Lingering still

I had stayed up late the previous day. And it showed. My head ached horribly, but a job had to be done.

There was a greasy feeling in the area when I arrived. I saw red, shiny dust of sparks gathering up in the air. They flowed like waves in the sea, moving through the motions of the sky. There were pieces of greyish substance lying a top the street and through the walls. They smelled dusty and dead.

Splinters of bone travelled through the distance, flying towards a common puncture in time and space. They reeked of desperation. Then, there were also the sound waves splattered in silence. I could see them sizzling in the wind, carrying pain and emotion.

Spilled, brownish water moved through the floor, the stars and the dark of the night. The red dust was now a thick, slow-moving river running against the current.

Bones were being filled now. And the pieces of greyish meat merged with the river and then they were muscles and skin. I could hear the sound pledging and mixing itself in the silent night. It wasn’t a trumpet, more like a drum. Drumming beats. One, two, three. I could hear them all.

The water kept flying to the mass, circling it and moving through it. Tendons were being destroyed from their entropy state and into real, tangible threads.

Teeth were there now and also were eyes. You can’t ever see an spectacle as that and sleep well in the night again. Thousands and millions and trillions of neurones merged together and developed synapse. The eyes were alive now and could see. And they were filled with dread.

The skin lost its reddish color and was now almost white. Hair (I never noticed where it came from) plowed down into every place of his scalp (for now I was sure the body was a male).

The sound was no longer a drum tone. It was more of a yell. It became obvious he was yelling and why wouldn’t him? I was travelling through his death, ten seconds in the future, towards this moment. I was there to throw the finishing blow, end his life and disperse him through the universe.

Sometimes I hated my job and this particular night, my head ached as hell.