1 Heartbeat

Beyond the ancient oak windows, soft city lights glowed, getting dimmer and dimmer as time slowly passed; Allowing phosphorous moonlight to spill into the dimly lit room. A majestic view appeared as the city lights faded into darkness. No clouds could be seen in the star-speckled sky.

Rows upon rows of towering skyscrapers stretched for as far as the eye can see; leaving nothing free from mankind's destruction. A full-moon hovered above the luminous cityscape, where the red blinking lights of the distant radio tower twinkled in the night.

I could feel my heartbeat... Every single and powerful pound within my chest. Not through my ears, that were preoccupied by steady, smooth and angelic music, but I could feel it. I couldn't sit still, I had to but I couldn't. This great pounding. This great pressure; every beat. The slow, powerful beat seemed to torture me from within. I could feel it. That hateful beating remained, alone in this house with me. I can still feel it: beating, pulsing, thumping.

Slowly, the gargantuan crystalline structure that towered, at least, three thousand feet descended above the lunar lake was both Menacing and bewildering to behold. A myriad fractals of light reflected off of the frosted glass, as it touched the silver moonlight emanating from the full-moon, giving the monolith an eternal, spectral appearance.

I was reacting; it was reacting. Not only mine, but theirs as well.

I daren't move.

I daren't breathe.

I'm frozen in place.

I can still feel the powerful, erratic heartbeat from within. The pounding, beating, pulsating heartbeat.

The hairs on my arms stand to attention, as a militia of chills march down my spine.

Is...There is something wrong. The beating gets louder and louder.

There is something wrong. The sound is intolerable, becoming more and more emphatic as time slowly drags on.

My breathes become deeper and deeper by the second.

Black cloud sprawl across the sky, billowed in from the west.

Their brassy glare drains the colour from everything that had beheld it. Leaving everything monochromatic in the faltering light.

The air grows heavy and the humidity presses down, suffocating.

The scent of rain is dark and heavy. A stillness falls over the world, and from within the silence comes a low crackle of thunder. A streak of hot silver spits across the sky; signalling the beginning of the downpour.

Like an eraser the bullets of rain obscure the world from prying eyes as it erased the world from existance.

Leaving no one and nothing...