Feb 23, 2012 19:57
T H I N G S F A L L A P A R T
T H E C E N T R E C A N N O T H O L D
amascut,
rory williams,
applegate,
rue (hunger games),
hellboy,
annabeth chase,
ann darrow,
logan,
buffy summers,
waco kid,
teja,
veronica mars,
sallie reynolds,
katniss everdeen,
olivia dunham,
doc scurlock,
aziraphael,
mary anne bell,
coyote,
burton guster,
artemis,
yrael,
sameth,
will scarlett,
crowley,
skellig,
mal reynolds,
nick sayre,
felix of vale,
val von doom,
river tam,
anthy himemiya,
liz sherman,
annabelle newfield,
atton rand,
leonard 'bones' mccoy,
puss in boots,
illyria,
enzo matrix,
ava wilson,
thalia grace,
raylan givens,
raven,
tyler marlocke,
destruction,
hermione granger,
jack bauer,
the doctor,
splinter,
sariel rager,
michaelangelo,
kate barlow,
dixie cousins,
ben wade,
claudia donovan,
galadan,
john mccabe,
cal chandler,
moiraine,
michael the archangel
Meanwhile, somewhere everywhere: the TARDIS is being pulled inexorably, unstoppably toward something. River does her best to steer the bloody thing, to force an emergency landing. Finally, she feels the exit from the Vortex. All she has to do is open the door and get out, and everything will power down, and the universe will be saved. It takes some creative rigging to override the circuits, but the door unlocks. She pulls them open... only to run into a brick wall. A literal one, sealing off her exit. She looks over her shoulder in ( ... )
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it flick-
it flares up, and out, and then dims
it flares up, and out, and then dims
Between Milliways and the TARDIS, looping in upon itself, an end upon an end upon an end, another firework here where the end of everything is the hourly dinnertime show, Galactus and Unicron fl-
they begin to flicker
the TARDIS flares up, and out, and then dims
It's a busy sky out there; a crowded spotlight. There wasn't really room for one more star.
Slowly, things begin to tip towards it, the
(time might begin to get a little sticky here, stringing out like treacle and then snapping back together)
dark space behind the TARDIS, the shadow between the stars, so very far away. But not quite as far away as it was a moment ago.
(space might start to get a little funny, too)
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And over the skies of Milliways, where so many lights are going out... a new star blooms.
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"...best day ever."
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sucks in on itself, arcs backward, erupts into fire, skips to land in her palm --
Olivia hits the button and hurls it toward the center of battle, then stumbles back a step when it looks, for a moment, like the grenade will land at her feet. A step is all it takes: the weapon hits the far side of the lake with a distant boom.
Sudden realization -- and dread -- weighs her stomach. She turns her face up to the sky as if expecting it to collapse on all of them. A stable soft spot, she used to call Milliways; with that stability gone, it's taken on the physics-bending properties of a true soft spot, only worse. So much worse.
The fabric of this place has worn so thin that it can't support the life it holds.
Olivia, both clips empty, hits the button on a grenade and hurls it toward the center of the battle.
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There's nobody there.
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Above her, a new star blooms in the reddened sky, and she presses the button Mr. Reynolds said would give her fifteen seconds to launch.
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Something like an airborne jellyfish drifts down from above and behind her with deceptive slowness, tendrils stretching out --
-- until a sword blade slices down through them, spraying watery ichor everywhere.
The young man doesn't look like the type to wield a sword; he's wearing jeans and sneakers, and a plaid flannel shirt over a t-shirt with some cartoon character on it.
"You okay?"
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"I'm fine," she says, "thank you -- are you?"
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(He's also not quite as tall as he may have first appeared; he's standing on something that looks like a small throw rug, floating about six inches above the ground.)
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Dragging the side of her arm over her forehead, "You don't have any spare clips for a Glock 22 on you, do you?"
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She's becoming a liability. God, she needs a short-range weapon, she needs to fight her way inside and see if Bar's operational again so she can get more bullets --
(a jellyfish-like creature appears above her, flickers and stutters, explodes, vanishes)
Either that or she needs to pry open the same door the gemstone accessed so easily. But it's like fumbling for a locked door in the dark: whatever she did with the fire back there, she can't do it again on her own.
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She didn't miss how he was panting earlier. Olivia checks her grenades -- three left -- and plucks one free to take aim at a larger mass of creatures further away.
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He rakes a tangle of hair out of his eyes, leaving a smear of yellowish blood on his temple and cheek. "-- and the way the whole place is going Klein-bottle-shaped, I can't tell what all's going on. But it doesn't look good."
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