Post by Celestial on Nov 25, 2009 12:43:39 GMT -5
We have a death. I killed my first character and while I honestly wish I could summon up more emotion in this scene, it is more to do with my character being bland than anything. I'm going to have to fix him in editing.
A bomb exploded not far from us. There was panic and I, in fear poked my head out of the van to see what was happening.
There was a zeppelin bomber above us.
It flew over us silently, not minding the shots being fired upon it. I ran out of the van and towards Ramiel where Catherine was already trying to untie it from its bonds. I leapt up and tugged at the ropes but they were tightly secured, all ready for the journey.
Some of the soldiers were already setting up artillery guns but those would take too long. The zeppelin was wrecking havoc upon the camp, not caring what was happening. It was like an avenging angel that descanted to inflict the wrath of God upon us.
I took a look at the artillery guns and thought about the problem long and hard. If they could adjust the main barrel and perhaps support it with some-
“Hey you, what are you doing?!” one of the soldiers screamed in horror. I looked up and put my hand over my mouth. Feathers was walking nonchalantly towards the zeppelin but unlike the time in 1915, he was smiling as though he was just enjoying a walk in the park. I watched in horror as he stretched out a hand to try and touch the zeppelin as it unleashed another wave of bombs.
“FEATHERS darn YOU!” Catherine cried out. She jumped off Ramiel as quickly as a cat and urgently running towards the boy, reaching out her arm to grab him.
He did not move, he only smiled at it. From this distance, I saw him mouth a single word.
“Birdie,” he whispered. The bombs fell. Catherine ran towards him and I ran towards Catherine. I knocked her to the ground and kept both of our heads down as the bombs made contact with the earth
The world became one bowl of noise. It echoed around us as the searching heat of the explosion flowed over. It lasted for eternity and never seemed to stop.
When I finally lifted my head, Feathers was gone. A patch of blood and flesh lay in his place at the bottom of a tiny crater. He had been completely wiped off the face of the earth.
Catherine crawled out from beneath me and in my shell shock, I did not mind her. She sat there, tears running down her dirty face. I felt my eyes and without any surprise, found that they were wet.
It was as though I was watching a terrifying dream. I leant on the ground and felt the tears run down my face without any inhibition or thought, just grief. The earth shook as the ground crew gathered around us, although I could not tell what they were doing.
I looked up at Catherine but she was still facing the bloody crater, her face in her hands. Steams of muddy tears poured slowly from between her fingers, dripping into the ground and mixing with the mud. I collapsed in grief and wanted to scream to the sky by no words came out. Vulnerability and helplessness were all that I could feel in every single cell of my body. My eyes kept hovering over Feathers’ horrific remains as though trying to convince myself that this was real.
Catherine stood up, shaking and walked back to Ramiel with Klaus speaking to her hurriedly. I felt two hands beneath my shoulders and I was hoisted into the air onto my feet. Slowly, I climbed back onto the truck, still convinced that I was wondering through a dreamland.
There was a zeppelin bomber above us.
It flew over us silently, not minding the shots being fired upon it. I ran out of the van and towards Ramiel where Catherine was already trying to untie it from its bonds. I leapt up and tugged at the ropes but they were tightly secured, all ready for the journey.
Some of the soldiers were already setting up artillery guns but those would take too long. The zeppelin was wrecking havoc upon the camp, not caring what was happening. It was like an avenging angel that descanted to inflict the wrath of God upon us.
I took a look at the artillery guns and thought about the problem long and hard. If they could adjust the main barrel and perhaps support it with some-
“Hey you, what are you doing?!” one of the soldiers screamed in horror. I looked up and put my hand over my mouth. Feathers was walking nonchalantly towards the zeppelin but unlike the time in 1915, he was smiling as though he was just enjoying a walk in the park. I watched in horror as he stretched out a hand to try and touch the zeppelin as it unleashed another wave of bombs.
“FEATHERS darn YOU!” Catherine cried out. She jumped off Ramiel as quickly as a cat and urgently running towards the boy, reaching out her arm to grab him.
He did not move, he only smiled at it. From this distance, I saw him mouth a single word.
“Birdie,” he whispered. The bombs fell. Catherine ran towards him and I ran towards Catherine. I knocked her to the ground and kept both of our heads down as the bombs made contact with the earth
The world became one bowl of noise. It echoed around us as the searching heat of the explosion flowed over. It lasted for eternity and never seemed to stop.
When I finally lifted my head, Feathers was gone. A patch of blood and flesh lay in his place at the bottom of a tiny crater. He had been completely wiped off the face of the earth.
Catherine crawled out from beneath me and in my shell shock, I did not mind her. She sat there, tears running down her dirty face. I felt my eyes and without any surprise, found that they were wet.
It was as though I was watching a terrifying dream. I leant on the ground and felt the tears run down my face without any inhibition or thought, just grief. The earth shook as the ground crew gathered around us, although I could not tell what they were doing.
I looked up at Catherine but she was still facing the bloody crater, her face in her hands. Steams of muddy tears poured slowly from between her fingers, dripping into the ground and mixing with the mud. I collapsed in grief and wanted to scream to the sky by no words came out. Vulnerability and helplessness were all that I could feel in every single cell of my body. My eyes kept hovering over Feathers’ horrific remains as though trying to convince myself that this was real.
Catherine stood up, shaking and walked back to Ramiel with Klaus speaking to her hurriedly. I felt two hands beneath my shoulders and I was hoisted into the air onto my feet. Slowly, I climbed back onto the truck, still convinced that I was wondering through a dreamland.
