| | The goal of this week's exercize is to perform a litterary sleight of hand, a distraction from annother action. This is what I came up with.
It appeared in with a roar in the morning sky, a death bringing comet of bright steel and vengeful fire. It plummeted, dispelling the light spring clouds, and made brutal contact with the earth at the reservoir pond in Founders Gate Park. The water boiled and a cloud of steam cloaked the fallen angel as it lay in momentary aquatic repose. After a few moments, the monstrous shook off its burning cloak, and rose from the steaming bath. The giant stood up fully, with a noise of motors and metal scraping metal. It was seventy feet tall, and the balefires of hell itself burned green in its eyes. It walked, slowly, taking its time, out of the pond, through the square, and into the city, an armored figure, in scale with the buildings, armored in black. It seemed to take no heed of where it walked, toppling lower buildings, crushing cars, falling through raised highways not able to support it. It also took no notice of the luckless crowds of people that surrounded it, crushing each other in a vain attempt to escape the blind soles of massive steel feet. The army did what it could, creating a fortified line of tanks and armored cars in a ring around the believed destination. The capital building would hold, the generals said. A wall of fire would protect them from the Black Angel. The government secure, the people were abandoned. The machine reached the Capital Mall and, spotting the tanks, stopped. There was no attempt at communication. Nothing more was to be said.
The minutes passed in a tense stand off. Neither the defenders nor the monster making a move. Neither entering the zone of the other. They were separated as by a sheet of glass. It was not remembered which of the tanks fired first, which fear crazed young gunner pulled the trigger without orders, but once it was cast, his neighbors followed suit, and the air support followed. Payloads rained upon the metallic demon that had come upon them that day, obscuring it in a cloud of debris. A profound silence followed.
On the other side of the defense line, the Ministers were already dead.
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