When a person looks up into the night sky, littered with stars, a look of awe paints itself on their face and they think that the sky is black. I don't think they could be farther from the truth. Compared to this, and nothing quite compares to this, that night sky that you grew up under, seems merely gray.
the sky was ripped openand bleeding, lacing like spiderwebs, fiery colours pouring across the velvety pitch black sky. The stark contrast reflected on the people's faces, frozen stiff with fear. It looks like day, for the gash was so bright, illuminating millions upon millions of faces across the earth. My ussually amber hair was bathed in a blood red, running over to my face and hands.
I scamble onto my roof and my foot slips a bit, catching my self on the rough shingles. I straighten up, twirling around to tower over the terrified people, almost completely bathed in red.
I throw my arms open to the Alternates, the wind runs it's icy fingers through my hair.
"Take me"
