Ziggy Stardust clasped the tiny little backpack to his chest as he stepped out of the vehicle that had just ferried him from the airport to here. The world was about to end.
He marvelled at the thought. Just a few hours ago, he'd woken up and stepped out for a breath of fresh air after flipping open the WiFi switch and he'd been immersed in the sunrise when his phone literally exploded with a barrage of notifications.
He'd run to the phone in a frenzy and the Code Red alert had just been sounded. All hell, had broken loose.
Ziggy, worked for the FireWater Intelligence Bureau, the FIB, that was a privately funded organisation that held an unbiased view of the world.
Much like the Diamond Dogs from the Metal Gear series, the organisation worked to preserve the order of the world and it didn't work on the basis of what government to support, what country to kiss-ass, none of that bullshit.
When things got out of hand, the FIA set it right. A new world Illuminati if you will.
There had been a prophecy that had set this into motion. The founder of the FIA, in 1963, had come across words strewn across a hundred year old slab of stone, in an archaeological site two hundred feet below-ground. They'd snapped a mugshot-like picture of it, and taken it out to analyse. It was in an ancient lingo of some sort, Ziggy didn't care what or how, but he knew that they'd taken it to the Rosetta Stone and broke open the words, and now they all had an english translation of it that he'd memorised at initiation.
He rang up the boss and held the phone to his ear, as he bundled up a few clothes and snapped the backpack shut. The phone balanced itself on his shoulder as he stepped out of the door.
"Hello, Ziggy?"
"Yes, boss."
"Remember the prophecy? Yesterday part of it came true."
"Which part?"
"The first part."
"Oof."
"Get here. ASAP."
Ziggy hung up and his mind floated toward the prophecy. The words were fixed into his head and he didn't have to look too far to find them.
The Eternal Prophecy
The end of the world, will commence,
When Love shall take control,
When Love shall take control and,
The blood shall thence pour,
Staining the mud of the earth,
Tearing it apart,
If the end of the world,
Need be stopped,
The world must flip its axis,
And turn the other way round,
Five days after these words
Have held and taken their hold
That is, the only way,
The only way there is,
Before everyone shall dissipate
And Love shall take control.
Ziggy inhaled as he thought of the last few words, "Love shall take control" didn't sound that bad, but "everyone shall dissipate" did.
He shivered against the slight cold draught that blew into him as soon as he turned the air conditioner on. He started the vehicle and hit the road.
Soon, he was careening off the main street on the way to the airport.
He had the private jet details and entry codes in his mail, and he hummed a tune and drove on, very well aware, that the world he knew and Loved, might just not exist anymore, in another five days.
YOU ARE READING
A Tangled Mess Of Things.
Mystery / ThrillerA traverse across the multiverse, in an attempt to find more to life than what exists at the moment.
