I'm Sorry, Phineas: Difference between revisions

He stepped in. I retreated around the corner and flicked the activator. The lights grew impossibly bright and then shattered in an unholy din, driving me to my knees as glass shards rained down around me. In the pitch black, illuminated by the steady red glow from the machine, I felt a vast presence rush past me and over me and through me. There was a sound as though air had rushed in to fill a vacuum, followed by the sickening sounds of bones snapping and reforming. My brother cried out and I heard the wet splat of flesh against the ground.

 

 

 

What have we wrought? Our hubris drew us here. We were Icarus but our wings will not burn alone. Instead as we fall to earth it too will catch alight and we shall all burn to destruction together. I drew closer to the gap. Feeling it's seductive, horrifying call, I longed to know what was beyond.