04-19-2014, 05:51 PM
Chosen? Awaken? He was asleep? Before words could even form in his throat, the ground shattered like so many shards of glass. The world around him began to fade as he voice swallowed him whole, no where to go, nothing to grab.
It was weightless, a head-over-foot sort of tumbling, helpless and final. He reached out into the blackness, fingers spread wide. Ice, from the tips of each finger to the tip of each toe. The numb, cold emptiness overwhelmed him, and he let it. There was none of this Will the being had spoke of, not in that moment. He let the void take him, there was no fighting it.
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Mobius woke with a start, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Everything was shapeless colour, vision swimming as he lifted his head. One hand came up to cradle his temple, both to ease the vertigo and to assess that yes, it was actually still there. The room hummed with a dim red glow, and that…was unnerving. He couldn’t recall having emergency lights. The sharp chirp of a phone startled him, reminding him of how absolutely silent it was around him.
It took him more than one try to find his glasses, and then he grabbed the phone. It rang in his hand, too-pleasant, for a few more moments before he answered it and put it to his ear. It both makes sense and doesn’t. First, this wasn’t his phone. Second, he didn’t know who was on the other end. The voice was unfamiliar. When he tried to point this out, the voice ignored him.
The message played on.
Possessed, he let it play to his conclusion. Upon which he stood slowly from the bed to look, briefly, at his window. Where was Remmington? He heard not pattern of tiny puppy feet. That, perhaps…that worried him the most.
He found his jacket not far from where he’d been laying, long and thick and white, and shrugged it onto his shoulders. The weather was never something he agreed with, always cold, and he was grateful for the long coat. He glanced again, brief, at the phone in his hand before shoving it back into his pocket and making his way down the stairs. Park. His home seemed…untouched. That made the phone call even more bizarre. How had he gotten the phone, did someone just break in, leave it, and leave him?
Answers in the park. It took him a moment to get his bearings, however, once outside. The sky was…an angry, awful red. It brought Mobius pause, forcing his feet to stillness as he watched the lava-like clouds roil above him.
Somehow he figured this wouldn’t be a good day.
The park was easy enough to find, drawing him like a beacon. He didn’t pause once he reached it, looking instead for others. Some minutes later he saw a girl walking, and as she was the first person he’d seen since he woken – commuters included – he decided to head in her direction. At least he would have company.
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