Black.

Pitch black.

It was a cold night out. It was getting late.

But I didn’t care. I was too enamored with filming to notice my surroundings.

Only the sound of crickets and pouring water near the bridge I was on filled my eardrums while I tested out my Fusika P30. Earlier in the day, I had entered high ISO film into the camera, but I could only see the faint glimmers of stars as I looked through the camera lenses on a dark, quiet night.

I shifted my glasses to take a clearer look, but to no avail. Damn light pollution, I muttered under my breath.

They usually say that when people die, they go to heaven. But I doubt it.

When you die, you live on in peoples’ hearts, as a treasured memory. That’s the way it should be.

That’s how it is for my parents, whose memories continue to live on in my heart.

Nonetheless, people grow old. People forget. And I was aware of that. But I still had my camera and my photos, so I would never forget. In any case, I hope I never will.

I guess I won’t be getting anything out of this film tonight, I thought to myself. I shouldn’t waste sweat and blood just to film a few stars.

The wind grew stronger as I felt it toy around with my hair, blowing it from side to side as the grass danced along in the scenery.

I turned around to take a panorama shot, but as I turned, I was suddenly blinded.

A large flash of blue light. The ground shook as I opened my eyes in shock.

“W-What the-?!”

As I looked up to see what was happening before my very eyes, I could only make out some thing falling. Something with rockets attached onto it. Was it a spaceship? I thought. Certainly space shuttles wouldn’t land in such a place, wouldn’t it?

Oh yeah, and another thing. It was something that was falling extremely, extremely fast.

It was only a split second as that thing crashed into the ground, devastating everything in its wake.

An explosion. Then a sonic boom.

The sound of my body slamming against the wall was the only thing I could hear as I was forced off the ground. I could have sworn I broke a few bones as well, but I could only focus on the searing pain throughout my body.

Blood trickled down from my wounds and soaked my clothing in a bright red. My glasses broke into many shards, flying along with me into the depths into the waters below. But I couldn’t care about any of that.

I was as good as dead. I could only see a blur as I hurled towards the waters, inch by inch. Time seemed to move in slow motion as a giant wave formed in front of me, claiming my body as its own in only a few moments to come.

I guess this is it. Will I go to heaven now? Probably not. I hope I live on in someone’s heart now. Maybe my sister will remember me. Or my friends. In any case, I was too injured to even mutter a word of frustration.

I gazed up as water drops pounded my eyes, obstructing my vision even more. I took a last look at my camera before resigning to my fate.

But suddenly, I felt a force lifting me up. Pulling me up through the nothingness of air.

A hand. What a beautiful hand. Was it an angel from heaven after all?

I tried to force open my eyes with the last of my strength. It was no use.

A glimpse of scarlet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I dunno. I just felt like writing. Too early on in the season to make any editorials, after all. Also, super belated New Years. The OP/ED are nice.