There was a lot of interference, static....bad reception maybe?

"Tsunamis....quakes.....complete contretemps .....shelter....apoca.." At this point, the screens had completely shut down. Nothing serious. Disasters happened all the TIME in my era.

I had been desensitised. I continued on my way, thinking; Time come to think of was almost a living, breathing thing, powerful, beautiful, heartless.

Time transit was impossible, a few seconds into the past, with major handicapping. I mean even I as a scientific dilettante had retention over a prototype machine.

The Grand sovereignty granted as much in the hope on of us would solve time puzzle, but still..I was forced back to reality when....no...it couldn't?

A figure, enshrouded in darkness across the road, who looked very familiar...I was incapable of completely recognising it, but still...," everything is about to change".

The figures lips had remained unmoved. And bus obscured my field of vision, and it was gone.. Nothing but a poor shrivelled envelope slowly falling onto the ground.

I crossed the road and picked it up. Looking back on it I should have left it where it was. Counselling, fear. They were a whole lot more appealing than the mess I was about to get myself into.

And with that, I walked onto the workshop

Work was as good as it could get. The austere light flickering in my cylindrical office room, and I he humming and whirring of machinery, were almost hypnotic.

I decided to have a look at the envelope. Why I don't know. But I did. And It began like this: " darkness... The world will end in 10 days..." My pulse quickened.

This had been an exact replica of my day so far.... Maybe if I read the end I could see into-the future.? I skimmeda to the conclusion. No.i had to fix this.

I looked out of the clear transparent window I had for a wall. The Great Yellow Globe Began to flicker and one...two...three...Out. It had already started. I only had a few seconds.

You see time movement was still possible, despite the consequences-

Like walking through an alkaline. Vision was haze-like, with the edges dimmed, burnt even, like a memory. I saw him....or should I say I saw myself.

All my senses had a burning sensation, a distinct creeping sensation. Now. I had the envelope.... I just had to give it to.....

"order must be restored" came the inhumane synchrony of metallic voices. I knew. This was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. The passing of a bus and I was back. Home. My time.

The end of the world. But the letter! I had acted on impulse! I hadn't finished it off! Little did I know it would have meant the world. If you are reading this finish it.

I looked down at my body, my hands scarred with purple streaks, and my vision impaired... Permanently. So this was the price of a few seconds of bought Time.

I would bear these marks for the rest of my life. Not long at all.

Silence.

It was awfully quiet for the end of the world, where was the rest of humanity? how long had I been gone?

The moon was out, which was the only indication it was some time at night since the Day Star was gone. Then it began at once. The waves as big as mountains. Rain pouring.

Trembles throughout the earth, the fall of the Tallest Tower..... just like Babel. The surreal sight of wraith-like figures walking calmly amidst the flames.

These were perhaps the most terrible sights of all. This was the apocalypse. I just had one thing left to do, I cantered off and I prayed she might still be there.

*****

And thus the beginning came with the end. Angelo ran for home, he ran and ran, but he never made it. The Great wave was too fast for him, it engulfing him entirely.

He felt a deep slumber come over him, his eyelids slowly closing out the world. He'd make it all up with her when he opened his eyes...He didn't. -

*****

So you made it. We're the only ones to have finished this letter me and you. I care nothing for the fall of humanity, nor do I have the slightest qualm for anyone or anything else.

All I care for is that one word. At the end. Or perhaps the start of a new beginning. That word means the world to me. Confused? " Sorry".

If only I could go buy enough time, I'll never forget what I did to my mother, so... well I guess, the moral is... Make It all up...ask for forgiveness, for...for saying no.

Me, I'll regret those words forever. Until the end of Time. For all the most sorrowful altercations spoken or written are; "it might have been". A minute ahead exceeds a minute late.

I know that now. Too late. I tell you one thing; Seek forgiveness, because, you don't know when it'll end.

You don't know what you've got until you're gone.

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