Post by zane on Mar 6, 2010 20:44:04 GMT -6
New York City. December 20th 2012. 11:50 AM. EST.
A young man is seen amongst a crowd being evacuated from the city. His black hair flowing in the breeze. Suddenly, music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHqo2FDJSU0&feature=related) starts as the camera begins to fly upward toward the sky. As the first chorus ends, the title card is shown and the music fades out.
It's All Over
The camera continues to fly upward. Suddenly, a large red object is seen in the sky. Almost like a red moon. The huge thing seems to be headed straight for the city. The camera returns to the boy. He has pitch black hair that flowed in the wind. His eyes seemed to completely contradict each other. His left eye was a cool relaxing green, while the other was black as coal. He had a handsome face and a normal build for a teenager. He had headphones on, they were connected to an mp3 player at his hip. Alongside the player was a gun and sword. He moved in the opposite direction of the crowd, seemingly TOWARD the epicenter of the crisis. In actuality, he was headed for Long Island. He continued to walk. His concentration unbroken. Soon, he came upon his target. A nice building, a school. He walked in, knowing exactly what he was looking for. He broke down the doors and windows with ease. Before finally finding a living person. The other boy was tall-ish. With brown hair and eyes that matched each other. The black-haired one stuck out his hand and helped the brown-haired one up, they then began leaving the school. Immediately after their leave, the school smashes into itself. Leaving pieces of dust and rubble in the air alongside smoke and debris. The black-haired one spoke.
Glad to see you made it.
His voice was deep, but at the same time; soothing. He spoke with a sarcasm nearly undetectable. The older one then spoke.
Thanks. That....was a close one.
Never thought I'd be savin' YOUR ass.
The younger one began to walk toward the southeast. With another destination in mind.
Zane. Where the hell are you going?
...........
Zane turns his head toward the older one. A small grin on his face.
Georgia.
A young man is seen amongst a crowd being evacuated from the city. His black hair flowing in the breeze. Suddenly, music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHqo2FDJSU0&feature=related) starts as the camera begins to fly upward toward the sky. As the first chorus ends, the title card is shown and the music fades out.
It's All Over
The camera continues to fly upward. Suddenly, a large red object is seen in the sky. Almost like a red moon. The huge thing seems to be headed straight for the city. The camera returns to the boy. He has pitch black hair that flowed in the wind. His eyes seemed to completely contradict each other. His left eye was a cool relaxing green, while the other was black as coal. He had a handsome face and a normal build for a teenager. He had headphones on, they were connected to an mp3 player at his hip. Alongside the player was a gun and sword. He moved in the opposite direction of the crowd, seemingly TOWARD the epicenter of the crisis. In actuality, he was headed for Long Island. He continued to walk. His concentration unbroken. Soon, he came upon his target. A nice building, a school. He walked in, knowing exactly what he was looking for. He broke down the doors and windows with ease. Before finally finding a living person. The other boy was tall-ish. With brown hair and eyes that matched each other. The black-haired one stuck out his hand and helped the brown-haired one up, they then began leaving the school. Immediately after their leave, the school smashes into itself. Leaving pieces of dust and rubble in the air alongside smoke and debris. The black-haired one spoke.
Glad to see you made it.
His voice was deep, but at the same time; soothing. He spoke with a sarcasm nearly undetectable. The older one then spoke.
Thanks. That....was a close one.
Never thought I'd be savin' YOUR ass.
The younger one began to walk toward the southeast. With another destination in mind.
Zane. Where the hell are you going?
...........
Zane turns his head toward the older one. A small grin on his face.
Georgia.
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