Finding Time

Chapter 8 - Demi Space 2018

Her friend did not look at her through the entire practice. Demi felt slighted, but bringing it up to the other two girls, they told her that she should have understood it would get her friend upset.

When she woke up from her reverie, she had found that there were no more dancing and drinking celebrities. Everyone at the pool deck and victims straight below were dead. Bodies littered the ground. The other celebrities were nowhere to be found, except medical crew and now noticeable television camera crew.

"What is the cause behind these mysterious attacks? Why would someone deliberately cause a scene, and what kind of message are they trying to send to those that are watching at home?"

The camera zoomed in on some sheets hung over where the bar once was.

"What is that?" whispered one. "That was not there before" whispered another.

"Ladies and gentlemen" said the announcer, it appears that there has been a motive in the attack."

"They are coming" said one flag.

"All of the elite must die" said the other.

"The people of Earth must prepare themselves for the end of the universe" said the last.

Demi, already in shocked, stared incredulously. For, on one the flags, was a picture of a grey alien face. Either this person was a complete lunatic, or they actually believed that aliens were talking to them.

Such an event could not be rationalized from.

Demi, however, was not the person to rationalize.

She walked aimlessly among the dead bodies, down the abandoned elevator. She found floor 27, being drawn to it like a sieve. For that was where Luke's room was. Demi was surprised, but not surprised, to find the door open. She saw there that Luke held Emma, naked int he bed.

He turned to her, grabbed her by the wrists, and kissed her.

"What about Demi?"

"What about her?" breathed Luke.

He rubbed her neck. She sighed.

"You make me feel things. Things that no other woman has made me feel."

"Not even your ex?" asked Emma.

"Not even her. You're a real woman. You're not like other girls. You inspire me. You're sexy" he said, kissing her neck, "Innocent and vulnerable," kissing her breast. "Alluring," kissing her navel, "lovable" kissing her

Demi turned away. Her cheeks flamed with fury. She stomped away. She slammed the door to her room. Demi didn't know what to do with her hands.

They began to flap.

She reached for blades and lied down. It would be easy. Everyone thought she was crazy, so why not end it now?

Save everybody the trouble.

She thought of them kissing, and her hot body flooded with poison.

She slashed herself, and that was not enough anymore, she opened the door to her balcony in preparedness to jump. She looked at the clouds below as she heard the cackling of celebrities drinking their drinks together in restaurants and the faint sound of music beginning in the auditorium. She prepared to jump, but some voice told her to wait. Then she heard the scream.

"Help! The captain is dead!"

She shut the door, no longer wanting to be sucked into the Earth's atmosphere or die of oxygen deprivation.

She turned on the television.

"What are the motivations? Will they strike again?"

The captain had previously gone for a meeting with the crew on the safety of the ship. He was drinking in an abandoned area of the lobby. They had left him to take a nap, for he was stressed, only to find his throat slashed open. Blood littered all over his clothes. His glass shattered all over the floor.

His wife cried and screamed over him horrified, wanting to put the pieces of him back together. Everyone tried to hold her back, but she wanted to through herself at him.

"Don't touch him. We could still save him. Don't you see? Why would anyone do something so horrible? Answer me!"

She turned off the television and read the story of Anna and the cloud-ship.