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Ali Water X - Part One December 28, 2009

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.