Post by Cody Travers on May 22, 2013 10:59:29 GMT -8
A revving engine soared down the highway. White blurs making it past traffic, swinging left and right through passing cars. Up and down the lanes, as people honked their horns. Most would mistake this for normal traffic down in this section. But this van, was different.
Pulling to a stop, the wheels would hit the curb faster than you could say "Taco." But moreso than that, two men dressed in black suits emerged from the sides of the van, each door slamming with equal force. The men adjusted their ties, before moving to the back of the vehicle. Opening the double doors slowly, the men peered inside.
"Here's your stop. Get out."
A figure slowly emerged. Ducking under the doorway, to be blinded by the setting sun. He'd slowly hop out, grinding his teeth much to his dismay as he looked beyond the gates he spied.
"Be back at the issued address at Twenty Two Hundred."
No response, but then again, no time was given for one either. The men quickly piled into the sides of the truck, taking off, leaving Cody there, standing. Staring out over the distance to the rubble and ruins, greeted by nothing more than grey and black. Destroyed.
"Is this it?.. Is this all that's left?"
Footsteps approached the building, or at least, what was left of the old building that housed so many problems so many years ago. Kicking aside some gravel, he stared up at the broken clock.
It was, indeed, as though time had stopped.
".. Did the German bastard finally do it? Did he win?"
He continued to speak to himself. Nobody home, after all.
A blazing crow soared overhead. The sunset reached it's depth as it pulled itself down. Kicking another set of rocks aside, looking for some sort of maybe life.
But the grounds were devoid. Soil tainted. Dreams, broken in pieces on the ground, everywhere..
Just a memory, now.
Seemed like ages ago, people were fighting over the school.
Now.. What was left, was going to be his.
Pulling to a stop, the wheels would hit the curb faster than you could say "Taco." But moreso than that, two men dressed in black suits emerged from the sides of the van, each door slamming with equal force. The men adjusted their ties, before moving to the back of the vehicle. Opening the double doors slowly, the men peered inside.
"Here's your stop. Get out."
A figure slowly emerged. Ducking under the doorway, to be blinded by the setting sun. He'd slowly hop out, grinding his teeth much to his dismay as he looked beyond the gates he spied.
"Be back at the issued address at Twenty Two Hundred."
No response, but then again, no time was given for one either. The men quickly piled into the sides of the truck, taking off, leaving Cody there, standing. Staring out over the distance to the rubble and ruins, greeted by nothing more than grey and black. Destroyed.
"Is this it?.. Is this all that's left?"
Footsteps approached the building, or at least, what was left of the old building that housed so many problems so many years ago. Kicking aside some gravel, he stared up at the broken clock.
It was, indeed, as though time had stopped.
".. Did the German bastard finally do it? Did he win?"
He continued to speak to himself. Nobody home, after all.
A blazing crow soared overhead. The sunset reached it's depth as it pulled itself down. Kicking another set of rocks aside, looking for some sort of maybe life.
But the grounds were devoid. Soil tainted. Dreams, broken in pieces on the ground, everywhere..
Just a memory, now.
Seemed like ages ago, people were fighting over the school.
Now.. What was left, was going to be his.
