This City Never Sleeps At Night

14 - So Much Falls Apart Really Fast

TW: Death(Offpage), terrorism

"I'm scared..."

They both were, though neither admitted it often.

"I'm here."

"I'm scared we will always be here."

"I promise, we'll get out of here."

"Tell me that story again... The one about your cat."

"You never tell me anything about your life."

...

"Blue?"

"I've never told you anything because I can't remember."

Miko, Persephone, and Tommy were talking when the sky lit up.

They could be described as fireworks, if fireworks tore into the community house and scattered debris and smoke into the sky.

How much TNT...? How much did it take to do that level of damage?

"What the fuck...?" Tommy asked in shock, hands trembling. "Wh- What's going on?"

Willow, who had been talking with Wilbur froze, petrified. "Oh Primes... Oh my Primes..."

The air was wrought with explosions and screaming. Wilbur's eyes followed a smoldering piece of debris in horror.

Persephone seemed to be the only one not frozen. She stepped back, in shock and awe at the sight unfolding in front of her.

I have to do something- She thought to herself frantically. Wilbur started twitching frantically as Persephone ran in the direction of the smoldering building.

"Where are you going?!"

It sounded like either Tommy or Miko, but Persephone didn't slow, reaching into her pocket as she ran. She needed a disguise- Even a mediocre one would work.

She ducked into a nearby alley which was deserted, probably because everyone was evacuating. Stands and stalls littered the sidewalks, and that's when Persephone remembered the date.

November 2nd.

Día de los Muertos.

Or, Day of the Dead.

On the plus side, there was make-up just sitting in the stalls... Practically begging to be used... And would make for a very good alter-ego. Persephone grabbed a few color paletes without looking at the colors and sprinted behind one of the stalls.

She had grabbed a couple greens and a gold.

"It'll have to do..." She muttered to herself, opening the palete and picking a sponge up off the ground.

She dabbed it into the green and dabbed it on her face. Her inner conscience was screaming, This is no time for make-up! People are dying!

But a disguise was pretty much necessary. 

Once the green was spread somewhat evenly on her face, she used her finger and the yellow in an attempt to make a somewhat viable olive branch my her eye. Someone in the distance screamed and Persephone decided enough was enough. She pulled her hair back and spread her wings, beginning to fly away just as Wilbur tore around the corner, yelling her name.

She didn't stop to look at him and instead just flew towards the tower of smoke in the near distance.

The destruction was terrifying. Piles of rubble crumbled off of the community house as smaller 'aftershock' explosions went off. Buildings around were nearly crushed.