Tourist Shotby
MelethiaComment by K3Master: It was a day, like any other day. The sun was rising, and had just cleared the rooftops to shine down on the masses gathering for their morning tea and coffee and scones, and whatever else was the pleasure of the people starting their day. So it was when the first few people looked up an saw it.
Over the rooftops it came, the giant hovering... thing. Pure black, seeming to suck in all the light. The first few people to notice stopped suddenly, to stare, in awe and fright and disbelief. Some broke through the shock to grab for cameras. Others finally noticed the people looking and glanced up themselves, and were then entranced as well.
It advanced slowly, this thing. This massive hovering disc of blackness personified. Those that stood there watching it could not tell if it was an object, or some kind of advancing nothingness. It seemed to be both there, and not there. It seemed to be both round and flat. Then, without a sound, it stopped.
Now, most of the people in the streets had noticed it and had gathered and were standing around in an awed sort of silence. A few whispers slid through the crowd, but it was as if nobody dared to speak. They barely dared to move. Then, a strange humming began. It felt as if it came from within their very heads. Slight, at first, like the noise of an old television that was on, but not connected to any input. Just an annoying little buzz in their minds. Then, it began to grow, to change in decibel and pitch, to become both louder and lower, increasing more and more each and every second.
People began to grab their heads, their ears. Some screamed, some moaned in pain, some in a sort of disturbing ecstasy. Most of the crowd dropped to their knees, crying out in anguish and pain.
A sudden pulse came from that hovering mass of black then. A pulse that was both light and not light. Like a sound wave rendered visible. It came from that thing, and as it passed down to the city below, as it passed among the people gathered there, they were suddenly blown apart, turned to ash, and scattered on a wind that shouldn't have been able to exist.
They were obliterated, each and every one, and the deep and resonant humming ended as quickly as it had began, and the blackness began to retreat, and the sounds of emptiness in the streets reigned free.
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