Alaster went to bed, waking up in the middle of the night to a loud boom. A sound of something exploding? Before he knew it, his room was overwhelmed with warmth, the windows breaking from the blast.
Everything went black after that, waking up a half an hour later, his house wrecked. He went outside to the now wasteland, not caring if he was poisoned with radiation. The town turned to dust and ashes.
He couldn't believe his eyes, sitting on his doorstoop, just staring. Then Alaster thought of his parents, racing inside to check on them. They were on the patio, their faces melted off from the blast, shockwaves, and heat, their bodies mutilated.
Alaster couldn't believe his eyes. He sat beside them. Though they didn't have a great relationship, he didn't want them dead! Not dead! Not dead..
He cried. He cried until the sun went down, and rose the next day.
"Oh god.." He muttered, as he got up and looked back around the wasteland "Oh god.. This can't be real. This can't be.. This can't be." *He stumbled against the wall behind himself. "This has to be a dream.. Then I'll wake up and everything will be fine.." He closed and covered his eyes, taking deep breaths to stop his tears.
YOU ARE READING
Bondage
FantasyA story of a young man, shaped by his parents to be 'perfect'. THERE WILL BE GORE & BODY HORROR ELEMENTS AND NSFW MENTIONS. THIS IS YOUR FIRST WARNING.
