A way to the stars

The Landing

Part 1 of ??

Edward Gonzales never had any kind of knack or desire to get into one of the expensive addictions that marked people of his age for a really long time, and he took a lot of pride in this fact- Although it came with the obvious withdrawal of having to find something to do once one of his downer streaks common to him, and most of times he would choose to take a nightly walk through the city and towards the nearby park, which was barely indistinguishable from a wild forest.

He listened to the crunch of the twigs and dry leaves underneath his boots with a slight amount of joy, always felt good to hear and feel such nostalgic sound that brought him back to better times, times that weren't even that long ago when taking on account that he wasn't even that goddamn old to be thinking of the 'old times', he'd never share those thoughts with everyone after failing to send the message every single time he tried however.

With a bit of a misty sight, the dude would raise his gaze and look through his various locks of long hair to stare at the clear, starry, beautiful sky before him, completely adorned with a full moon that had helped him walk through the unsafe night... so many stars, universes, lights... opportunities, to be seen from such an insignificant place such as his, chances that he wouldn't be able to take any more at this point in his life.

He saw something just at the corner of his field of sight, something bright and fast- like a moving airplane, wait, no you stupid piece of shit that was a shooting star, shooting stars aren't airplanes they're meteorites or space trash moving at ludicrous speeds... right? Yeah they were. As his mind spaced through thoughts he twisted his mouth a little and let his eyes squint at the beautiful sight before him; he'd wish for something if he believed in such things in the first place.

But as moments passed, he noticed the bright light... got stronger, and slower, and every moment that passed just made this little but terribly important detail more visible and hard to watch.

His eyes widened in response and his hands fell out of the pockets of his heavy jacket, staring dumbfounded at the strength and speed of the light going... maybe way TOO close towards his general vicinity, and once he took note of this he took a sharp turn away from the falling meteor and began his panic-fueled sprint away from the damn thing, beginning to both feel and hear the huge spatial object going at hundreds of kilometers towards the land close by to him.

He'd, obviously, not manage to get to a safer place before the full strength of the falling object hit the ground, making a ridiculously high sound alongside a bright light that he would not manage to directly see besides watching his own shadow get distinctly stronger. The tremor that came down onto him -and the entire city nearby- would hit him like a literal truck, and in turn he'd lose his entire balance the middle of his fearful sprint, tripping on a rock, landing on something sharp that struck his knee and finally smashing his entire upper body against a tree, striking his head hard enough to stun his brain into a sleeping state

The entire city would be shaken by this event, the strength of it managing to break the windows of several buildings that weren't even around the park at the moment of the crash, and with it, the sleep of everyone would be ruined... and for some, this was going to be a god send.

He'd manage to look around his dark surroundings for a moment, cursing the fact that he might as well die alone in the middle of nowhere before sinking into a deep darkness, the ringing in his ears never fully going away.

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Once he woke up he would have no actual sense or hint of what happened at all, his brown eyes groggily fluttering until he could see before him... somewhat, everything looked blurry as fucking hell, and he could barely see from one of his eyes for some reason- quickly and in a panic he'd raise two fingers to softly feel his eye socket... and no, that didn't hurt at all, yet, his slight relief would be ruined by the fresh blood he'd see on those same two fingers and at cue he felt a obfuscating pain on his scalp that made his head throb following the beat of his own heart.