The scene changed...
I stood in an attic, wearing nothing but a ragged loincloth. Voices could be heard from below. Curious, I put my ear against the floor, and the voices became a bit more discernible, "We can't keep her for long." said one voice. "Then we'll start with her family, capturing them will destroy her. " said a deadly calm voice. "What about Malice and Cootes?"
"Well, there wasn't much use to those two anyways. "
"So we'll reach her place tomorrow, sharp at 7. Any questions?"
"What do we do with her?"
"Sigh. Let's just say we'll give her a test of a lifetime... "
The scene shifts again...
This time, I wake up from my day dream completely. I look around, dazed. Then it clicks into my head. Clock tower. 7 am. Dead end.
Tick.. Tock... And a bell rang.
As if on cue, the clock struck 7. The gears clicked in place, and the rope I had tied cut off. Time slowed down again. I could see the rope slithering off like a snake into the air. A dull thud emanated from many feet below. And a deafening explosion.
The C3 had opened.
All around me, fire engulfed the place. The tower itself shook and began to fall apart. Another explosion. Every house within a 1 mile had been torn apart. Including my own.
I smiled at my own cheekiness. As I fell into the oblivion. And kept falling... With the fragments of the tower.
I closed my eyes and the fiery blizzard disappeared at once. Instead I was greeted by a warm glow, an aura of happiness and light...
And thus, was the end of my part of the story. It's game over for me I s'pose...
