My names Arthur Sunn. 19 years old. studying Biological Scienes in university.
I love space. My favourite subject is gravity.
August 23rd 2023, 9 am. I step out the shower wondering why it's so quiet. I take small slow steps. I grab my keys, the metal twisting into insanity under my fingers. I stare, weirded out.
I use my spare key. I step out. I take a deep breath. My lung releasing a cmoud of weirdly glowing air. I look up. The clouds are still. Peculiar. I listen to the world. The wind is quiet. The people are frozen still. The cars stopped mid rev.
I look around in weird amazement, instead of fear. What the fuck is going on? I think as I take my first step. A sonic boom echoes.
Time resumes. Cars erupt in a cacophony of alarms. I run in fear, leaving behind a destroyed world.
A symphony of alarms and screams erupts behind me as all that remains is shattered windows, ripped eardrums, and half dead men.
After god knows how long, I stop running. I look around. Where the fuck am I? I take deep breaths, my lungs burning, my legs aching.
I take out my phone and look at my location. London? How? Why? When? My head spins as i fail to comprehend the magenitude of my achievemnt. I fall to my knees as my lungs beg for air, moving too fast.
My heart throbs like a drum at an Asian wedding. I take deep breaths, forcing myself into a false calmness. I walk, feeling lost, confused. I take extra care making sure each of my steps is soft, slow, purposeful.
I feel an intense hunger like no other fill my stomach. I feel like I could devour the world. I walk into a bakery I see nearby. I slam my card on the counter and whisper in a weird ethereal, hypnotic voice. Give me everything.
The guy behind the counter, about 5 foot 7 tall, black hair, brown eyes, skinny, stares at me like I had grown horns. I growl.
Did I stutter?
He flinches and starts packing all the food. I stand there, tapping my foot. I take the food and walk outside. I sit on the curb, and devour it. My hands move faster than ever before, but I keep them limited, keen on not causing more damage.
I stand up, feeling full. I use my phone and check the train stating. I buy a ticket and walk in.
I kneel slightly, and dash forward. I still hold back, making sure to stay below the speed of sound. My feet glide over the rails. The world feels slow once again. I read the signs on the rails. I feel exahilirated as the wind smashes into me.
I return to my home town, back to the scene of destruction. I walk back into my home. I pack only the essentials. I take all my cash and cards. I run once again, this time, with a purpose. A destination. A goal.