~Tournament Of Calamity~(DISCONTINUED)

~Chapter 1~

An explosion rocked the room softly, sending tainted speckles of dust down from the rafters. The particles shimmered in the golden beams of light, struggling through the wooden blinds. On a bed in the far corner, a figure shifted uncomfortably, pale hands grasping at the covers. The room
shuttered again, a thunderous roar spreading through the ground.

Dull green eyes snapped into view as the figure tumbled from the bed, hands flailing to catch the floor and roll them hastily to their feet. They checked their wrist, skin paling further. They scrambled across the carpet with frantic movements, wood of the door snapping against the wall with flying splinters as they tore outside into the hallway. The harsh beeping started up moments later, ear piercing shriek emanating from 
smoke alarm-like fixtures overhead.

"John?!"

A petrified form was already standing at the other end of the hallway, 
massive shirt draping down to her knees.

"It's alright."

John didn't slow down, skidding to a stop and imputing a command into a small wall mounted panel.

"Lilly, get the key."

The foundation of the house shook with another tremor, the alarms dying down as everything cut out with a jagged, electronic beep. The house went dark. Lilly’s contacts shimmered with a metallic whirl as red tinted emergency diodes activated, spilling light into her view. The sunlight behind her faded rapidly into a sickly orange, before being snuffed out. It wasn't sunlight at all.

Her flashlight gaze glanced off the digital clock in the kitchen, time frozen 
in place.

2:30 in the morning.

Her hands were slippery with sweat, doors and cabinets flying open as
her search grew more frantic. Her wrist watch blared a dead black encircled with red text, screech silencing as she slapped at it haphazardly. She didn't want to look, but her eyes caught the number regardless. Something she wouldn't have believed even if she had had all the time in the world to 
double check it.

200 feet.

The windows split with the next vibration and flash of light, glass crawling with necrosis as the horizon light again flickered, clouds of warped dust vaulting past. Dishes within the cupboards were lobbed against the far wall of their containers, rattling with deafening clatter. Lilly flinched backwards, hands flying up to shield her face from several whipping shards of shattered glassware.

At the other end of the house, John slapped the control panel back closed in a cold sweat, again checking his wrist.

"Immediate Vicinity – Splice Light Visible."

He input a command to stop the beeping, rushing into the kitchen.

"I can't find it!"

Lilly's voice was strangled with mute terror, her shaking legs barely able to support her.

"It's alright! Where did she leave it?!"

He tried to remain calm, immediately going for the cabinets she hadn't already checked, before yelling upwards.

"SAMS, route us to the emergency line! Danna Matthews now!"

"Dial Danna Matthews now?"

SAMS’ voice glitched through interference, an off kilter female tone.

"Yes to confirm."

"Yes!"

The drawer clattered to John's feet as he tore it out.

"Emergency line!"

The voice hissed with static pops, John's eyes flicking nervously to the hatch door, archaic LED panel shimmering with a dull blue hue.