blahman121

"Betcha can't get to the roof." The casual challenge that begins with "Betcha" is an irresistible dare. It is, to mind of a ten year-old, the question of the ultimate feat of awesomeness...even, I might add, if it's simply to ride a bike, without using the handles, down the skate ramp and perform a jump that propels you into immortalised (that is, five-minute) glory. Which might not be so simple after all. The intended recipient of her words obeyed our maxim to the letter. A heartbeat later, he was scrambling toward the rusted windows of the old house. Ivy snaked between windows, along walls; a chaotic spread of nature that reclaimed its du

The floor shudders – awakens her from her slumber of exhaustion. The stars spin around her no more. The Light Train waits for no-one, but even its unearthly engine must at some point grind to a halt. Weariness drags her down, a cloak of despair and fear upon her as she rises to her feet. Yet... Maybe it'll be Tokyo all over again. But maybe because she's a step closer to him, to the web of lies that he played inside, she can feel the trickling warmth of Illumination flowing through her. The warmth dies just as quickly, and she shivers, missing the glow and hum of the Light Train as she steps out from the train to the adjacent streets.