The Wings Of Eden

Mankind has its own desires.

The shot that tore the void echoed in the iron chasm like an ancient cannon. A blur moved swiftly around an edged corner, clasping its hip. The man kept his aim on the blur, attempting another shot. Even after the blur sped out of sight, the man kept following the rusted wall as if he was planning on shooting right through it.

The beating of footsteps echoed further and further away, until they were no longer audible. The man waited a moment or two--examining his AK--then proceeded to shuffle after his lost prize.

‘Round the edged corner, a fine pool of water ran across the metallic floor, picking up particles and light streams of blood as it flowed. The jagged walls--which formed small cups of protruding metal--disrupted the minuscule river, causing it to sway and rise unusually. A squirming little critter swam around in the flow, oblivious to the iron chasm or the streams of blood. The man simply crushed the little critter under his boot and continued his pursuit.

‘Round another edged corner, the chasm led down a line of flora and vegetation. Cluttered walls of green leaves and vines lay at either side of the man. Hanging vines swung through the place in a monumental acrobatic display, forming handle-like shapes which the man used to simply rip them down from the ceiling. The trail of blood grew in intensity and desperation. Dots of red became puddles and fine lines became rivers. As the man continued, the air grew thicker and more frigid.

Another edged corner came about in the slowly dimming light. ‘Round this one, light was subsided for the immense darkness of the chasm. With every step, breath, or movement--sharp, petrifying echoes roared in the chasm like a growling beast. The blood was now a river that flowed and a river that swayed and a river that rose, disrupted by the jagged walls of steel and iron. Near the end of the tunneling chasm, a fair light broke through; slicing the dark in two. The man paused upon seeing it, for it wasn't the usual deep, bitter light that sunk into every detail. No, this light was warm, peaceful, and fulfilling. He made haste into the breaking light, knowing that his prey had fallen to the its lure

The chasm opened up to a wide, cubic room of plastics and metals. A hole in the ceiling focused the light downwards in a golden shaft of shining arrays and onto a figure that stood upon a large heap of sand. Fallen at the figure’s feet, lay the man’s prey--spread out and limp. Blood soaked the sand and slithered across his punctured body. The man looked up at the figure. A fine feathered dress, shining golden hair, sleek and shimmering skin, and most noticeably, two broad powerful wings that erupted from her back--opened wide and into the chasm. As the man noticed a fine blood that soaked her heavenly feathers, she took off in a heap of sand and wind. Daunting, powerful, and dangerous, she left through the hole in the ceiling, leaving just one blood-soaked feather behind on the limp body. Signing destruction, dismay, and death.

Author's Note

Sorry this one is so short! This piece is mostly experimental.