Milo began to stir and come to. His eyelids weakly lifted open as a pulsing pain appeared in his head, right behind his eyes. He hacked a gut-wrenching cough as he tried to sit up. Fully sitting, his hands supporting him, he looked around him. Rubble. Nothing but rubble. Rubble of the home he used to live in. Rubble.
Rubble. Rubble.
Rubble.
Rubble.
Rubble.
Rubble. Rubble.
Rubble.
Rubble.
It was everywhere. Consumed the land he once roamed as an innocent and carefree child. Gone were his memories of the place he once loved and cherished.
A thick smog blanketed his vision, a putrid smell wafting through his nose as well. He heaved another cough and tried to stand up, his achy legs shaking.
Taking a few steps around, he observed the neighborhood he once knew; it was consumed with debris, ash, fire, and was plagued with silence. Had he caused it?
A wail broke the silence, Milo turning around as he tried to locate the only other human being around. The shrill scream continued as Milo realized it was coming from a pile of stone and logs nearly 70 feet away from him.
He dashed towards it, the pile surrounded by fire. He tried to heave away the logs and stone to get to the lone survivor, besides him. The arm of his mother shoots from the pile and tries to help in freeing herself of the trap.
Pushing away the final wood beam, Milo collapses to his knees as he coddles his mother while she heaves for air.
Her brown eyes stare deep into Milo's soul, while she uses the rest of her remaining strength to part her lips and speak; "Why... my son..." She gasps, the life fading from her eyes. She knew it was not his fault.
"I never meant to be the villain, I just wanted to save the world," With that, a tear rolled down his cheek as the world burned.
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accidents happen
Randomac·ci·dent /ˈaksədənt/ noun 1. an unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury. [original short-story] NEOTOKYO WRITING COMPETITION
