[NT] - Resolve
The Proposition X headquarters are empty. Flyers lie abandoned on the desks and scattered on the floor. A single phone rings for a while and stops. The receiver is thick with dust. The doors are locked. The shutters are down, and graffiti now adorns the outside. It's quiet as a ghost here.
*
Twenty miles west, Simon Trask jerks and twists on his hospital bed as copper veins rise and fall through his skin. He cries out in his sleep, but no-one answers.
*
Five, nearly six thousand miles east, the air rips open below Akkaba, on Pharoah's Isle, on Ile de Graye, in the Temple of the Twelve, where eleven lie waiting in the cocoons of the Rose of Reformation, dropping Illyana Rasputin (Darkchilde, Empress of Otherplace) and the Crimson King (the Red Queen, Madelyne Pryor and who knows who now) into the dust of ages. Three seconds, and seven hours later.
Beyond the horizon, eight light-minutes away, the very first glints of dawn leaps forth.
*
Twenty miles west, Simon Trask jerks and twists on his hospital bed as copper veins rise and fall through his skin. He cries out in his sleep, but no-one answers.
*
Five, nearly six thousand miles east, the air rips open below Akkaba, on Pharoah's Isle, on Ile de Graye, in the Temple of the Twelve, where eleven lie waiting in the cocoons of the Rose of Reformation, dropping Illyana Rasputin (Darkchilde, Empress of Otherplace) and the Crimson King (the Red Queen, Madelyne Pryor and who knows who now) into the dust of ages. Three seconds, and seven hours later.
Beyond the horizon, eight light-minutes away, the very first glints of dawn leaps forth.