Discontinued Version of Running from Eden

Fallen

The world was slow. Her hands, her wings, flailing in her view as she went down, down, down.

Blankness. She couldn't hear the wind in her ears or anything as she normally would. Is this what extreme panic does?

She couldn't even look at Vincent. Oh, poor Vincent. He probably felt worse than Naomi did.

She could have used her wing power. So could Vincent. Why didn't they?

Naomi felt her back slam against something hard. She heard a sudden crack and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The life drained out of her, her cape dulling. The star was on it's last limb.

She heard faint screams cry out. Some at her, some at Vincent, and some just in pure fear.

Naomi stared up. The Vault was blurred in her vision, but she could hear faint cracks as well.

Skylar's blurry mask popped up. She screamed, but it continued to sound blurry. Most people were surrounding Vincent.

Naomi slowly turned her head. She blinked roughly, trying to see what everyone was screaming about. Some ran so she could finally get a good sight of the horror.

Vincent was now a lightless, bald, helpless being. Just laying there, eyes closed. Naomi witnessed the being pop, and out flew a blue, glowing orb. A spirit.

"NO!" Victoria screamed, slamming her hands over her mouth as the spirit quietly honked. Vivian held onto Victoria, who turned and cried into her shoulder. Vivian stared sorrowfully at the blue light.

"No..." Naomi whispered. The spirit whizzed around. Normally, a dying spirit would restart, but he was choosing his movements.

"He's fulfilled his time," The old man whispered, holding his open hand out. The spirit flew over and rubbed blissfully against the old man's hand before zooming upwards, up to the top of the Vault.

Victoria cried more as she ran off into the tent. Vivian walked over to the old man and looked back at the destroyed elevator where Naomi continued to lay.

"Do you think he can finally see now?" Vivian whispered, staring at the tent while the old man faced Naomi.

"His eyes used to never glow through his mask. He's glowing now. I'd like to believe he can see," The old man glanced over to see a single tear running down Vivian's face as she continued to look forward. "Wouldn't you?"

Vivian let out a tiny gasp before rushing after Victoria. Naomi looked back ahead at the vast Vault. Tears streamed down her face. This was her fault. Vincent was dead because of her.

Now what? Skylar was still sitting above her, prodding her to make sure she was fine, but Naomi kept still. She felt herself jump once she heard a loud slam and crack. It echoed, echoed, echoed. Everyone seemed to go silent.

Something was falling. And it was falling fast.