Everyone had been hanging around, waiting patiently because they knew something was going to happen. You could hear the crackling of the power lines. No one knew why, but suddenly, atop the massive pillar of iron, sparks flew and the light became more intense.
People kept coming out of the building sitting directly next to the tower. It reminded me of the iron oil wells daddy used to drill, in times gone by.
I was certain there must have been a ladder that had been welded for workers to reach the top, which was at least as tall as the old red building that held at least four hundred people when the “season” was here.
I spoke to a man, none of us were strangers any more, as we all were drawn together by the hypnotic sounds and sights. It was a show of power…one that was mystical as no one knew what was to come; there was a high level of fear as to what actually would happen. The crackling became louder and more intense. The light was steady and creating shadows of various forms from the things projected in the black of the night.
I walked around, not even sure why I was there, but one thing I knew for sure was that same man who had invaded my dreams so many times was there. I heard his voice faintly in the background repeating my name – and saying, “Where are you? I will find you.”
It was at that moment I bolted, I dodged a group of mixed human beings (meaning ages, colors, and sizes) – a mix of all the creation of mankind. They turned and looked briefly as I said, “I am sorry, excuse me, pardon me.” I had always been polite. Polite and considerate of others. I was born a good girl, and a trusting living soul.
I heard the voice again – louder this time. I jumped off a curb and shot across the street and entered what appeared to be a kind of “viewing room”…perhaps it was built this way to just encourage people to sit and rest, and look through the large glass window. It was quite the view at that moment. I stood in front for a moment and looked first at the high tower and the more intense spurts of light and color. It had grown larger in just those few moments.
The window had glass that kept the sounds from permeating the ears of all who were there…though it seemed like an echo was resounding in my ears and filling my head with intense crackling.
I saw the building. I saw shadows of hundreds of people. Some were standing and some running in all directions, seeking a place where they felt safe – and yet could watch the impending, expected explosion.
I turned for a moment and realized there were quite a few people in this sanctuary; but they were intent on watching and not socializing. Eyes were all focused on the top of the tower of iron and metals.
In the distance I heard that familiar voice calling my name over and over. I knew what was going to happen. I sat down and tried to make myself small and invisible. In a moment what I had dreaded began. I saw the head of this giant man peek inside, and as if I were the only person in the room – his eyes met mine. He could smell my fear and the scent of me. He was a dog on the hunt, and I had been trapped.
Everyone in the room had turned to see him as he swaggered in and towards me. He towered above all others but the man sitting next to me gently took my hand and looked at me. Without words he said he understood.
We rose and turned to walk to the exit in the back. I could hear the giant man mumble under his breath, “I will get you again because you belong to me.” He had told me once, with a shotgun to my head, “If I can’t have you no one will.”
The power of his words overcame my survival senses, and I thought of the person ever-gently holding my hand. He was trying to give me wings to fly away….but I knew ultimately he would be the one permanently hurt if I let this go further.
“I will be okay. Thanks.” I said as I looked into his eyes, unclasp my hand and stopped. Just at that moment the giant said, “I knew you would want me”. He roughly wrapped me in his arms, picked me up and carried me in his arms.
The stranger did not know what to do, but I did. I thanked him with my silent eyes as I knew he
would have tried to save me……but at his own expense.
When we got outside he sat me down in a dark corner of the access road that was on the eastern side of the building. He began to undress me as I stood frozen with fear. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. It was as if I had been hypnotized and my mind was looking at this nightmare from aloft. I was unable to speak or move.
Just at the moment he had begun to slip his hand into my panties, the top of the tower lit the entire sky sparks flew everywhere, and it blew. Everyone began to scream and run. The shrapnel flew into the air, and then downward into the crowd. The explosion did not culminate with one loud burst…it kept exploding and moving downward on the tower – along with other bursts of light and sounds of explosions outward on the lines that extended to all directions.
The green building was hit. People were screaming. I thought perhaps my eardrums had burst as I could no longer hear the crackling and explosions. Ensuing projectiles bombarded the crowd, hitting one or two at a time.
I could feel my feet begin to run. I did not know where I was going, and I did not look back. I could have run a marathon at that moment, and won. My feet flew and between steps it seemed as if I actually had wings to make the distance I tread further and further away from
the danger.
My mind shred into memories, the present, and an impending future. I ran lightly and swiftly – on my toes. I had never run so fast before. Behind me began to get quieter each step I moved. My feet barely touched the ground as my stride grew larger. i saw darkness a head, and everything was still behind me. I still never slowed my stride; never turned my head for fear of slowing down. I just kept running. I ran until I could run no more.
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