Behemoth (IC)
Jun 8, 2014 15:09:29 GMT -8
Post by Penny Royals on Jun 8, 2014 15:09:29 GMT -8
I’m starting this journal on March 24th, 2014, at 12:52. This journal is/was the property of Angel Marie Dantes, age 20, daughter of Sergeant Andrew Dantes with the NYPD, if you find this without me, congratulations! You’ve found the journal of a dead civilian who has no idea what’s going on.
I guess I’ll try to explain what’s going on to the best of my abilities, and I’ll try to not get scared writing this all down… about two hours ago, the city erupted into panic. I didn’t have a class today, but I went off to Starbucks while Papa went to work, and I was in line when a crowd of people started running past the shop – a LOT of people. People started to leave the shop to figure out what was going on – someone grabbed my arm and pulled me out with them into the street, people were shouting about monsters and conspiracies and there was a mob of people crowding and pushing and shovingand there was blood all over the sidewalk where people had fallen, I didn’t want to be caught up with them in case I fell but I didn’t know how to get away at that point because the lady who had my arm was really strong and I got pulled in with them. But I was able to look back at one point, to just see the skyline far away rising with smoke and an orangeish glow. All I could think about was, what if this is another attack? What if 9/11’s happening all over again and any second now the dust clouds are going to flowing through the streets and we’re all going to die? Where’s my father? Is he okay?
We kept running, but the lady and I were at the edges and were able to break off into another alleyway. Other people had the same idea, there were about ten of us total running down the side ways. We couldn’t see anything, but some of the people were saying they had seen more than I had, that they had seen flames over the bay. Some of them got the idea to go into one of the buildings, to gain height to see what was going on. The whole of us got into one of the taller buildings, a white man with a burly mustache said he worked here and we could get up to the top flood and look through office windows. We took an elevator, despite the warnings of a thin, lanky latino who rushed over to take the stairs. The man with the mustache directed us to an unlocked office, and we crowded in to see Her (next page) on the horizon, in the water.
I don’t know how long we stood there and watched her. It seemed like centuries past of her just standing straight, before one of her arms lifted and her eyes opened.
Her eyes were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I’d draw them, but I fear I won’t be able to do her justice at all. I’m not even sure I can describe them with words – ethereal, monstrous, awesome, striking, terrifying, Elysium – nothing fits them or the feeling they gave me properly.
My party didn’t share my sentiment. Her gaze pulled out sheer terror from even the man with the mustache.Some of them screamed, and the lady vomited, and a man was shouting things I couldn’t understand, and one person rammed their head into the wall and others run o I shouldn’t go into detail. I didn’t understand why they went crazy, but I ran away from them anyway, I ran down the stairs by myself. I wasn’t scared by Her, I was shared by THEM. There were more people on the streets now, flooding through, everywhere, bolting past each other. And the screaming.
I didn’t live far from here. That was the good part. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, I ran into our apartment and I closed the blinds and I hid underneath my bed and wrapped myself up in my blanket until I could drown out the voices in my own head, echoing back the screaming I kept hearing over and over and over again. The phone rang, the next room over, and then again. I finally answered it – it was my brother, far away from here, down in Massachussets. He had heard what was going on, and he told me stuff I didn’t know – like a massive monster was in Times Square and it was all over the news. He asked me if I was safe, he was glad I was – but where was Papa? I didn’t know.
I still don’t, not right now. I don’t want to turn on my TV. I don’t want to see anything more. I don’t want to hear any more screaming. I don’t want to imagine what Papa’s doing. I can’t bring myself to think about anything more than writing this journal. I want Papa to come home and hold me.
For the Andersons, the day had started like any other, for the most part. It was a Monday, and April had no work for today. She slept in, woke up at 8:00, brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and got dressed before heading into her son’s room to get him up. He didn’t usually sleep this late into the morning, but he’d been sick for the past few days. She sat down next to him on his bed, nudging him for a few seconds until he rolled over to look at her, rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning, Sunshine. Did you sleep well?”
“Mmm… mhm.”
“That’s good. You have school today. You wanna get up and pick out an outfit while I go make us breakfast?”
He nodded sleepily, and she helped him off of his bed, going to the kitchen while he toddled over to his dresser. She didn’t want to have them take too much time, so she toasted them some waffles, spreading nutella on his and butter on her’s before he came out of his bedroom dressed for the day, in jeans and an Iron Man tee shirt.
“Well don’t you look nice?” She commented, handing him the plates to set them onto the table while she got them butter knives and forks.
“It’s my favorite shirt!” He replied, sitting down and eagerly taking the utensils from his mother. “And plus, he was in my dream last night.”
“Hmm?”
“Yeah. There was this big crocodile at the playground, and we couldn’t get down from the jungle gym because it would eat us, but then Iron Man flew in and beat it up!”
“That sounds like an awesome dream, Baby.”
They finished their breakfast with similar banter, putting their dishes into the sink and heading to the front door.
“Can I wear my red one today, Mama?”
“It’s starting to rain, sweetie, we don’t want it to get wet.”
“Oh… but can’t I wear it underneath?”
“Your raincoat won’t fit over it. If it’s not raining tomorrow, I promise you can wear it, okay?”
“Okay…”
He pulled on a yellow rain jacket, taking his mother’s hand as they left their home, starting off to his kindergarten. It was usually a somewhat lengthy walk for them, but they never really minded it – and there was always something new to see as they passed parks and vendors along the way.
It was 10:40. They were close to the school now, and she was letting him run along the side of the fence. People jogged past them, and she made sure to stick closer to him, to not lose sight of him. The horizon, where most of the chaos was at that point, was behind them.
April wasn’t sure what happened from one second to the next. She had rushed forward and reached down to grab her son’s hand as he slowed down, looking up and past her into the sky while a shadow grew around them, and she’d blinked. The reverberations knocked her over, and by the time she opened her eyes again, her son and the fence were no longer right next to her, and she couldn’t breathe.
She pushed herself to her feet, glancing around to see a massive creature looming only a mile away. Buildings had collapsed under it and around it, and debris had scattered. People were running towards her through the streets now, and children were pouring out of the school building. Where was her son?
Her heart sank as she looked at the debris scattered through the park and the streets. A few yards away was the side of the fence she’d been close to – trapped beneath masonry. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and rushed over.
Her son was here, intact, curled up beside the masonry and unconscious. She let out a breath of relief, going to pick him up – before seeing the blood pooling underneath him and the slab of concrete. She turned him over slightly and gently to get a good look – his arm was caught. Now she was in a new mode – she grabbed the slab with all her strength, lifting it just slightly enough to scoot it off of her son and away. His lower arm was mangled, bones split and sticking out through the skin, still bleeding. She immediately applied pressure to stop it, before scooping him into her arms and running home.
She was inside the door within minutes. She held him close as he was starting to come to, going to the bathroom to grab towels and taking him into her bedroom to lay him down on them and on the bed.
“Mama…”
“Shh.” She smiled at her son – he wasn’t looking so good at this point. “You’re going to be alright, okay? Mama’s got you.”
He nodded, his expression not changing. She lifted him up slightly, tugging down the jacket from his good arm, and starting to ease it off of the other. He groaned, closing his eyes – but she got it off with minimal injury, able to see now the full extent of the damage, and her worse fears realized.
She left him for a moment, rushing to the kitchen to put their oven on the highest setting before going down to the basement, skipping steps. There were pipes down here, pipes that didn’t really do much of anything, and didn’t take much strength to rip off. She came back upstairs and put one into the oven before going back to her son.
“You have to stay awake, okay?” She told him, picking him up gingerly, starting to carry him downstairs. “Can you talk to me?”
“I don’t wanna…”
“It’s okay. But you have to let me know you’re awake, okay? Can you hum?”
“Mmm…”
“It’s okay, keep going. Mama has to set you down for a second.”
She set him down on a table down there, moving through the room to rifle through different stations of medical equipment she had, before finding what she was looking for. She grabbed it and set it down next to the table, listening to him humming weakly while she jogged back upstairs to check on the pipe. The pipe was burning, but it wasn’t white yet. She still had time. She went back down to her son, and ran her hands through his hair.
“Okay, Sweetie, this is gonna hurt, okay? But I’m doing it to keep you here with me. I promise, you’re going to be alright.”
He didn’t reply, watching her while she went about her business. She grabbed the item from beside the table – a bone saw. He shut his eyes, and started sucking down air. In just a few seconds she was running back upstairs again, and had come back with a white-hot pipe…
By 11:15, their ordeal was, mostly, done. She was cradling her son to her chest, telling him how brave he was. She held him tightly, going back upstairs with him in her arms. She took the towels from her bed, put them in the hamper, and the two of them settled into her bed and turned on the TV.
She watched cartoons to try to forget what just happened, and he drifted off to sleep.
The alarm went off at 10. Damien didn’t want to wake up, clinging to the pillows, the blanket wrapped around his waist. He felt Will’s arms around him tighten and release in a yawn, turning off the alarm clock before nuzzling his mouth into the corners of Damien’s neck. He shuddered, still smiling and cuddling up against Will, laughing, “You know I’m ticklish there.”
This was met with a heavier breath against his skin. He squirmed away from Will then, pushing himself to sit up and run his hand through his short black hair.
“You want coffee?”
“’Course Babe.”
Damien smiled, crawling out of the bed and going into the kitchen to start the coffee before heading to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. As much as he loved Will, he didn’t want to smell like him all day.
He came out to Will making breakfast, fully dressed and standing in the half-kitchen. Will’s younger sister, Haylee, was sitting on the couch on her phone; she and Damien waved to eachother before he went back into the bedroom.
He deeply regretted the fact that he didn’t pack any real clothes last night – so stuck with the club get-up it is. He pulled on the outfit, putting the wig on the couch with Haylee and going to the kitchen to peep over Will’s shoulder.
“Watcha makin’?”
“Just some toast and eggs, Babe,” Will replied, turning his head to kiss him.
“Eggs are gross,” Haylee called from the living room.
“Whatever, you can have cereal.”
Damien gave a small laugh, grabbing a piece of toast and heading over towards the front door closet to grab his bag and shove his wig into.
“I’ve got to get home. Nana’s probably worried sick, after all.”
“Alright. Hey, call me later, okay?”
“Of course!”
“Hey, Damien, can you bring me your pink lipgloss tonight? I really need it for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“We have a dance, I guess. It’s really dumb but I want to look decent or something.”
“Anything for my sis. See you two later!”
It didn’t take too long for Damien to descend the stairs of the apartment building and start heading to his home, music playing in his ears. He didn’t really pay much attention to the people around him until he turned the corner, and was caught in the middle of a mob of people running down the street. There were cars, too, rolling off and onto the sidewalks, smashing into people and buildings and other cars, trying to get away. He wasn’t sure what was going on at first, until he looked up.
Just beyond the throng of buildings and people was a massive creature. He stared, transfixed for a few seconds as it moved towards another set of buildings – back toward where he had just come from. It reached down past somewhere he could see, lifting a person -
He started running, before he was grabbed by someone else who was shouting something he couldn’t hear and dragged in the opposite direction of the monster’s path. He felt dizzy and sick and unsure about his footing, so by the time, many blocks away and closer to his own home than the monster, that the person had left him, he tripped. He took a second to just sit there and think. Will and Haley were okay; they had to have heard what was going on before it had come close. He didn’t need to worry.
His grandparents were outside by the time he came home. His grandfather rushed over to pull him quickly into the house, turning off the lights and closing the blinds and keeping them in one of the closets with the news on.
He didn’t pay any attention to it, and let himself black out instead.
It was now two days after the attacks. Not much had changed. The Collosus had disappeared, but in its wake were many other, smaller monsters. Many people were still too afraid to leave their houses, many had left, and still many more were dead – but then there were others who felt it was their duty to keep up with society as best as possible in the wake of the attacks.
I guess I’ll try to explain what’s going on to the best of my abilities, and I’ll try to not get scared writing this all down… about two hours ago, the city erupted into panic. I didn’t have a class today, but I went off to Starbucks while Papa went to work, and I was in line when a crowd of people started running past the shop – a LOT of people. People started to leave the shop to figure out what was going on – someone grabbed my arm and pulled me out with them into the street, people were shouting about monsters and conspiracies and there was a mob of people crowding and pushing and shoving
We kept running, but the lady and I were at the edges and were able to break off into another alleyway. Other people had the same idea, there were about ten of us total running down the side ways. We couldn’t see anything, but some of the people were saying they had seen more than I had, that they had seen flames over the bay. Some of them got the idea to go into one of the buildings, to gain height to see what was going on. The whole of us got into one of the taller buildings, a white man with a burly mustache said he worked here and we could get up to the top flood and look through office windows. We took an elevator, despite the warnings of a thin, lanky latino who rushed over to take the stairs. The man with the mustache directed us to an unlocked office, and we crowded in to see Her (next page) on the horizon, in the water.
I don’t know how long we stood there and watched her. It seemed like centuries past of her just standing straight, before one of her arms lifted and her eyes opened.
Her eyes were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I’d draw them, but I fear I won’t be able to do her justice at all. I’m not even sure I can describe them with words – ethereal, monstrous, awesome, striking, terrifying, Elysium – nothing fits them or the feeling they gave me properly.
My party didn’t share my sentiment. Her gaze pulled out sheer terror from even the man with the mustache.
I didn’t live far from here. That was the good part. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, I ran into our apartment and I closed the blinds and I hid underneath my bed and wrapped myself up in my blanket until I could drown out the voices in my own head, echoing back the screaming I kept hearing over and over and over again. The phone rang, the next room over, and then again. I finally answered it – it was my brother, far away from here, down in Massachussets. He had heard what was going on, and he told me stuff I didn’t know – like a massive monster was in Times Square and it was all over the news. He asked me if I was safe, he was glad I was – but where was Papa? I didn’t know.
I still don’t, not right now. I don’t want to turn on my TV. I don’t want to see anything more. I don’t want to hear any more screaming. I don’t want to imagine what Papa’s doing. I can’t bring myself to think about anything more than writing this journal. I want Papa to come home and hold me.
For the Andersons, the day had started like any other, for the most part. It was a Monday, and April had no work for today. She slept in, woke up at 8:00, brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and got dressed before heading into her son’s room to get him up. He didn’t usually sleep this late into the morning, but he’d been sick for the past few days. She sat down next to him on his bed, nudging him for a few seconds until he rolled over to look at her, rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning, Sunshine. Did you sleep well?”
“Mmm… mhm.”
“That’s good. You have school today. You wanna get up and pick out an outfit while I go make us breakfast?”
He nodded sleepily, and she helped him off of his bed, going to the kitchen while he toddled over to his dresser. She didn’t want to have them take too much time, so she toasted them some waffles, spreading nutella on his and butter on her’s before he came out of his bedroom dressed for the day, in jeans and an Iron Man tee shirt.
“Well don’t you look nice?” She commented, handing him the plates to set them onto the table while she got them butter knives and forks.
“It’s my favorite shirt!” He replied, sitting down and eagerly taking the utensils from his mother. “And plus, he was in my dream last night.”
“Hmm?”
“Yeah. There was this big crocodile at the playground, and we couldn’t get down from the jungle gym because it would eat us, but then Iron Man flew in and beat it up!”
“That sounds like an awesome dream, Baby.”
They finished their breakfast with similar banter, putting their dishes into the sink and heading to the front door.
“Can I wear my red one today, Mama?”
“It’s starting to rain, sweetie, we don’t want it to get wet.”
“Oh… but can’t I wear it underneath?”
“Your raincoat won’t fit over it. If it’s not raining tomorrow, I promise you can wear it, okay?”
“Okay…”
He pulled on a yellow rain jacket, taking his mother’s hand as they left their home, starting off to his kindergarten. It was usually a somewhat lengthy walk for them, but they never really minded it – and there was always something new to see as they passed parks and vendors along the way.
It was 10:40. They were close to the school now, and she was letting him run along the side of the fence. People jogged past them, and she made sure to stick closer to him, to not lose sight of him. The horizon, where most of the chaos was at that point, was behind them.
April wasn’t sure what happened from one second to the next. She had rushed forward and reached down to grab her son’s hand as he slowed down, looking up and past her into the sky while a shadow grew around them, and she’d blinked. The reverberations knocked her over, and by the time she opened her eyes again, her son and the fence were no longer right next to her, and she couldn’t breathe.
She pushed herself to her feet, glancing around to see a massive creature looming only a mile away. Buildings had collapsed under it and around it, and debris had scattered. People were running towards her through the streets now, and children were pouring out of the school building. Where was her son?
Her heart sank as she looked at the debris scattered through the park and the streets. A few yards away was the side of the fence she’d been close to – trapped beneath masonry. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and rushed over.
Her son was here, intact, curled up beside the masonry and unconscious. She let out a breath of relief, going to pick him up – before seeing the blood pooling underneath him and the slab of concrete. She turned him over slightly and gently to get a good look – his arm was caught. Now she was in a new mode – she grabbed the slab with all her strength, lifting it just slightly enough to scoot it off of her son and away. His lower arm was mangled, bones split and sticking out through the skin, still bleeding. She immediately applied pressure to stop it, before scooping him into her arms and running home.
She was inside the door within minutes. She held him close as he was starting to come to, going to the bathroom to grab towels and taking him into her bedroom to lay him down on them and on the bed.
“Mama…”
“Shh.” She smiled at her son – he wasn’t looking so good at this point. “You’re going to be alright, okay? Mama’s got you.”
He nodded, his expression not changing. She lifted him up slightly, tugging down the jacket from his good arm, and starting to ease it off of the other. He groaned, closing his eyes – but she got it off with minimal injury, able to see now the full extent of the damage, and her worse fears realized.
She left him for a moment, rushing to the kitchen to put their oven on the highest setting before going down to the basement, skipping steps. There were pipes down here, pipes that didn’t really do much of anything, and didn’t take much strength to rip off. She came back upstairs and put one into the oven before going back to her son.
“You have to stay awake, okay?” She told him, picking him up gingerly, starting to carry him downstairs. “Can you talk to me?”
“I don’t wanna…”
“It’s okay. But you have to let me know you’re awake, okay? Can you hum?”
“Mmm…”
“It’s okay, keep going. Mama has to set you down for a second.”
She set him down on a table down there, moving through the room to rifle through different stations of medical equipment she had, before finding what she was looking for. She grabbed it and set it down next to the table, listening to him humming weakly while she jogged back upstairs to check on the pipe. The pipe was burning, but it wasn’t white yet. She still had time. She went back down to her son, and ran her hands through his hair.
“Okay, Sweetie, this is gonna hurt, okay? But I’m doing it to keep you here with me. I promise, you’re going to be alright.”
He didn’t reply, watching her while she went about her business. She grabbed the item from beside the table – a bone saw. He shut his eyes, and started sucking down air. In just a few seconds she was running back upstairs again, and had come back with a white-hot pipe…
By 11:15, their ordeal was, mostly, done. She was cradling her son to her chest, telling him how brave he was. She held him tightly, going back upstairs with him in her arms. She took the towels from her bed, put them in the hamper, and the two of them settled into her bed and turned on the TV.
She watched cartoons to try to forget what just happened, and he drifted off to sleep.
The alarm went off at 10. Damien didn’t want to wake up, clinging to the pillows, the blanket wrapped around his waist. He felt Will’s arms around him tighten and release in a yawn, turning off the alarm clock before nuzzling his mouth into the corners of Damien’s neck. He shuddered, still smiling and cuddling up against Will, laughing, “You know I’m ticklish there.”
This was met with a heavier breath against his skin. He squirmed away from Will then, pushing himself to sit up and run his hand through his short black hair.
“You want coffee?”
“’Course Babe.”
Damien smiled, crawling out of the bed and going into the kitchen to start the coffee before heading to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. As much as he loved Will, he didn’t want to smell like him all day.
He came out to Will making breakfast, fully dressed and standing in the half-kitchen. Will’s younger sister, Haylee, was sitting on the couch on her phone; she and Damien waved to eachother before he went back into the bedroom.
He deeply regretted the fact that he didn’t pack any real clothes last night – so stuck with the club get-up it is. He pulled on the outfit, putting the wig on the couch with Haylee and going to the kitchen to peep over Will’s shoulder.
“Watcha makin’?”
“Just some toast and eggs, Babe,” Will replied, turning his head to kiss him.
“Eggs are gross,” Haylee called from the living room.
“Whatever, you can have cereal.”
Damien gave a small laugh, grabbing a piece of toast and heading over towards the front door closet to grab his bag and shove his wig into.
“I’ve got to get home. Nana’s probably worried sick, after all.”
“Alright. Hey, call me later, okay?”
“Of course!”
“Hey, Damien, can you bring me your pink lipgloss tonight? I really need it for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“We have a dance, I guess. It’s really dumb but I want to look decent or something.”
“Anything for my sis. See you two later!”
It didn’t take too long for Damien to descend the stairs of the apartment building and start heading to his home, music playing in his ears. He didn’t really pay much attention to the people around him until he turned the corner, and was caught in the middle of a mob of people running down the street. There were cars, too, rolling off and onto the sidewalks, smashing into people and buildings and other cars, trying to get away. He wasn’t sure what was going on at first, until he looked up.
Just beyond the throng of buildings and people was a massive creature. He stared, transfixed for a few seconds as it moved towards another set of buildings – back toward where he had just come from. It reached down past somewhere he could see, lifting a person -
He started running, before he was grabbed by someone else who was shouting something he couldn’t hear and dragged in the opposite direction of the monster’s path. He felt dizzy and sick and unsure about his footing, so by the time, many blocks away and closer to his own home than the monster, that the person had left him, he tripped. He took a second to just sit there and think. Will and Haley were okay; they had to have heard what was going on before it had come close. He didn’t need to worry.
His grandparents were outside by the time he came home. His grandfather rushed over to pull him quickly into the house, turning off the lights and closing the blinds and keeping them in one of the closets with the news on.
He didn’t pay any attention to it, and let himself black out instead.
It was now two days after the attacks. Not much had changed. The Collosus had disappeared, but in its wake were many other, smaller monsters. Many people were still too afraid to leave their houses, many had left, and still many more were dead – but then there were others who felt it was their duty to keep up with society as best as possible in the wake of the attacks.