Alexis's words are eclipsed by the throbbing of the sun.

Everything is silent and my visions tunnels. All I see is red red red. The sun is bleeding, gushing, expanding and churning with fire.

And a tremendous force has landed, and the earth shakes slightly with its impact like a rickety old platform for a train.

They're here.

I spin around looking ( Read more... )

I stumble and crash into Dalus's study ( Read more... )

It’s empty.

But it isn’t just the people and machines who are missing; there are no cats, dogs, rats, cockroaches or birds either. The leaves on the trees are browning, as though burned by hot weather. Grass and weeds straining through the cracks in concrete and tarmac lies in shriveled strands. Without its inhabitants, the buildings had ( Read more... )

But still, as these last few days have passed,  I think of Marcus more and more. His wicked laugh, how we’d toss that golden ball around for hours as a game. How we fucked with people’s lives, as a game.  How we made up mocking nicknames for everyone, and marionetted wars among the nearby nations. How we’d kill without mercy. A wild creature is ( Read more... )

How Marcus loved this trick-to flick a tress, change its color. To leave a tan fingerprint on someone’s porcelain skin. A god’s converting touch.

Oh, Cassie. I’ve always known she was lovely; but spilling onto my lap, illuminated by the orange wash of the rising sun and her alluring, sensual visage finally freed from all those ruddy-brown curtains ( Read more... )

"Events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation." ~Eudora Welty.

16 Days Later.

Time: Golden Age of Greece.
Place: Small Island in the Mediterranean.
Status: Still lost. Morale Low. Time seems to pass slower with each day...

We all  make our way into the new setting, a dim and candlelight room consisting of several low futon-esque recliners.

I sit on one and pop open the cork of the bottle.

I feel a wicked grin slide across my face. I'm aware that in this light, I look devilish.

            “Oh don’t be upset, Father, that we hadn’t confided in you,” I laugh softly, “You could have stopped us any at time.” He looks swiftly from Marcus to me, then back.

“Ares, Bacchus, what in God’s name have you two done?” Father drawls irritably. Marcus’s lip curls up into a twisted smile.

“You tell me.”

Father throws his hands up ( Read more... )

We have been accustomed to thinking of ourselves being so advanced, so fucking civilized. But the Greeks, you know, really weren’t that different from us. They were a very formal people, extraordinarily civilized, yet they were also frequently swept away en masse by the wildest enthusiasms: dancing, frenzies, slaughter, visions-for which for ( Read more... )

Alexis all but shoves me aside to start towards the kitchen.

That is one cold bitch, I smirk to myself, but I got to respect that commitment to being so goddamn frosty. All the fucking time.

That's exactly why Marcus and I came back, you know. We were tired of people like Alexis. Those quick to judge, who thought us abnormal. People who assaulted us ( Read more... )