Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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Water Wings XVI Ground Zero 1

Ground Zero

T im had never seen so much dust in his life, heard so much noise all along, sirens, screams, moans, squeaks, deaf explosions, crashing like glass exploding - and had never been so scared. Not that that assailed him sometimes at night, when everything became silent and dark, and some shadows in his room stretched, threatening to tickle him on his feet. That was a fear that just close your eyes, and strive to get to sleep, to drive them out. Now he felt the terror of being forever alone. When the entire center San Francisco exploded, Tim was slammed against a car and lost consciousness. When he awoke, his mother had disappeared.
He walked around like a sleepwalker through the debris and rubble, while the dense cloud of dust prevented him from seeing more than a couple of feet, and came into his eyes and lungs, making him sneeze. Strange figures passed him, running, or stumbling, some with torn clothes, others covered in blood, all covered with a layer of white powder, which made them look like those characters in horror video games.
Then there were the police officers, firefighters, which ran around, and Tim did not understand because I do not see it, and indeed, when he tried a Fermo, this gave him a pat or a slap, mumbled a few words and ran away again, to the point where the smoke was denser.
now it was clear he would never see his mother. He sat on the curb, leaning his chin on his hands, no expression on his face, while the noise around him seemed so far away, almost swallowed by the cloud of dust, slowly lowered to street level.
would be left alone, forever, forever forever. A tear began to rigargli her cheek, slipping and taking away the dust, while another began to form on the edge of the eye.
- What's your name? - A sweet voice, and the feeling of a strong and firm hand on his shoulder. Tim lifted his head, bending it back slightly.
- Tim - he said, pointing to the tall, dressed in black above him.
- Are you lost?
- Yeah .. no ... yes, my mom ...
Man tall and dressed in black pointed to a spot, to their left, where the dust began to clear. Tim looked in that direction, and for a moment his heart stopped beating.
- Mom! - Shouted, s bad in feet and running to the staggering figure that was coming out from that hell gray. He paused for a moment, before reaching it, turned to the man in black. He stared for a moment, how to study. Then he smiled, and whispered a "thank you", a voice so low that even the man probably felt.
Michael smiled, and without opening his lips, he answered with a "my duty", which Tim felt very well, in his heart, rather than in the head.
Then the figure dressed in black turned and whistling a song by Jimi Hendrix, it penetrated the cloud of dust toward the epicenter.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

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Water Wings Water Wings

Spiaggia BN

The deserted beach

& Robi Samy California

M Elvillar glided gracefully on the shore, hopped once, twice, until the inertia of the landing was not absorbed from the sand, then shook the feathers of the head and stroked his wings with rapid pecking until satisfied, he stopped to watch the beach and the sea in front of him.
puffed out its feathers, it was cool at that hour, which was not yet evening but had no more day, and stillness of the air, the flat surface of the ocean, and the expanse of white sand on either side, which seemed endless, helping to increase the sensation of cold that started to creep into his hollow bones. That was the time that usually gets his friends, both human and funny is always kept on hand, and sat on the red couch near the shoreline, uttering strange sounds that seemed a sort of language, but Melville could not understand. Just that evening, his friends were not there, and perhaps he sensed the gull would not come.
Melville had always lived in the beach, which always existed, as I recall, as he always was there, observing her form. When he arrived, the beach was a desert of blurry images, only rocky, icy as the sea water that surrounds them. The warm breath of wind that arose from the wings of the Archangel was not there yet, as there were not, forming waves, currents Daughter ocean rose up to heaven.
came slowly, and the first puffs of wind, the rocks gave way to a strip of white sand, putting the sides, so that the waves shape the beach, until his friends finally arrive and take possession. Why was it created in their image, the beach, even before they were created, and for them, and they only existed.
saw them one day this summer, they exchanged glances and smiles, holding hands, sitting on one of those rocks. There were still the wings on his back, and tail fin instead of legs Lei was the beginning of a spell, which soon became a love, a love that would lead them to give up part of their exceptional, but would have given us the possibility to live for each other. And that beach would have existed until they were able to reach it.
which made Melville somewhat confident tonight even if his friends had not seen, this did not mean no longer come, the white beach. Maybe they were busy elsewhere, but the beach still existed. It was their beach. Other similar places, or completely different, there were other parts to other friends from other gull-Melville tended to relate to him any form of life that were not his friends, so for this reason - he knew, but that beach White was only for those two who were holding hands, sitting on the couch next to red sea.
Melville a leap, and flew to the couch, where it settled, get comfortable. He had seen the form that sofa, he observed slowly rising from the sand, waiting for his friends could finally sit back, and saw the sea swell, and the sky clear of cloud cover, and then approached. Would secure him the place, until his friends had not returned, he would sit on the red couch, waiting for their return.
As he followed the thread of his thoughts, Melville felt, or rather felt, a change air. He had got up a gust of wind, heat, coming from the beach, headed for the sea surface, which was beginning to wrinkle. The strong wind ran over him, bringing the shadows fast from the beach and looking up, saw the gull that the clouds were gathering in the east, and slowly lowered over the ocean. The sea was stirring under the violent gust of wind, as if to speed up the waves, increasing their volume, height and intensity.
seemed as if trying to touch the waves and clouds, a touch, a hug.
Melville puffed out his feathers as white as the sand of the beach, and smiled. Agreements that wind like a call from his friends were not there, but you tried, waves and clouds hugging compacted in the same way he had so often seen him do the Archangel el'Ondina.
His friends would come back, he was sure ...
shook its wings, smiling, and hatched, rising in flight towards the horizon.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

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XII XI X

newspaper 1

Breaking News

San Francisco
Latest updates from the West Coast: All the communications San Francisco broke down, unable to reach the area by any means, the news we receive are based on official statements of the Office of the Secretary of State. Among the conceivable causes of the disaster, an earthquake of magnitude 9.5, a series of explosions that have affected various parts of the city, on whose nature is still you can not have more information. Do you know the number of victims is not possible to have precise estimates about the scale of the disaster, on which official sources still maintain a strict secrecy. The event that has affected San Francisco has had repercussions throughout the West Coast , and earthquake of mild intensity were also recorded in British Columbia and Alaska. Further expanded in subsequent editions.

Sidney
next wave of great proportions struck the city of Sydney, causing that already some media label as the event "End of the World." The wave, which has dragged on its way to the hinterland everyone he met on his journey, he fell on the Australian metropolis around 9:46 am, causing damage to the extent of which is still impossible to have even approximate estimates, but if data were confirmed, facing a scenario of destruction of unprecedented proportions. We look forward to updates, which communicate in real time with special editions of our newsletters.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

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Ali Water - Part Two

Water Wings XIIa

the end of tomorrow?

Part Two: The latest wave

D evereaux understood immediately that the situation was reached the point of no return. Grace had never seen so tense and worried. In fact he had not ever worried, sometimes to the point that he thought it was a sort of android, like those of Asimov's stories, or simulacra of Dick, characters that reflected the emotionality through binary calculations. Of course he was not aware that the screen was kept standing balance of self-control by the powers Atlantean dell'Ondina, a barrier that was protecting the oceanic nature.
- We start the entire hotel - he said, giving one last look at the graphics detection that Grace had taken from recordings made at sea during his first encounter with the Kraken - and what can not be a quickly.
- must be - the girl stepped in - because if the calculations are correct, this anomaly will reach full capacity within two days.
Devereaux scratched his chin, a habitual gesture, denoting a moment of doubt. Then he smoothed back the shock of graying hair.
- What's down there, Grace? From the way he speaks almost looks like a ... demon ... it cest pas?
Grace stared at him for long moments without answering. Then beat the index on printouts, scattered on the surface of the desk.
- Start to get in touch with every cell of the organization, and when you contact them all, goes on to warn others, not forgetting anyone. We do not know where the fault hit the next time, but I assure you it will be a disaster. Let us at least limit the damage.
Devereaux nodded, returning to scratch his chin while Gacelyn left the room with quick steps and nervous.

- T u are mad! You are not yet enough?
Chuck was visibly agitated, and does not hide it, gesturing in the direction of Grace, with the excitement of a kid who knows he's right, but can not find credit at the party.
- Do you want to go back there, alone?
- not alone, Chuck, to you - said the Undine, smiling. She was sitting on a comfortable leather chair, cobalt blue, his legs crossed, wrapped in tight pants blacks.
- I think the last time lacks much, if not almost lose to the fin, Grace!
- I do not have a fin for a while, Chuck, and do not worry, I know what I do.
Chuck stood in front of her, hands on hips, how-ever, of course. But at least you warned Gabriel?
Gracelyn raised his eyebrows - No - he said. For several hours he could not establish a telepathic contact with his Archangel, and this would increase his concern. The terrified, actually - But Gabriel knows her. Prepare the boat, Chuck, we leave in an hour.
The Aboriginal raised his eyes to heaven, but said nothing.

N o one strategy was served, no moves or counter, not to speak of his powers, which seemed useless against the Kraken.
psychokinetic Grace had attempted an attack, like the first time, but failed to penetrate the aura of black ice absence of emotional monster. It was not even sure the Kraken had a conscience, even a brain, into which enter with mental powers.
He then decided to capitalize on its strengths, and the control element ocean, creating shock waves or by turning on itself, giving rise to vortices that moved tons of water, throwing them against the dark mass of Kraken, but without sorting effect.
The most disturbing thing was the stillness of the monster, while his attacks: the Kraken did nothing to counter the blows mental and physical, limiting to remain motionless on the ocean floor, staring with his yellow eye, left, shocking.
Chuck, on board the boat, followed the fight through the sonar scanners and submarines, playing sine waves and thermography, as if they were absolutely crisp images legible. Drops of sweat beaded his forehead as he tried to keep it as firmly as possible with a telepathic contact Ondina, who was ten thousand feet below him, in the depths of the ocean.
Grace was exhausted. Throughout the fight he had tried to get in touch with Gabriel, but no reply had come from its Archangel. He knew what it meant, but tried to deny it, because he could not conceive a future without him. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the image of the face of Gabriel, when he smiled slyly, sitting hugging her on the red couch in the White Beach. And this thought was the end.
The Kraken suddenly rose from the ocean floor, moving a large mass of water as an island, which began to surface, causing a vacuum of pressure in the wake. Grace was suddenly sucked into that vacuum, and then banged against the sharp rocks that covered the bottom, while a dark cloud enveloping the sand, obscuring the view.
The Kraken slowly began to surface, following the mass of water, and playing with the tentacles around the rocks. Detached boulders and debris that blows, heavy and huge, which began to slide along the uneven bottom, hitting Grace, unable to dodge.
A debris in the center of my forehead, and at that moment, on the surface, Chuck lost contact with her.
Grace was lying on the seabed, while the rocks fell on him, slowly forming what looked like a burial mound, and increased in height and size. As long as the Ondina disappeared, buried under tons of rock, the pressure of deep ocean welded, making the mound that more and more like a tomb.
Finally the silence was absolute, and the absence of any motion on the ocean floor. A silence and stillness that smelled of death.
On the surface, Chuck watched, paralyzed with fear, the tidal wave six feet high and growing, moving at breakneck speed in the direction of Sidney. And behind it, a dark figure appeared out of a nightmare, seems to drive the route.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

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Ali Water X - Part One December 28, 2009

Water Wings XII

End of Tomorrow?

Part One: the fall of the Archangel

R Ivede details of the disaster chopped in vivid colors and sharp images, created the necessary detachment to be able to discuss, and that Gabe was grateful his faithful Nikon.
was standing, leaning with one hand on the desk of the Chief, and as he spoke with him, his eye fell on another hour to an hour of photographs he had just finished printing. Steve instead stared at the pictures, almost hypnotized. In many years of occupation had never seen a horror so hyper-realistic representation.
- What authorities say? - Asked, fiddling with the pen, which beat rhythmically on the table glass.
- groping in the dark - Gabe said - just to use a phrase that, in this case, I think it fits perfectly.
Steve looked up and stared at the pictures the photographer. Gabe returned his gaze.
- Let it go - went - rather, there are no precise data on the number of victims, the extent of the disaster?
The Chief turned his eyes toward the window to his left, beyond which San Francisco stood out clearly, in light of the afternoon - not yet, but we roam on 350 ...
- My Boss ... - Murmured Gabriel. Steve looked at him again.
- What did you say?
- Nothing - the Archangel said, biting his lip because he had missed exclamation - What we do with these? - continued, pointing to the photos.
- I would say ... - Steve began, immediately stop, while a dull vibration that grew more and more, across the floor and walls of the room. Gabe leaned against the wall, and the vibration penetrated the back, louder and louder, while everyone in the office seemed to tremble, and doubling. Steve's eyes were wide open and her hands clasped on the edge of the desk. Then, as it had started, the vibration was over, and the two stared into her eyes.
- A small earthquake - Steve muttered, sighing - The usual Frisco ...
- Already - Gabe said, imitating a shadow of a smile. Because he knew that another was the real cause of the vibration: the Leviathan had gone into action.

V ol with all the speed that allowed her wings divine, and within seconds it reached the center of the city . And she saw him. Leviathan remained in their size, slightly offset compared to the level of reality which contained Earth. A see so-and only the eyes of the Archangel could see the different-dimensional planes simultaneously looked like a cross fade of images: two overlapping sequences of movies, one of which, the city with its frenetic activity, traffic, people, buildings, sharper, and contrasted, and the other gray and slimy mass of Leviathan, the bubbles of antimatter that throbbed like swellings on the verge of exploding, transparent and ethereal.
Gabriel was placed on the edge of the two planes of reality, and he remained invisible to the prying eyes of Sanfranciscani, and any technological device can pick up the scene. There was little time to lose, and he knew it: the Leviathan was materializing in the earthly dimension, with its bubble about to cancel instantly lethal pieces of San Francisco, repeating the scene he had photographed a few hours before, but in a more large area of \u200b\u200bthe city.
Without thinking, materialized the Sword of Light that shone in her diaphanous hand, and prepared to attack. He thought of Grace, and wondered where he was, and what he was doing at that time. Their telepathic bond's reported mixed feelings: resolution, decision, fear. The Ondina was probably preparing his line of defense against the Kraken. But more than that, Nn Gabriel could hear.
is launched against the gray mass of Leviathan, which is bulbous and slow moving between the two planes of reality, and buried his sword in the middle of what, where logically there must have been vital organs. But the Leviathan was not a living being, not in the canonical sense of the word, and the attack did not sort of the Archangel other effect than to increase the mass of the Monster.
Gabriel is a few feet away, staring quell'oscenità become bigger, the bubbles of antimatter that glowed a yellowish glow, pulsing like cocoons containing life forms unimaginable. It was almost fascinated by that vision, hypnotized, a feeling of nausea which resulted in hidden corners of his mind, who, despite his Divine nature, could not comprehend the full and exact nature of Evil.
Quell'esitazione a time was its purpose. Leviathan threw a ball of energy, which wrapped Gabriel, without giving him time to react, while another bubble imprisoned the Sword of Light, away from him. Archangel was traversed by waves of pure pain, as the bubble grew strong, closing around him. For a moment it was as if the fire of hell fires every atom of his being godlike, and in that the Messenger of Light believed that the head, what he has seen everything, and all expected, he had abandoned, or deceived, or worse.
for a moment. Why now self-consciousness left the Archangel Gabriel and collapsed inside the sphere, like a lifeless puppet that had cut the wires.
Somewhere in heaven, a light went out.