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The Asencion of Phobos

"Impeach the President!"

"No War for Oil!"

Other shouts rose up ans signs and placards of every hue of the rainbow sprung up in the crowd. Seattle was ready for the President to arrive, and wanted it clear, they wanted him out of office. Police stood by, just out of sight, but riot gear in hand.

Upon the signal over their radios, the police stepped around the corner, ready to disperse the crowd violently if necessary. One officer shouted over a bullhorn. "This is an unlawful demonstration in a restricted area. You have one minute to begin dispersing, or arrests will be made. If you resist, force will be used."

At this, a wave of angry shouts swarmed from the protesters. A few began to disperse, not wanting to get arrested. But from deep within the crowd, a glint of orange launched, smacking against the transparent curve of a riot shield, and exploded in a loud cough of flames. The officer dropped his shield, and started punching and battering his own head and face, which had caught ablaze.

A few more of these launched, then several fell from gunfire shot from the crowd. At this, the police puled their sidearms, and began shooting into the crowd. Lead filled bags, rods of wood, and slugs made of rubber flew straight into the crowd, intending to stop this vicious and uncharacteristic onslaught from what was known as some of the most peaceful protesters in the nation.

The violent ones ducked fast, and crawled out of the crowd quickly, hoping they wouldn't get caught in the crush or by the police. As they did, one wooden baton, fired from a shotgun, whizzed over one's head, and slammed into the chest of a pretty blond teen. She went down, holding her ribs where they had broken with several dry twig branch snaps. She fell, and immediately panicked, wanting to avoid getting stampeded. She started to get up, when one panicked protester kicked her broken ribs. One wickedly sharp fragment pierced the left ventricle of her heart, causing her to lose consciousness and die.

Also unknown to the police force at large, several of the less than lethal clips of ammunition had been tampered with. The first round or two were the riot control ammunition, the rest regular ammo made to appear like the nonlethal variety. Many more protesters fell dead.

Finally one officer realized something was seriously wrong, and screamed for a cease fire. The crowd had dispersed, but it looked like the death toll was going to be disastrous. At least seventy bodies littered the ground, appearing dead. twice that many were screaming in agony, coughing up blood, or holding onto various limbs. One large fellow was trying to hold his intestines inside of him, where a dummied up 12 gauge slug had ripped him open from the backside.

As the police slowly advanced, to see who could be saved from this nightmare, a blond girl slowly lurched up, and started staggering towards the police. Others that they could have sworn were mortally wounded rose as well, and began wandering. Some seemed to go to friends close by, while others went to the police, hands outstretched, eyes pleading for help. All were moaning and groaning, as if in severe pain.

One officer realized something wasn't right, and raised hig gun, but choked back a green wave of vomit, as he saw the pretty blond girl reach the man trying to hold his insides where they belonged, and start pulling them out. He spewed forth his egg sandwich into his gas mask as he saw her start shoving the intestines into her mouth and begin tearing at them, trying to eat them.

One officer went to a pair of other girls, one with half her face obliterated from another gunshot, and went to try to calm her down. They both caught a hold of him, and started biting and ripping at his gear. With a choked gurgle, he felt one finger pierce his Adam's apple, and rip his throat wide open.

Reluctantly, the police, who were in shock, tried helping the kids as best they could. Some fell, others wounded, and a few pulled their sidearms and recommenced firing.

When the ambulances arrived, the death toll was at forty three, and well over a hundred were taken to hospitals for treatment. Another ninety eight were taken to mental facilities around th city, as something in their minds snapped, and they attacked anyone that came near them.

On most of these patients were small crystals pinned to their jackets, crystals that were found on a shrub like sculpture they had passed on their way to the protest.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 1st, 2008 06:06 am (UTC)
drooling for more
looks like your feeling better. glad to see you back and writing. great stuff here. as always i cant wait to see what you have for us next. (tickel9 the lazy bum)
May. 16th, 2008 12:53 am (UTC)
So is this being continued?
May. 16th, 2008 01:18 pm (UTC)
Yes. I'm just trying to work out the next steps. Mind you, the muse does not speak every day.
May. 23rd, 2008 08:48 am (UTC)
3 months since the last update.

If the muse doesn't speak everyday, you might want to consider slapping her around some and see if that'll loosen up her tongue a bit
May. 23rd, 2008 01:31 pm (UTC)
I've already put the muse on a rack and flogged her. No success thus far.
May. 23rd, 2008 09:34 pm (UTC)

I enjoyed your earlier works and was hoping this one would wind up semi-finished as well...

All joking aside, I do hope inspiration strikes eventually.
May. 23rd, 2008 12:51 am (UTC)
Okay good to here it is being continued. Very nice so far I must say.
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