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Brent_SComment by K3Master: The City slept peacefully for most of that night, before the lightning came. It was like any other storm, in the beginning. The clouds rolling in off the waters, the atmospheric changes that signaled, deep in the human conciousness, that there would probably be rain. Not that the people in this city were strangers to rain by any means, but there was something different about it that night.
The first flashes of electricity arched through the skies about 2am, in the darkest of the night, when the city was finally settling down and most were at home, snug in their beds, dreaming of new days and the morning light, and the hopes and fears and joys and sadnesses that occupy all of our minds. It arched through the skies, in tiny bursts at first. Then larger and larger, with thunder building to deeper and deeper crescendos, and then it began to come out of the clouds, and it touched down on all the lighting rods on every building. Then, without explanation, it began to bypass such flimsy safety devices and began hitting the walls and windows and the very ground itself. Wherever it touched, little pulses of light exploded outward, and windows shattered and concrete burst outward in a shower of deadly shrapnel, and the very air seemed to burn.
For two full hours the lightning came down, and when it ended, the clouds remained, and the rain poured down, and the silence... the silence was deafening.
And in every little pocket of destruction, the thousands upon thousands that littered the now devastated city, there was movement. An unfurling of mass and ichor and limbs and an utterly alien life, and in every one, like a switch being flicked on somewhere, blinked two glowing points of an unearthly red glow to life.
It wasn't long, after that, that the screams began, and the city was torn apart.
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