Chapter 4- Ashes, Ashes. You're an Artist, Aren't You?

The scent of gasoline... and alcohol. Burning brick. My mind is alert, and apparently my senses are coming one at a time. First smell, now sound. I can now hear music. Classical-themed music. It's enjoyable but...unsettling. Now the feeling of touch. I'm lieing somewhere. I assume this for I feel gentle pricks in my back. Not painful, but slightly agitating if let myself set against it. I also begin to hear commotion, which causes a stronger feeling of dissaray.
   My eyelids ease open, and physical strength now resurfaces throughout my body. The obsidian firmament abducts my visual concentration until my body leans upward, to capture the rest of my surroundings. I'm in what seems like a local city park. I'm laying on freshly cut grass, which explains the pricky itching on my back.
     I find a seemingly devastating scene in my view. The city is in flames. Everywhere. The sounds of buldings collapsing, gas stations detonating, and the violent screams entertain my ears. Carnage, everywhere. Everywhere, except this park. It seems immune to this certain destruction. It holds a refreshing feeling. It feels recently polished and nearly perfect. An escape inside this hell.
     "Enjoy your nap, dear?"
I let the question linger in the air. I'm kept silent, for then my attention is arrested for several minutes by a gorgeous young smiling female, setting out a picnic in front of me. She mumbles something, but I can't seem to get over her beauty. Her hair is blackened, and her eyes are an unrealistically creamy shade of gold.
"Well did you?"
I try to think of something impressively clever, but my words aren't coming to me.
"Uhmm, excuse me miss...how exactly did I get here?", I ask, hiding a smile.
     "You mean you don't remember? We arrived earlier. Such a beautiful day, isn't it?" she says while giggling and presenting an adorable half-smile.
This causes me to smile, but her question drives me mad.
A beautiful day? The city is burning, and the stale flavor of death controls the air. This is a beautiful day?
"So how do I know you?" I ask, strangely irritated.
"Oh don't even play darling", she replies, another wide smile painted across her face, now revealing her teeth.
     "Enough of this", she says, kneeling upward, increasingly approaching my face with the same smile. I'm locked into her eyes gaze, and before I realize it, she is close enough that her lips then curve over mine. My eyes are shut down and I'm lost into the sweet darkness of my mind. The sweet taste of a kiss. But in the same moment the kiss began, the kiss is ended, and she is gone. The picnic she was lieing out is gone.
I feel her lips retreat, and my eyes peer open to the same scene they were first introduced to. The blazing city, now shining brightly into the night sky. The screams, the explosions.
      The fierce pain in my arms return, and I scream and droop down to see them blood-drenched. I create a tolerance for the pain after a moment, then my body ascends up.
"What do you mean Chase helped him.. three years? It still doesn't change the fact that..."
pulls my attention behind me, and the man from the street corner returns, and seems to be talking to the crisp, blank air. There's something different, though. His blue eyes are no longer light and innocent. They are a darker blue, and have a sense of bleakness in them.
"Sir? I believe we've met before.", I add.
"I don't freaking care anymore! We can't rely on that now! This whole ordeal brings me to sickness!", he screams.
What the hell is he talking about.
     Trying to calm his nerves, I reply with, "Relax, man! Just tell me what's wrong!"
"Chri-.... I, I just.... Someone's gotta' freakin' pay! This is his fault! Someone's gotta' take responsibility, and he's the one that started him. And now he's gonna regret it!"
The man runs away from me, into the illuminated darkness.
"But wai-... fu** it..", are my words before I feel a cold wet shower begin, slowly engulfing me. My mind seems to accept this as unreal before I remind myself that it's just a rain. A heavy rain. Suddenley all the demonic noise is haulted.
     The city's burning is slowly silenced, and now in perfect undisturbed vision, I see that the fire took no affect. The entire apple of the city is now in prestine condition.
Nothing here makes sense.
The unordinary peace is interrupted once again by a loud boom, and a hint of crunching metal.
A car accident?

Author's Note

Same as the whole book's note.