I opened my eyes.I opened my eyes and looked down upon the earth.
The blood coursing through my veins the only warmth in this land of ice. The wind tore at the landscape, ripping it apart around me. Rocks flew past me like leaves in a windstorm. I watched humanity move as if in slow motion, people screaming and running for cover, unfortunate lives extinguished by flying debris. Blood splattered the ground as their bodies were destroyed.
I felt nothing. I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes and looked around me.
Huge iron fingers reached into the sky, creating a huge cage that I knew would let nothing out. I saw people around me, eyes sunken and haunted, bones ripping through the thin membrane of skin. They were only skeletons, barely covered in flesh. Despair filled the air, choking my lungs with its thickness. I saw a man dressed in uniform. His clean, pressed material contrasting against the filth and death around him. I saw the red insignia on his jacket as he saluted his superiors, his arm outstretche
Fairy talesThe man lay in his bed.
The darkness in the room seemed to eat at his body, turning it pale, limp and lifeless. No pulse ran through this man's body, no electrical currents raced through his brain. Under human definition this man would be pronounced dead without question. One look at the body's cold, white skin would prove this beyond a doubt. Yet no examiner would be able to discover the cause of death because they would never be allowed at this body. This corpse would only be dissected and catalogued by a select team of scientists, a team that would sign hundreds of official papers, declaring that if any of them spoke about what they found, they would be in serious trouble with even more serious people. But the team of scientists isn't the part that makes this particular corpse so interesting, what makes it interesting is that it's still breathing.
Cold sweat covered the man's body; he had never felt so cold in his life. It was like the very memory of heat had been sucked from him. H