F M C - I / CRASH:: The following is a story i wrote for my creative writing class in junior year of high school.
“What the hell was that noise?” Satsu fretted loudly as I stood by her side.
We were standing in our checkered kitchen, looking through a rain-sprinkled window as our eyes bounced around it. Not long after, our eyes finally gazed upon the aftermath of a brutal crime scene. The radio tower that once lived close by had fallen silent . Its metal guts were scattered all across the ground it once stood upon. The metal was boiling and looked as if it were on the verge of melting away. It emitted red like a traffic light telling you to stop and to go no further. At the speed of a criminal’s car in a police chase, I ignored all the red lights and ran out to investigate.
“Hey, stop!” Satsu intervened, clutching my arm before it got anywhere near the front door. “Don’t you see the mountains of steam out there?”
“There’s a constant stream of water running from the sky,” I reassured her as always. “I’ll be fine.”
“But with all that flaming metal, not even all the rain in the world would save you from melting into a puddle of flesh out there!”
“We could just not stand right in the area with the boiling metal then. Investigating from a distance.”
“Sure, I guess.”
After wrapping myself in a jacket, I hustled through yards of tall grass with Satsu beside me, reluctantly playing along. She didn’t even bother with the coats and stuck with the t-shirt. As we sped through, the balance of hot and cold began to grow uneven. Step after step, the heat slowly crept up our bodies. As we got closer, it felt like the seasons were changing in seconds, from the chills of autumn to the heatwaves of summer. We came no further than 100 feet, when the scorching heat was just barely tolerable. At that point, we finally saw the perpetrator of the brutal crime scene.
It was a meteorite, no larger than three humans, and it was just as bright as all the metallic shrapnel that surrounded it. Satsu and I didn’t want to take a single step further, so we tried to get as good of a look as we could in the steam. Getting the closest look we could get before “barely tolerable” turned into “absolutely intolerable and insufferable,” there was so much more to the meteorite than it seemed. It looked smooth. Unbelievably smooth. The shape was nowhere near rough. Its shape was perfect. A perfect, unnatural sphere. The more we looked at it, it didn’t even seem like it was made of rock. The steam swelled us. Breaking sweat from us. But the meteorite gave no reaction. The steam slowly faded away. The way the meteorite cooled wasn’t like a rock, looking all charred. It was exactly like the shrapnel. Metallic like a satellite. A faint sine wave came out. And a faint blue light began to glow on its surface.
“So, that’s not actually a meteorite?” Satsu asked.
“Nope, that’s death,” I bluntly reply.
From the blue light, a bolt of lightning thousands of times the size of the not-meteorite struck the sky, destroying all the clouds and the rain, leaving a clear sky where it launched up like a rocket, and only then did it aggressively lunge straight at the exact spots our tiny, little, insignificant feet once stood.