darth_skywalker (darth_skywalker) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-09-24 12:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *matt, anakin skywalker |
David slowly made his way through the house, in his large black robe, slippers on his feed as he moved across cold, hardwood floors, coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, held up to his ear, "No, Frank, I don't care what it costs, I want them shipped out to all of our dealerships by next week. This should have been two weeks ago, and if I don't have it done this next week, I'll have you working as the part time custodian at a carnival in fucking Nebraska! It'll bring us more money in the long run, and will keep us ahead of the curve. Jerry's already cut into our sales by 20% in the last year, if he cuts into us anymore we'll have to close the Grand Junction shop within two years. So stop penny pinching and do your JOB!" The phone was hung up and he threw it into the couch as he walked by. He heard the approaching steps just moments later and sighed, "It's fine Doris... I'm fine, just a sales call." "Yes, well, Mr. Maximoff, your blood pressure likely says otherwise," Offered the older, and somehow more stubborn housing staff in her usual stern, grandmotherly voice. David shot a look to her and shook his head, "I'm fin--" Then even as he said this, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and suddenly couldn't breathe. His eyes started watering, and the older man collapsed to his knees as his limbs felt like they were on fire, his entire body agonizing in pain, "Arrghhh!!" He shouted, Doris immediately crying out and moving towards him. Her hand on his back, but he barely felt it. He snarled and shouted at her, "Back up Doris!" He felt like he needed space, but it felt as if his entire body was in pain. His eyes flushed and he could only see burning embers before him, ground giving away, rivers of lava flowing past and around him. And he was burning. He felt such anger and hatred raging through him; there was a figure, standing above him, high on the hill top, shouting at him. Something about Anakin, something about balance. He could hear his own voice, much younger, shouting how much he hated the man on the hill. Then more flashes, a world exploding, anguish, pain, coming from said world. A fight with an old man, a fight with a young man--his son? Caleb? No, he called him Luke. So much anger, anguish, pain surged through his entire frame and mind. He then growled and threw the anger off of him, which released a remarkable power through the home. The couch thrown back into the wall, the coffee table flipped, the TV crushed and shattered... and Doris sent into a heap on the floor into the wall behind him. Blinking as he came too, his mind clearing, his breathing becoming normal, David looked around and saw the wreckage he'd caused. Had he? What was that? What happened? Shaking his head, he saw Doris and quickly made his way towards her. Dropping next to her, she was still alive, but she was in pain. He ran to his phone and called 911 immediately, shaking... had he done this? How? What was that? He needed to come up with a reason for everything, because frankly? No one would believe him--he didn't believe himself. |