God's Spawn Innocence Fades

Chapter One ~ Falling Apart ~

Chapter One ~ Falling Apart ~

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So I'm floating here in space as the world is being torn apart.  

Air howls and swirls into the oblivion of the super massive vacuum cleaner. The water below me is a blue bed sheet being torn from the floor of a kindergarten fantasy. 

Ocean liners and battleships buckle and warp. Rivets spray shotgun blasts as steel hulls burst at the seams. Whales, schools of fish, sharks, the reefs, everything is sucked in as the hole starts to grow.

Black holes, the majestic trash compactors of the universe.

Soil and sand slews into the mix, rocks and snow, everything. Skyscrapers that towered above us along the city streets, now giant steel darts whizzing past. The rubble of civilisation ripped into the screaming void. Pavement and people, traffic lights and road signs, bitumen and bricks, concrete and cement, picket fences and garden gnomes, cars, buses, trains, trams, bikes, it all cascades into oblivion.  

Everything is nothing, no more.

He floats here with me on the brink of annihilation.

"This doesn't make any sense. We should be sucked into that thing before the rest of the world. We're the closest. Gravity doesn't just pick and choose. How is it that we're still here?" I ask him.  

"I think you know why," he says.  

"How can I even be talking to you? All the air around us has been sucked into that thing. Sound is the vibration of air particles. This makes no sense," I tell him.  

"It makes perfect sense," he tells me.  

"How are we even breathing?" I ask him.  

He just laughs at me.

He floats here telling me,  

"You have not tasted sweet until you've tasted sour.  

"You have not lived until you have died.  

"Without your past the present means nothing."

"It's all pointless," I tell him. "It's just a straight line with a hole at the end."  

"No," he says,"it's all inextricably linked. A loop if you will."  

"More like a Mobius strip," I say. "You go round and round along the same shit path until it wears down and breaks apart."

"Without me you would mean nothing Zao. Through contrast we see the value in things," he says.

I tell him, "You're talking paradoxical bullshit.  

"You're not Gandhi  

"and you know where you can shove it."

He just laughs and says, "Whatever. It will all be over soon and we can begin again."  

Oh joy.  

Oh goody.  

I can screw up again.

"Will I even remember?" I ask him.  

"Remember what?" he answers my question with another question, typical. 

He just smiles at me as the vortex pulls on us. Big and leering, his grin warps a foot away from his face, and for a moment he's a cheesy batman villain.

A moment is all we have.

Things started out so simply. I was just another teenager going through high school, being bullied, falling in love.  

"How did it come to this?" 

I ask him this as we float over the abyss of destruction.

He just smiles at me and says, "the oak tree."

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