Dreamwatch : Train Wreck
Dec. 21st, 2005 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mundensMy lady was a psychic and had forseen a massive crash at Wellington Station.
As the day of the wreck approached we had tried contacting the various authorities, and the only ones who seemed to take us seriously were the SIS, who were very interested and had in fact become quite a pain with their various investigations and many questions.
Finally with just a couple of hours to go before the crash, my lady went crazy with concern and worry and insisted n going down to the station, where she went round telling everyone they shouldn't be there at the time of the crash. Unsurprisingly, before too long we had been apprehended by station security. I had to restrain her as she tried to break free and got more frantic about warning people. If I had not, the security guards would have.
They left us in a room with a few other people, including some kid who had been caught skateboarding. It was now mere minutes from the predicted crash and after making sure everyone in the room knew, my lady now seemed to have finally resigned herself to not being able to influence events. She had slumped against my side, incoherently mumbling.
We all watched the clock as it crept toward the predicted time. In a Hitchcockian visual arrangement we could see the clock and all the anxious faces watching watching it.
The hand ticked over the given minute, and people held their breath. Everyone looked at each other, as nothing seemed to have happened, and then bright yellow light flashed through the frosted glass, and the sound hit, followed by a physical rumble and the frosted glass exploding into the room in slow motion. People dived for cover, blood spilling from class cuts, sound had gone to a dull roar, words could not be distinguished. My lady sat straight and still, a trickle of blood on her cheek from a flying shard. She had not even flinched next to me as the blast hit.
The skate-boarder punched a fist into the air mouthing a scream of "Yes!" He mouthed "Go, psychic lady, you rock!" and retrieved his skateboard from the dazed security, who were trying to organize a response. He rolled up to us and mouthed "You should go to" before skating over the rubble as if it were the best day of his life.
He was right. I got my lady to her feet and moved down the back stairs, and out the side of the building. The emergency response still hadn't happened, and there were several secondary accidents down Aotea Quay as people gawped at what was happening at the the station. It was easy for us to disappear into the gathering crowd. No-one thought to stop some random guy and his dazed girl walking from the carnage as secondary explosions occurred behind us, screams echoed between them and the sirens howled in the distance.
We wandered down the road. I was concentrating on getting us as far from the scene as possible before the inevitable search started, and my mind was buzzing trying to figure what to do next, run and try to hide or give ourselves up. But we would make great scapegoats.
Finally I had to stop at a cafe so my lady could sit, as she was tired, and I was finding it difficult to move her further. And I didn't know where to go or what to do anyway.
We sit in the cafe watching emergency services race past. Whatever we did, our old world was over, and I felt very alone and Bruce Willis-like.
As the day of the wreck approached we had tried contacting the various authorities, and the only ones who seemed to take us seriously were the SIS, who were very interested and had in fact become quite a pain with their various investigations and many questions.
Finally with just a couple of hours to go before the crash, my lady went crazy with concern and worry and insisted n going down to the station, where she went round telling everyone they shouldn't be there at the time of the crash. Unsurprisingly, before too long we had been apprehended by station security. I had to restrain her as she tried to break free and got more frantic about warning people. If I had not, the security guards would have.
They left us in a room with a few other people, including some kid who had been caught skateboarding. It was now mere minutes from the predicted crash and after making sure everyone in the room knew, my lady now seemed to have finally resigned herself to not being able to influence events. She had slumped against my side, incoherently mumbling.
We all watched the clock as it crept toward the predicted time. In a Hitchcockian visual arrangement we could see the clock and all the anxious faces watching watching it.
The hand ticked over the given minute, and people held their breath. Everyone looked at each other, as nothing seemed to have happened, and then bright yellow light flashed through the frosted glass, and the sound hit, followed by a physical rumble and the frosted glass exploding into the room in slow motion. People dived for cover, blood spilling from class cuts, sound had gone to a dull roar, words could not be distinguished. My lady sat straight and still, a trickle of blood on her cheek from a flying shard. She had not even flinched next to me as the blast hit.
The skate-boarder punched a fist into the air mouthing a scream of "Yes!" He mouthed "Go, psychic lady, you rock!" and retrieved his skateboard from the dazed security, who were trying to organize a response. He rolled up to us and mouthed "You should go to" before skating over the rubble as if it were the best day of his life.
He was right. I got my lady to her feet and moved down the back stairs, and out the side of the building. The emergency response still hadn't happened, and there were several secondary accidents down Aotea Quay as people gawped at what was happening at the the station. It was easy for us to disappear into the gathering crowd. No-one thought to stop some random guy and his dazed girl walking from the carnage as secondary explosions occurred behind us, screams echoed between them and the sirens howled in the distance.
We wandered down the road. I was concentrating on getting us as far from the scene as possible before the inevitable search started, and my mind was buzzing trying to figure what to do next, run and try to hide or give ourselves up. But we would make great scapegoats.
Finally I had to stop at a cafe so my lady could sit, as she was tired, and I was finding it difficult to move her further. And I didn't know where to go or what to do anyway.
We sit in the cafe watching emergency services race past. Whatever we did, our old world was over, and I felt very alone and Bruce Willis-like.
