| War in the bus (Red Angel) |
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I am almost late for the last 145th bus. It's completely full but I manage to get a last seat by the window! Hurray! The only problem is that the seat in front of me is fully reclined. It's almost touching the tip of my nose and makes me very uncomfortable…
The only thing I can do about it is to recline my seat too to be parallel with the front one. Ok Done...
Suddenly I feel weird vibes from behind. Guess I am making the person behind also very uncomfortable…I am afraid it can cause a chain reaction :)
Finally bus got in to the tunnel. Now I can see a partial reflection of the man sitting behind me in the dark window. I feel that the energy from behind becomes more and more aggressively negative. I don't know what to do with my own hands, trying to listen to some music on my mp3 player. My discomfort grows into excruciating chest pain. I rub my chest, hoping it'll go away but it becomes stronger by the minute. I turn my head back and forth. Now I can visualize my pain; it's like a sharp rod piercing through my chest right in the middle, right where the heart is. I can almost see it when I bend my neck down. It's dark and very sharp long thorn covered in black oily blood...
I am loosing my consciousness and slowly closing my eyes. Everything around starts soaking into the darkness. Is it serious? Am I having a panic attack? Is it the guy behind me the one who is trying to attack me?
Next thing I see is this bright flash of light and this strange creature grows from inside of me.
He or she has light or washed out blue eyes and very dark bloodlike red hair.
Slowly he starts spinning within my body. His rusty grey cloak tears apart in to long strips and now I see very sharp, shiny brown and grey feathers. It starts spinning faster and faster. He pulls his feather-blades further apart as fingers. Now I see him slicing everything around me in the bus with his long feather- stilettos or may be it's just my imagination. I feel like he's clearing all space around me.
My pain slowly backs away…I see bits and pieces of debris and flesh flying around me in slow motion. He looks very tired and spins slower, his feathers become transparent.
I feel like he is dissolving along with my pain.
Oh!! It's gone now. Cold sweat is running down my pale face. Now I can feel cool air of an AC in the bus again. All my feelings come back to me... I can't believe it's over...
Suddenly the driver announces my stop. I turn my head back, trying to see the person which sat behind me in the bus, when I am getting out.
It's a middle aged man. His bold head is leaning on the bus window. He appears to be peacefully sleeping but I am afraid he's not.
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